I rarely remember my dreams, but this one was a doozy.

I was out at some sort of block party with my family. Seemed like there were a lot of stereotypical Italian families there, eating spaghetti and singing songs and suchlike. It was getting late, and things were winding down, when this old, battered, ugly, green-painted pickup truck pulled up. The word "HELL" was painted on the side, and the implication was clear: the pickup was one of the company vehicles for the Big Underground Sauna, and the driver was none other than the Prince of Darkness himself. The window rolled down, and at the wheel was Bill Gates. I kid you not, babydoll. So I got in the truck with him, and we drove off. My mom called out, "Be home in time to type up some job letters!"