I was dreaming not that long ago. Said dreams included water imagery that'd make Russell Mulcahy proud (a river I was walking along turned into a road), Sigourney Weaver playing loudly with Star Wars toys, and an aquarium that presumably held sharks. I never saw said sharks, but the speakers in the building were playing the Jaws theme. This could almost be a scene from Family Guy.
Speaking of speakers, I also walked up to a church where the outdoor sound system was blasting out The Beatles's "Revolution No. 9." I'm still not sure what that means, if anything.
And at another point, there was snuggling, of the in-bed sort. (So that's what Courtney Cox is like in bed! In, at least, my dreams. David Arquette is a lucky man...)