I can rarely remember my dreams, so this is probably worth noting in some way or another.
I dreamt last night that I was John McClane in Die Hard. Except instead of the Nakatomi Plaza, the building was a giant, multistory IHOP. Also, Hans Gruber was Ron Paul. And I was constantly frustrated because I kept losing my gun, and things, generally, weren’t going the way that they are supposed to go in the movie.
Also, all the police officers were morbidly obese, had red lobster bibs on, refused to believe me whenever I tried to alert them to the fact that there were terrorists robbing the IHOP, and all talked the way I imagine Lennie from Of Mice and Men sounding.