Me: I had a dream.
Mike: Would this be the dream where you let me sleep for 45 more minutes?
Me: No! I dreamt that the bar down the street was also a brothel and you kept hanging around there and so when I went there you came out of the room and looked at me and said, “Would you like some coffee? I’ll get you some coffee.”
Mike: I do enough bad stuff in my real life. Keep me out of your dreams.
Me: So don’t sleep with hookers, okay? OKAY?