Messages from just after I woke up this morning at like 11:

Dan: I had a dream about making a sandwich.
Sara: That sounds enjoyable.
Sara: I dreamt that my teeth were falling out,
  and I was catching dozens of the tiny bloody things in my hands.
Dan: Yuck!
Dan: [My dream] stressed me out because I was out of peanut butter.
  Also there was like some kind of Hobbit political convention going on.
Sara: Hobbits are fun
Dan: I also dreamt that it was early Monday morning and I was running
  outside to put out the trash because I hadn't yet, but I had missed
  the truck already.

I also remember now that in the sandwich dream, where I kept piling
different things onto this sandwich, but it never seemed complete, I
was disappointed with myself when I remembered that I had fried onions
and mushrooms in the fridge at home that would have been good on it,
but I didn't bring them.