So last night I dreamed that I took wifezilla out for a date night. We hit the town and did all kinds of stuff, and it was really fun. Strangely, though, we kept running into my friend Mike from work everywhere we went.
Toward the end of the evening, we stopped in at a bar so wifezilla could get a coke, and there was Mike tending bar. He got mad and told us to stop following him.
I apologized, and told him it wasn't my fault.
He responded, "Well, it's your dream, it sure as hell isn't my fault." O_o