I just had this dream in which I had rented a truck to move some old, personal items out of storage. I was staying overnight at a college because of some convention or symposium or something professional and I got up the next morning to find that the truck had been emptied!

At first I kind of shrugged because it was old, old stuff in storage that I didn't really care about that much. And then I started to think about all the old journals and drawings and flotsam and jetsam from my youth and I got peeved. I walked into the closest building to see if I could find any clues as to who did this and I saw my friend Sienna in the hall.

Sienna beckoned me into a classroom which had categorized piles of my and other people's stuff, including filing cabinets and drawers. There were about a half dozen people in the room and some of them were reading off of pink paper a play developed from something I'd written in a journal when I was a teenager. The only other person I recognized in the room, John, was uploading video snippets and pieces of my life to the internet.

Outraged, I demanded to know what was going on. They kind of smirked at me, dropped some things in some files, and left the room. After a little poking around I figured out that they were using my material as fodder for their internet performance pieces and exposing the overwrought, emotional person I was as a teenager. Weren't we all?

About that time I woke up.