A/N: Please disregard this chapter for your own good. I warned you.

Chapter 8 and a Half

After Kat and Jet left his office, Jefferson Smith decided to put his head down on his desk and take a nap. As soon as he reached the half-asleep half-awake point, he knew he shouldn't have decided to take this nap. He suddenly realized that this nap would be a severe mistake because he knew what his dreams were going to be of. His hippie days.

After what seemed like an hour of drifting through mental time and space, Jefferson Smith was suddenly plopped down in the middle of a very large crowd of people who did not smell very nice. The man did not even have to open his eyes to know where he was or what he was wearing. However, he could not help it, and was soon bombarded with the sight of Woodstock in all its glory. Its hazy, reeking, hallucinating, glory.

Smith took a quick step back as a guy with seriously dilated pupils ran past screaming something the government being run by the crocodile-like aliens locked in Area 51. Jefferson bumped into something in his haste to get out of the man's path, and turned around to see a full-length mirror, along with a full-length view of himself.

There he was, exactly as he had been all those years ago, in his bell-bottoms, classic tie-dye t-shirt, and of course, his two foot high afro. Smith groaned every time he saw the stupid poodle-like thing sitting on top of his head. However, one upside of being back in his hippie body was the body itself. Smith was about half the size he currently was back in the real world where he supposed he was probably drooling on some important papers.

Studying himself in the mirror, Smith suddenly remembered why he had loved weed so much. It made this get-up look good. Jefferson rolled his eyes and backed away from the mirror. He navigated his way through the psychotic crowd and found a stand selling what he wanted. Smith paid the scraggly, filthy-looking guy ten bucks and walked away, taking a lighter out of his pocket and rolling up his…"health food". It was only a dream. Besides, he told himself as he inhaled deeply, when in Rome… However, he forgot the end of that statement because this huge dancing mushroom on the stage looked like it would be really fun to chase…

Did you just read this? DID YOU JUST FREAKING READ THIS! I TOLD YOU NOT TO READ IT! Great, now you're insane too. Now we're both screwed. Congrats. And please don't send me any reviews telling me how messed up I am. Believe me. I know.