I dreamed last night that Trevor Blake's sister was possessed by a supernatural being - a shaman or demon - called "Jeezolay." From the name I can conjure him up: a cross between Jesus and Frito-Lay, or maybe Jesus and Chevrolet. The savior, cheap greasy snack food, and all-American transportation. He's my new godhead - the fast, slick, high-calorie, slightly-creepy messiah. Sing it: "Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse Jeezolay." And "See the USA in your Jeezolay." I asked Trevor about this apparition and he said, "No sister except in Dreamland." I told him that in the dream she was doing fine. She either escaped from Jeezolay or found out that he meant her no harm.