Not bad, thanks. I kept dreaming about various disasters - totally their own fault - befalling the Offspring, with a soundtrack of one of the songs we’ll do at Mass later.
I don’t know where Jake was all night, but I found him in my closet about half an hour ago. I don’t see him now, so he may have gone back there.
Those background soundtracks are annoying in a dream, almost as bad as when you’re awake.
At least Jake wasn’t on your pillow or your face!