I dreamt that the animosity between myself and the building manager and his yappy dog escalated to where he shot at me with a pistol several times. Didn’t hurt, though. In fact I think I grabbed his gun and threw it in the ocean.

Then I dreamt I went to Vegas but instead of gambling they had carnival rides. I lost my favourite shirt but I bumped into Kevin Meaney, and his wife and son, who both looked almost exactly like him.

Then I dreamt that some guy’s house was on fire, and I was worried we’d get stuck in traffic when the firetruck arrived.