Ackkk! After last night's tossing and turning episode, I hope the next one isn't quite so vivid. Somehow I ended up being the host for a rather large motorcycle gang. My front lawn was littered with hundreds of large biker types who arrived on motorcycles with rather loud mufflers. I was outdoors welcoming them and standing at the BBQ grill, cooking an endless supply of fried chicken. Throughout all this, my family remained inside, obliviously glued to the television. I remember stressing out, thinking how am I going to make enough potato salad for all of these people? I have no idea why they picked my lawn to camp out on.