Murphy Brown, Is That You?

I have been a little bit under the weather the last few days. Last night, I used some NyQuil to knock myself out. I never use NyQuil, unless I know I can sleep all day. I woke up at about 8:45 a.m. and remember a few tidbits from a dream I must have been in the process of having. To set up the scene, I was in a very exclusive, imaginary restaurant, located near the ferry terminal on Staten Island. I don't know what I was doing there, or who I was with. All I remember is getting up to walk outside. As I reached for the door I hear a crash, look back and see Candice Bergen, yelling at a waiter, that I can only assume, has slipped and dropped all her food. What she was yelling, is the good part. Face glowing red with anger, she screamed, "I smoked a water pipe for you!". I turned around and walked out before things got scary, as I assumed they would. Looking out over the ocean, I see Manhattan in the distance. The weird part is that Alcatraz is situated near the shore.

That's all I got out of the dream. Interpret away folks. I really would like to know what is wrong with me, someday.