Weird dreams last night:
I dreamt I was at Julia Louis Dreyfus's wedding in Vegas; but I left in a huff because, even though there was vegetarian tsimmis, the tables were on a flatbed that kept going on the freeway, which I found unnerving. My cellphone calls to Julia didn't improve things, even tho I threatened to throw her luggage (just a purse and a white leather miniskirt) onto the freeway.
And beforehand, one of the local Vegas whores, a junkie shemale who claimed her name was "Pepper" and/or "Banjo", was being a pest too.
So I ended up having to drive all the way home from Vegas, which somehow took no perceptable time or mileage at all.
And I dreamt I bought some dishwasher soap and then noticed that the label claimed it could also double for shampoo. I was dubious.
And then I dreamt I was stuffing a pillow full of caviar.
I should get David Lynch's people on the phone. This is all great material -- very high-concept.