Greetings, my fellow port-swillers, and happy Friday!

Ol’ Robbo had quite a bizarre dream last night which can best be described as a highly stylized version of the sleeping car scene from North By Northwest.

I don’t mention this in order to suggest that my subconscious self in any way holds thoughts of, ah, courting Eva Marie Saint, which for purposes of domestic liability I deny completely.  Instead, I bring it up because I recall quite distinctly that inside the dream I dozed off in the car while it was dark out and woke up again later, still inside the dream, when the sun was up and the train was slipping along the banks of a river.

I would imagine that I have had dreams about sleeping and awaking before, but I don’t recall one quite so vivid.