Last night, for some reason, I went to bed at about 10:00 p.m. whereas I am usually up until about 1:00 or 2:00 a.m. My plan was to read for a while but I shortly became tired, and fell asleep, probably before 11:00. I didn't get up until noon, giving me about about thirteen hours of sleep. Normally, I go to bed about 1:00 a.m. and get up about 8:00 or 9:00 a.m. Sometime this morning, I dreamed of this great idea to counterfeit coins by pressing them into some kind of clay or substance like playdough, bake it until it hardened, and then paint it with a coin-type finish. In my dream, I flattened the clay out to the thickness of a quarter, and then began pressing the head-side of the coins into the clay. Only, when I turned it over to do the tails side, there were two problems. I couldn't see where I had made the tails imprint and, when I tried, I flattened that part out. I never even considered that it wouldn't feel at all like a coin, or have the right weight, let alone that the time involved in doing this would hardly justify the benefits, even if it did work. Once I figured out that there was no way that I was going to be able to counterfeit quarters out of clay, I decided that I would shape the clay into a rock shape, and add it to my rock garden. I did that, then I walked outdoors to add it to my garden, only to realize that we were staying in a hotel, and my rock garden wasn't out there. I decided to deposit my clay rock into a trash can. It was one of those trash cans that has the swivel cover. I had to crush my fake rock in order to get it to fit. After I dropped it in, a raccoon poked its head out of the trash can. Lastly, since I had forgotten that we were in a hotel, I had not brought the card that was necessary to let me back in, so I was left standing in the hotel lobby in my pajamas and no shirt. That dream can mean only one thing, that I dreamed that I was an idiot. Why can't I remember the good ones?