I had a dream that Lisa and I were having dinner in Germany and she had to choose either steak with asparagus or some beef skewer dish for her entree. At first she chose the steak, but changed her mind to get the beef. Unfortunately, at that point, it was too late to make the switch, dinner having already commenced. I was annoyed with her fickleness and argued a bit but finally went to find a waiter who would agree to bring us some beef. “Are you the one with the beautiful wife?” he asked. “Yes, that’s me,” I replied. He agreed and brought us several beef skewers and I tipped him six dollars.