Dreams have one-way doorsthe door you enter cannot be exited from and the door you exit from cannot be used for reentry. And I just want to sell tickets to an event people will pay to sleep through.

I had a dream about you. We were debating the nature of love and you said it was invisible and I said it was the color of gold. You accused me of being a banker and I accosted you for it. Nobody calls me a banker and lives to tell about it.

I had a dream about your brain. I wish I could eat my dream.

I had a dream about you. We were both in the finals at the World Cuddling Championships and my partner was my cat Capn The Sweetness Kintz and yours was a Teddy Bear named Teddy. While Teddys body could be manipulated in ways that would earn you style points with the judges he was lacking the personality of a person which The Sweetness certainly has. In the end we won partly because we were better cuddlers but mostly because I bribed the judges.

Dreamland I couldnt stay away because I couldnt stay awake. I traveled there in my sleep at 65 miles per hour while I was driving.

I had a dream about you. We drank coffee and laughed like old friends even though we were strangers bathing in the Brown River of Wakefulness. I laughed because you were naked and you laughed because Id just overpaid for a cup of coffee at Starbucks which the natives called Oompow which I would translate for you but its devastatingly embarrassing.

I had a dream about you where you were an economic hero. So is the real life you like the dream you Answer this question If Paul Krugman and Ben Bernanke were about to die and they only had 59 seconds left and you could only save one would you take a minute to think it over

I had a dream about you. I asked you to dance and you said you already had a partner. That was when I noticed you were embracing a mannequin and I felt my face get flushed and I felt flustered. Its embarrassing when a mannequin is a better dancer than you but at least I was more agile than my grandpa who was making a fool of himself in the bathroom as he tried to tango with a urinal.

I had a dream about you. You were a florist and I was a floorist. You thought you were more romantic than me but I knew all the barefoot women in the Nicholas Sparks fan club would disagree.

I had a dream about you. We were shoveling dollar bills and used diapers and laughing like children. I was dancing like I had a fog machine in my pants and I did which is my moves were so mysterious.