Weird friggin’ dream involving my flying to Wisconsin to see a show by “Phil Collins’ backing band”, who were randomly called “Morgana”, and all female.

The show was being held in a dollar store, and featured comedy from some guy dressed as a Merlin type figure, wearing a massively oversized moustache, and a wizard hat and robe.

After I realized I hadn’t packed any clothes (or anything at all for that matter), and the wizard guy slammed a piano on the stage and started wailing on it in a song called “Critical Losers”, I woke up in a cold sweat.

Probably got a lot to do with my forgetting to remove the nicotine patch last night.