I had some wacky dreams last night.
1)
adjudicated told me I could no longer be her BGF(!) because I did not share TMI things with her.
2) I was walking up to some hotel or office building-something tall and with a drive in front for cars to drop people off-when Michael Caine, cigarette in hand, asked me if I had a light. For some reason I thought I'd have a lighter on me, not that I ordinarily carry one. I checked my pockets to no avail so I had to tell Michael "Sorry." Then I went inside.