And more crazy dreams:
I was at my parents' house and the phone rang. My mother was getting ready for work or something and told me to answer it. It was a man with some sort of British accent asking about the bed & breakfast. I guess my mother had turned the house into a bed & breakfast. But she was busy so she told me to deal with the call. The guy was drunk, and, as I learned in the course of the call, was calling from a pay phone in Japan. He said he was some sort of a teacher and would be bringing a group. My mother let me know that she could handle up to 100 people. I told him we were on a quiet, residential street, then thought better of it and talked about Pittsburgh in general -- the Carnegie, the Warhol, etc. His change was running out, I suppose, and, in the end, he said "You know what you are?" then slurred something about my being a cheerful cheery happy something.
