Last night I had a strange series of dreams. Here are the bits and pieces that I remember:

I met Ludacris at the mall. He was driving a hovercraft around. He had two passengers, an elderly couple. He was wearing a curly mohawk wig thing. He was not happy to be found out. Apparently, he just wanted to live the life of a unknown mall hovercraft operator.

I parked my car on the street. A few hours later when I came back, all the windows were smashed and a homeless man had set up camp inside.

There were more dreams, but I can't remember them. Darn.

Anyone care to tell me what these things mean?