I have a lot of crazy dreams. I have a lot of psycho dreams. I have a lot of flat out whacked out, loco dreams.

And then there was last night's dream. I was working in a diner, or some place like that, surrounded by ex-coworkers, and joining everyone in a group sing-along of the Beach Boys Wouldn't it Be Nice as a truck drove by blasting "Pet Sounds" through the neighborhood.

Damnit, I'm used to waking up in a cold panic, not singing songs. What the fuck is going on?