So I'm sure this is in part spurred on by that commercial for sleep medication that has Abe Lincoln and a badger in it, but this morning was my turn for a weird dream.
I was at a work sponsored holiday party (but in true dream fashion it wasn't my actual work, it was some other, more glam, fictional work...) and I was waiting in the buffet line for deli sandwiches with Woody Allen and Diane Keaton. It was great, we all knew each other, Benny Goodman's "Sing Sing Sing" was playing. If only Alan Alda had been there.
And no, I haven't recently been watching Manhattan Murder Mystery.