Last night I had a dream that involved a redheaded Joanne Froggatt (Anna Bates) and I hanging out, tossing back whiskey’s at Old Town in NYC. After a few rounds she showed me how to hum a specific tone that allowed each of us to vanish, think Harry Potter’s invisibility cloak. This came in handy as later that same evening the bar was held up by a very disgruntled Bobby Knight.
Froggatt and I, using our cloaking tone, proceeded to help disarm a very angry (shocker) Bobby Knight. After a brief struggle we managed to carry him out of the bar together.
Then I woke up to a small dog kicking my back.
The moral of this story? A glass of wine each day really is good for you and these are the dreams that appear when you skip a day.