I had a nightmare (again) last night (of the disturbing, not wake-up-in-cold-sweat-screaming-in-horror sort) where I was duped into slavery again under false pretences, and was on what was presumably the Island of Doom, awaiting what slaves have done to them on the first day of their indenture.

A certain someone (let's just call her "J") was there (again) to torment me as well. Luckily Krusty was nowhere to be seen.

When will these shadows of the past cease disturbing me?