I had a lovely dream last night.  I dreamt I was having dinner with Mark “Mr. Jedi Master Luke Skywalker” Hamill.  Mark was absolutely lovely and charming and funny.  We decided to have a little Star Wars Trivia Quiz and he asked me, “What phrase was repeated in all three original Star Wars movies?”

I replied, “I have bad feeling about this.”

Mark was justifiably impressed.

An old high school friend joined us.  She was holding a gray kitten.  I immediately scooped up the little cat and started stroking her soft fur.  I had this overwhelming desire to tell my old friend that I would take this kitten home with me… but I couldn’t.  I knew it would claw my furniture to pieces, piss, shed and keep me from taking multi-day trips.  It’s crazy how the reins of responsibility pull me in even in my dreams.

I know why I dreamt of Mark Hamill.  I watched this video right before I went to sleep: