What Dreams May Come

I had a dream last night that involved, among other things, an underground lake, escaping from the law, several Munchkins, getting into a fight with Melissa from third grade, and having sex with Bob Sherman. All of which is fine, except that Bob is 57 years old with three kids, one of whom just graduated from college. I've had more attraction to a can of tomato soup than this guy (no offense, Bob) but man, this dream was intense.
So, I'm looking forward to a case of the Mondays with a weird tingly feeling every time I run into Bob at the copier.