The (real) guy in the room next to mine moved out and another (imaginary) woman was moving in. The (imaginary) woman in the room on the other end of the house couldn't stand the (imaginary) woman smoking in the room next to her, and wanted the room next to me, well, us now, and kept hanging around hinting that she wanted to split our room. Coz, y'know, we weren't using that other bed anyway.

I think all these imaginary tenants were patterned on the crazy salespeople at work.

How come you get all the sexy dreams and I just get the confusing sit-coms?