HIM: Owww… why are you hitting me?
ME: Because of what you just did in my dream.
HIM: It was a dream… and it was YOUR dream. Go back to sleep.
ME: Owww… why are you hitting me.
HIM: Because I dreamt I was a black woman smoking clove cigarettes and drinking a beer. What do you think it means?
ME: Was it malt liquor?
ME: Then the dream was flawed don’t worried about it.