I dreamed I was picking pole beans with the byos, while an armored cavalry contingent organized themselves for action. (Horse cavalry, not tanks.) Then our Scoutmaster (not *the* Scoutmaster, our local one) turned up and said, “I put your husband in charge of this. Where is he?” and I said, “How the bleep do I know? There aren’t enough beans for all these people, and I have to get back to Kathleen!”
Just when things were going to get ugly, Frank came climbing over the gate into the bedroom announcing, “I FEEL BETTER AFTER MY NAP!!!!!” and I woke up with an expletive.
LOL!
Now you're talking my language.