Ahh, it's already starting to fade, but I'll tell you the end. I was in some kind of race/competition, on a team with my sister. The other contenders for first place were Danny McBride and some male pornstar that someone said they had only seen on "Celebrity Jackass." (Part of the dream involved looking him up on IMDb and scrolling through pics of him looking pumped.) My sister and I were the first to cross the finish line, but for whatever reason, no one thought it counted. The applause went up when Danny and his companion crossed a little while later.

Oh, rewind a little. Both of our teams were sitting around a campfire the night before, and we decided that whoever finished first didn't matter, that it would come down to a performance competition in which we would, through song, dance, and speech, try to most strongly engage the audience's sense of nostalgia for '80s and '90s pop culture.

So after Danny's team crossed after us and were being hailed as the winners, he went up to the stage to accept and failed to mention the agreement we'd made the night before. So I went up and grabbed the microphone and made the audience aware of the face that we'd technically finished first. Some heckler I couldn't see said, "Technically, you didn't," so I replied with, "No, technically, I did... [long duh of a pause] and I know technical, because I watched an ITC [sic] commercial back in the day."

Danny wasn't having it. He wanted their victory to stand, so he was getting riled up and trying to get the audience firmly on his side. But of course I kept taunting him to get him to admit the agreement. I called him a "vegetable's vagina," for some reason, and I forget what else. He finally buckled, and it was on.

I started it off with song by belting out, "I like to siiiiiiing, because it's funner than noooot..." and I sort of trailed off, because I couldn't quite figure out how this was reminiscent of the '80s and '90s.

Danny didn't even get his turn, as I woke up.

There was a whole other dream where I got a new apartment (which was crappy), and it was on the second floor. The walls and floor didn't seem very thick, so I was very concerned about being able to utilize my sound system. I was going to talk to each of my neighbors to help me test what I could get away with, but again, that dream ended without any resolution.