Chuck: "I'm taking an early morning stroll in my new Berluti wingtips. I look up, and a block away is the most magnificent skyscraper I've ever seen. I have to get inside it, but every time I round the corner, it's still a block away."

It Is: Dan. It is Dan's penis. The skyscraper is his penis.

Problem No. 3: You might think you're just making up some random dream, but really you are saying something, and it's not about Chuck. Don't write about dreams and this won't happen. Any psych story, from The Cell to The Sopranos, requires a very precise and steady hand for this reason. You are unavoidably going to universalize your own shit, so you better have a good reason and a compass to sail by.

Barnes: "So what do you do?"
Chuck: "I start to run, but as soon as I reach it..."
Barnes: "-- You wake up."

Problem No. 4: "What do you think the dream is about? My father's tragic death? My mother's secret life? Or perhaps my chronic oral fixation? Is my sense of humor just a defense mechanism against intensive therapy?" Ugh.

Barnes: "I feel there's a piece of the puzzle still missing. It's not your mother or your father. There's someone you're not telling me about."

I guess that last one's okay because she's doing sneaky work for Louis when she says that, like using Blair to drive Chuck back to being crazy, but after that five-second cardboard analysis of him she did last week, that Tarot spread of a bullshit palm reading she did of the most lame possible readings you could have on his character, I don't know that it even matters trying to figure it out. Maybe if you go to therapy you could write better therapy scenes. Or just write better.

WALDORF

Blair comes to Louis and begs for a "special dispensation" so she can do some scheming and manipulating: Can he turn a blind eye for like 24 hours? Because she's a woman, that's how women work, the controlling scheming manipulative bitch just builds up and up inside until you can't take it any longer, so you better get permission now. Permission to act of your own volition, I mean. From your teenage fiancé. Who is currently scheming, which is the entire point of the scene: He's an angel and she's trash and he would never scheme but part of their love is him condescending to allow her to exist, so he does. How ironic when it turns out he is scheming too! How ironic and interesting that will be! I hope it gets swept under the carpet by the beginning of the next episode. That will really make it awesome.