woah -- I just had the coolest dream! makes absolutely no sense, but it was cool nonetheless. I dreamt that I converted to Scottish. I'm not sure how that works and I don't remember much of the dream but here are some highlights:

-- I'm changing in my room or something (wasn't actually my honest-to-hoyle room, but in the dream I think it served as such) when someone knocks on the door. I yell, "Who is it?" and whoever it is responds, "Scotsmen!" I wasn't fully dressed yet and I explained hat to them, asking if they could come back. One of 'em said dejectedly, "Aye."

-- Later on in the dream, they show up with a giant Scottish conversion kit in a huge yellow suitcase. My dad passes it to me with an "I don't get it" sort of shrug.

-- After that, after the conversion is finished, I guess, I'm sitting in a restaurant with my friend mabelle. I do one of those "You spilled something on your shirt" things where when the person looks down, you slide your finger up and knock 'em on the nose. she vowed to retaliate.

But here's the ultimate highlight: me in a kilt. I was fucking HOT!

Food for thought.