This is tweet dreams.

I dreamt that my dad used Bitcoin to book the same hotel that Jim Gaffigan did.

It was his family and our family, and no one was having fun.

I think we've stayed at the same hotel.

If I'm at a hotel with my young Children, other people are not having fun.

My Children are having fun, but everyone else it is miserable.

I love my kids.

I took a nap today and had a dream that I was trying to seduce Jim Gaffigan at a pickle stand.

Day sleeping equals questionable life choices.

Are there pickle stands?

I know that there was some seducing in this tweet, but I'm more obsessed with the pickle stand.

You're I mean, like, I've never even heard that term, you know, like, where do you work?

I work in a pickle stand like I don't think that is a thing.

Sounds like it could be like a country from pickle stand.

I had a dream where my mom and I owned a Chinese restaurant which was failing even though Jim Gaffigan eight there every day.

I was eating there every day.

I would think it would do better.

Like, I don't know.

Maybe I'm just spitballing here instead of, ah, Chinese restaurant.

How about a pickle stand?

Or maybe you could put a pickle stand in the Chinese restaurant during mean, like, work.

Let's go in there.

Oh, you know, I came here from Chinese food.

But you know what?

You could get a pickle, a pickle stand, and I'll get Chinese food.

I'm not drunk.

Last night, I dreamt Whitney Houston open for Jim Gaffigan, and I brought a cat to the show.

I think I need therapy.

Yeah.

I mean, you need therapy, but you also I think you need to read up on current events because I don't know how to break this to you, but, like, can't You can't bring a cat to a concert.

And also with Houston.

Well, I don't google it.