Dreams can come true, Cuthbert, Dibble, Barley, McGrew

I've always thought that hearing about other people's dreams is (almost always) boring. Last night I dreamt about being on the way to Bordeaux to meet my parents. I was to travel by boat. While waiting for the boat, I ran into satan, who grabbed hold of me and proceeded to stuff luminous yellow golf balls down my throat. Satan looked very much like Crispin Mills from Kula Shaker. I mention this because when I woke up, April enquired "did you dream"? and, since she asked, I told her. She then told me I need psychiatric help. Told you it would be boring.