So, um, yeah. I dreamed last night that I won some sort of "Dinner with the Stars" thing and so I was going to eat with Onstad. We were supposed to go to the York Fair (
http://www.yorkfair.org/ -- my family goes every year) but then we ended up going to his house, which was right at the fair the way a beach house is right by the boardwalk.
He showed me around his house, which was very nice if a tad labyrinthine. Onstad himself was nondescript in that dream-person sort of way, but he was several inches shorter than me. I noticed this because he had wine glasses and stuff hanging from the ceiling in his kitchen and they were all hung so low that I had to duck to walk under them.
He cooked dinner, but he kept dishing out plates of really delicious-looking food (I particularly remember some red-beans-and-rice stuff that smelled great) and then laying them out on tables in other rooms but never offering me any (and I was too polite to take without being offered).
We ended up around a big round table with a lot of people I didn't know. Everyone was having very interesting conversation and eating cake for dessert (but I wasn't eating any because I hadn't had any dinner and, again, too polite to ask for some).
Suddenly I had to go out to my car to get a diaper for my daughter (who was, in real life, sleeping with me and didn't have a diaper on, so I was subconscioudly anxious about getting peed on). When I got out to where my car was, it had been stolen, which upset me so much that I woke myself up.
:lol: