Last night I dreamed that I discovered Pat Morita had been a guitarist for a heavy-metal band during the 80s, and I watched a video they did. Then I was in a hotel room with several other people and Angelo from Top Chef showed up to let us all know that sleary was arranging a dinner with Morita in Dallas, and we should let her know if we wanted to go.

I woke up at that point, and after I went back to sleep, I and several other people were having dinner in a restaurant with Pat Morita, who was dressed in a Buddhist lama's outfit, and then for some reason Mom and I started installing two sinks and their requisite hardware into the table.

Another period of waking, and then I had some dream that was a beer commercial starring Satan, who turned into a white wolf and went for the throat of the happy-go-lucky college frat jock-type who was showing him around the party they were at.