101406 Part of my dream (which also involved Katy doing remarkably sexual things to me, then sitting still in a webbed lawn chair at some formal social event while I stared at her smooth, bare, slightly tanned leg (longer and more slender than her actual ones are, now that I think about it), longing to touch and kiss her) included finding (in someones autumnal, oak-dappled lawn) and activating a whole bunch of those little wash-cloth-in-a-capsule things, then later talking with some old-ish, mischeivous, white-haired grinning guy about how You cant stuff them back in there once theyre out, can you?