I have the weirdest dreams.
Last night I dreamed of a little Amish girl making pickles. I wanted to buy them, but her mom said they weren't ready yet and promised they would be if I came back tomorrow.
I was also married to Kelsey Grammer in this dream and we were staying in a hotel in a casino. I don't know when Amish families moved into casinos.
Weird. Must be the melatonin!