Last night I woke Mike up because I was dancing in my sleep.
Not just any dancing, mind you. I was doing the tappy little dance that the fluffy sheep does in the short cartoon preceding The Incredibles. In my dream, I was jigging away with my cloven-hoofed partner, a very nice blond girl named Jennifer, on a slanted brick wall. We danced in protest. The Vietnamese government had outlawed punctuation, and we were having a rally in support of the comma.
I seriously need to take a break from reading all these grammar books.