I dreamed of you last night.

In the dream we were sitting outside your house, on that transformer thing. We were just enjoying the day when you turned to me:

"I have something I want to tell you."

"What is it?"

"Well, over the past few years there have been several times when we've had Jack Nicholson over at our house. He comes over for the weekend."

"Why haven't I ever seen him over?"

"Well, I know this sounds strange, but he likes to hide out sometimes. In the woods, by fences, stuff like that"

"Whatever for?"

"I know you think I'm crazy, but he says he likes to watch people garden, and it would be too difficult otherwise."