It was on a day when Joe discovered that the threading on the mayo jar was backwards that he finally had to ask, Am I dreaming? The whole week had been like that. Come to think of it, all of life had been like that. Things just weren't quite right. They were a little off. Take the girl with the Jello on the sidwalk who recited Laurie Anderson lyrics, if that's what they are. Take the way the moon appeared just a little too large on the horizon.
And there was the way people would agree to meet at such and such a time and such and such a place and yet they would not. And it wasn't just Jan, Joe, Ron, Bob, Joy, nor any other people with three letter first names. It was also four letter and five letter named people. They too were a little off. The moon and the dates were off, and most of all it was just off, the way the Great World Machine ate people for lunch, for dinner, for breakfast. The way it fogged their heads and smogged their hearts. And pretty soon they are calling death and destruction by the name: progress. Success. Forward momentum, growth....
You've been asleep, Joe. Joe, wake up. Joe you are dreaming. Joe, JOE! Joe, it's a nightmare. It's a dream!