"Do you need love love advice? Then call

"Do you need love love advice? Then call Miss Cleo's Psychic Phone Line right now. For only 99 cents a minute, you can have your future told." Sammi rushed to the phone and dialed

the number for the anti-psychic agency to report Miss Cleo. Five years ago, all the psychics had been imprisoned for treason, but some had slipped the net. Sammi knew her duty, and

ran a dragnet for the fugitive ESPers. But being psychic, they saw Sammi from a mile away. She had to resort to random thinking for camoflage. (plateofshrimpbarnaclespannerkumquat)

She created a buffer of random thought ramparts by going to a nightclub. The fugitive ESPers could not read Sammi's mind there. I sweaty guy in a shiny shirt electric slid up

The club patron glared at the ESPer's response, to which the latter apologized. "I'm sorry, I thought you said 'stinking', not 'thinking'. Could they turn down that awful techno?"

The club patron thought, "Why don't you send the message telepathically, Mr. Fancy-Pants?" The ESPer said, "Hey, I heard that!" The club DJ showed no signs of slowing down

and the bartenders started to do unnatural tricks. Then the DJ paused the sound mesh and turned the meat down until the crowd disappeared except for a thousand eyes looking at me.

It dawned on me that I -- yes I -- was their teacher and they...my pupils. These odd events of my dream foretold the future, far more accurately than my psychic did. Through time,

It was then that I realized how surreal my settings were. The TARDIS? The Death Star? Who knows. But whatever the setting was, it was clear that I was in a dream within a dream.