A recurring dream I have: A Barbara Bush look-alike invites me to her house for lemonade. She’s wearing a wedding dress and chants, “Till death do us part.” She then pours the lemonade on her head. The dream shifts to a grocery store. The Pina Colada song plays in Muzak. I’m wearing a tuxedo. She’s still wearing the wedding dress, and a poncho she made by cutting a hole in a throw-rug. We run through the store, get to the beer aisle, and slide towards the refrigerated beer on our stomachs. We start chugging malt liquor and she looks at me and says, “Let me tell you about the time I spanked George Mikan with my hair brush.” I awaken. What does this mean?