I had a dream, I had an awesome dream...

There's generally no excuse for quoting Lionel Ritchie unless in the context of The Commodores, and particularly this song, but I am making an exception because such was the awesome nature of my dream last night it outweighs any negative feelings I have about Vinyl Lionel ruining precisely half the tracks the Commodores did by stifling their funky and writing songs himself. Now, I generally have pretty rubbish dreams, sometimes distressing (like the one in which my older brother gave me my own dead body as a birthday present, after some weird out-of-body experience, and I entertained myself happily by cutting off one arm and sewing it onto the other side of my body before panicking that someone was going to think I was responsible for a murder), sometimes actively tiring (like the night before last when I had to find homes for a snake, a lizard, several types of fish and some worms all of which required separate habitats which had to be made of things I had lying around at home, and all of which had to be constructed before I ended up being late to leave for work), and very occasionally just weird (like the one where the Boy Wonder and I were out looking for some ear-rings for his grandad and he got distracted by wanting to buy a waistcoat with snooker balls all over it). You get it - lots of weird stuff goes on in my head once I'm asleep, probably a Freudian's idea of a lifelong project, although I never attach much importance to the content. But my dream last night, as previously stated, was awesome! There were still elements of my normal panic dreams, but with one important difference - last night I dreamt that my boss had hired Stephen Colbert to work at our office! I was so stoked, so even though I was supposed to be delivering a presentation that nobody had told me about, I didn't care because it was to Stephen Colbert! I was just sitting in the meeting grinning at him and hoping he didn't know anything about what I do because I wanted to impress him. Half way through the meeting my boss did a trick he does in real life and just wandered out and Stephen leant forward and said 'Who do you have to dry-hump around here to get a marijuana cigarette' proving that my subconscious also has a healthy respect for the man! This was one of the few dreams I have ever had, particularly in my adult life, from which I awoke thinking 'That would be so cool if it was true' and because it happens so rarely I thought I should preserve the memory. Life has been a much more entertaining place since we got the Colbert Report on these shores - my favourite thing about America is now available in the corner of my living room, and apparently in the recesses of my mind. Now if I can just get a reliable supply Pepperidge Farm goldfish, I will never want for anything again...