I had a dream about you. We couldnt decide on a sunrise. You wanted a tan I only cared about the view. Then World War III fulfilled both our desires.

I had a dream about you last night. Eons ago we created a Universe then sat back and watched miniature versions of ourselves try to make all the same mistakes we did.

By the time she had interpreted Harrys dreams at the top of her voice all of which even the ones that involved eating porridge apparently foretold a gruesome and early death he was feeling much less sympathetic toward her.

I had a dream about you. We were fishing in the Utah desert. You caught a dinosaur but due to Federal regulations we had to release the bones so Ted Kennedy could drive back to the cemetery drunk.

Nothing gives you confidence like being a member of a small weirdly specific hard-to-find demographic.