Last night, I had the strangest dream. I dreamt that today was St. Patrick's Day and that my housemates woke me up early and dragged me to some random pub where they were serving green beer for free at 11AM. I think one of them sort of exploded on me. (After that it mostly deteriorated into nonsense I can no longer recall).

I challenge you, gentle readers, to explain the meaning of this complex and multilayered series of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations which occurred involuntarily in my mind while I slept.