I had a dream last night that I was on the island and that John Locke lied to me about a CD. Strange, I know, that I’m dreaming about this. Very strange. But I told Emily about it and she seems to think it’s fine.
The final season of LOST premieres in less than a week, and, although we will be on a pastor’s retreat, we will most certainly skip whatever event we’re supposed to be at to go back to the room and find the local ABC affiliate.
I was watching a video on USA Today (now with less syllables) and was reminded of the LOST numbers — 4, 8, 15, 16, 23 and, of course, 42 (hike).
So I looked up the numbers in google and found the answer.
I have located the Island.
It’s right here.