Break Dancing Baby, Camp Hate

1. There is a really, really cute baby girl break dancing on the wood floor of my in-laws living room. We don't know who she belongs to. Eventually, we get tired of watching her and go to the kitchen to get second helpings of enchiladas.

2. We are at some kind of camp with people that we hate. We have to be participants in a haunted house obstacle course that is sponsored by David Lynch*. After going through the thing three times, we realize nothing scary really happens, so the fourth time we make it through in record speed.

*What the fuck is up with TWO nights of David Lynch dreams in a row? It's like my subconscious is lazy and all, "well, it certainly is strange...David Lynch must be involved."