Well done.

Farrah Fawcett was in my dream last night. She had really bad cellulite and didn't look so hot. I always thought she was odd.
I also dreamed about yachts and mansions and my family, and of pursuing a lover and being pursued by him. And of buying nachos for a kid that was down on his luck out of a vending machine that offered a variety of items, but really only supplied you with nachos.
No need to worry about me. I just need to get a decent night's sleep.