I had a dream last night that the screen on my iPad cracked.
And I was really sad about it.
And then I remember thinking "I thought these were made out of the same material that helicopter windshields were made out of?"
And then I thought, "I need to call Steve Jobs and talk to him about this."
And then I concluded, "I will never fly in a helicopter ever again."
And then I woke up and hugged my iPad.
This is not normal.