This little pill

Okay, it's not that I have anything against going to sleep, but I have the strangest dreams. Don't get me wrong, they're not nightmares, they are just very very odd. Take this as an example: I dreamt a few days ago that my friend dressed up as Santa Claus. But, you know how in your dreams you just KNOW things. Well, I KNEW that he was supposed to be Santa Claus, but when I looked at him, he was a chicken. Dressed in a huge chicken costume. It was ridiculous. His mom was also getting angry with him because he looked like, well, a moron. And, to top it off, it was at one of his relatives' wedding. It gets worse. So, for some reason, all the wedding guests are divided into groups to play a game. What is the game, you ask? Well, one person from your group chooses an Urdu word and then says it out loud then everyone else sort of chants it out after them. Yes, that was the game. So, my turn came up and I had to think of an Urdu word. But, well, I couldn't. So, the chicken was staring at me and yelling "c'mon, you must know some Urdu words!" Then, just my luck, the athan rang out and everyone dispersed for prayer. Then, when I left the wedding, I went to a restaurant with some miscellaneous friends and this guy, Michael Smith, from Chef at Home was behind the counter: He started talking to me like we were old friends, then proceeded to offer me a job at the restaurant (which I, by the way, happily accepted). If someone has pills they could share with me, please do.