I had a dream last night. One of the teen girls I was in charge of (maybe I was a social worker? I don't know) invited Irving Berlin to her apartment. The apartment was kinda messy, and the floor really needed to be vacuumed. There was nothing in the apartment to serve to a guest. I figured there would be the three girls, me, Mr. Berlin, and his driver who would be coming. I took out the trash, and when I came back there were about 50 people in the room, sitting on risers, waiting for something. I didn't know which one was Mr. Berlin, so I was shaking hands with all the old men.
I have no idea what brought that on.