Scene: early morning, dragging our feet about getting out of bed after it has snowed yet again.
D: Last night, I had a dream …
A: …that Martin Luther King Jr.’s dream came true?
D: No, I …
D: … I dreamt that I was on vacation, but, like, we were being attacked and it was people from medieval times …
A: Were they attacking you with chicken legs and bad costumes?
D: … *sigh* Not THAT Medieval Times. And it’s not that funny.
A: Did the blue knight win?
D: Wench, stop interrupting my story!