Last night I had a dream about returning to my second home; Ann Arbor MI. It would seem geography in my dreams has a common thread; everything looks something like Mineola for no apparent reason.
At some point Tom appeared playing drums (Which Tom has been known to do from time to time) with Aldo; I have no idea what Aldo's last name is or why he appeared, I only know he is from some former Soviet satellite state that spells "restaurant" with several "P's", anyway he and Tom were struggling to fit in the same denim jacket when they knocked themselves unconscious, instantaneously Steve Buscemi walked in the room and I began to tell him it was a shame Tom and Aldo were now down for the count as Tom would have loved to speak with him. (Incidentally Tom was now donned in a wig and sporting a false mustache to look like Aldo and both were still in the jacket.)
Without missing a beat Buscemi answered "Is it like one head thinks and the other one talks?" In his very deadpan observatory way.
I awoke before I could invite him to Zingermans for a samich...

Sometime it feels as though the authoring of my dreams by outsourced imps.