I drempt I was in a version of the recent Star Wars movies, that were combined with the politico talky drama of West Wing, both as interperted by the Simpsons.

For some reason I was Chief Wiggum, which really can't be flattering on any level, even in a dream.

I was attempting to help the Emperor take control of the Senate with Clone Troopers, but I couldn't seem to get them to do anything I wanted properly.

Most disturbing was the way the dream sorta alternated between realistic and cartoon style.

Also, I drempt that a very, very attractive foreign erotic film star stepped out of a movie poster and started hitting on me. Even in the dream I understood how farfetched this was, and I realized that this was no real person, but someone I must have concocted for the dream.

The only thing I remembered about how she actually looked was that she was very tall and in some sort of fishnet outfit. Which is amusing because I'm rarely attracted to anyone actually tall in real life. And the fishnet thing, um, I'm not really sure where that came from.

I think what struck me most during the dream was the novelty of being hit on by, well, anyone. That was very strange.

It's so weird that I haven't had any memorable dreams in quite a while, and in the past few days I've really had a few that stand out.