Last night I dreamed I was telling my wife off for some slight or other (I even remember dreaming that the slight was more minor than my towering temper would indicate). So I stumbled in to make breakfast and tell her about the weird dream I’d just had.

At that moment, she says, “I had a dream that I was yelling at you about something.”

We’re thinking of hiring a marriage counselor to sleep next to the bed and referee these soporific squabbles.