Dream it, ya dreamer!

Had a great dream last night. I was in the basement of this old, old house - but the basement was huge. Big enough to play baseball in, and a game was in progress.

This old basement (sounds like a bad TV show) was the kind with lots of exposed plumbing on the walls and ceiling. My good friend Mellar was there in the basement too, frantically disassembling pipes with a pipe wrench. I asked him why he was doing this, and he responded: "Because I flushed a bunch of porn down the toilet so my wife wouldn't see it - and now the pipes are clogged. She gets home from work in a half an hour".

For some reason, this sounded perfectly normal to me, so I went upstairs where I practiced riding my old motorcycle into the house and up the staircase to the second floor.