(Contents in an email that was sent today to Mo, Katie, and Robin)
I had this dream last night where Mo and I were in a house that was something like the Garden but not really, and I think this house was in San Francisco.
Mo and I were discussing how I was going to hit on a hot female neighbor of ours (in not entirely delicate terms) and then Robin and Katie came downstairs and we all noticed a basket on the dining table.
"Hey I made breakfast," Mo said, as Katie took a peek under the blanket in the basket.
Lo and behold! It was a basket of breakfast!
"Yeah! I made hard boiled eggs and Irish Burritos and Hemingway Chicken!" Mo said.
This was my dream and I had no idea what Irish Burritos or Hemingway Chicken were. Also, I noticed that we were out of the Irish Burritos as Katie reached in and lifted out a chicken drumstick.