the "fourth dim"

I am Criss's guide to the other side. When he disappears underneath a blanket, or a beautiful quilt made (possibly in a Criss Angel quilting bee) with love and pot and cigarette smoke, I offer him my hand and bring him over here with the lemon tart brigade. We finagle each other in the "fourth dim" as we like to call it. Teapot the Cat is here too, Spy Hunter. And he wants his true owner. You've always been the caretaker. -- Jaggleberry Finski