Dreams last night included work-related dreams — I was storing valet cars at home so I could get some rest between moving them — and an action sequence set first near and then on a Naval base. Aircraft carriers and helicopters were chasing bad guys nearby, and I and my dad, a retired Nsvy commander, were looking for shelter at the base, when I noticed:

• Almost all of the Naval personnel my dad and I were near were women.

• All of them were really hot.

I awkwardly tried my best not to stare, worrying a sailor or Dad would catch me, and I sort of lost focus on the action and drama happening around me.

Even in my dreams, I try to behave.