Having watched the end of a Daniel Craig movie on Saturday (not a Bond movie, although that is how I think of him: Daniel Craig, the new James Bond), it was not surprising that he appeared in a dream that night.
Lucky me, right? The delicious and delectable James Bond in dream form. Yeah, that sounds like the beginning of a very nice dream. The thing is, though, in the dream he...well he fixed my sink. Nope, that is not a euphemism for anything. I mean he fixed my sink. I had a dream wherein Daniel Craig came to my house and fixed the bathroom sink.
The whole thing was doubly disappointing; not only did I not have a better dream than that, but I woke up to a sink that still needed fixing. I have no idea what's wrong with my dream-life priorities!