Last night I had a dream that I was being chased around in a garbage infested spaceship by a company offering me $67,000 to write a dating column on how to meet people.
I woke up with these three steps looping in my head.
1) Put on a something wet and go to the bottom of the ocean.
2) Get inside the book they're reading and kill the protagonist. Take over from there.
3) Become the drug they take.
All this seems legit.