STP: I dreamed about cream cheese.
ME: Cream cheese?
STP: Yeah, mostly I was cleaning it out and up.
ME: You have a sad life, if that's what your brain dreams about.
STP: It was at my lake house.
ME: Oh. Now you're dreaming.
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