Last night I dreamt of a strip club. It was a very strange dream. We were regulars there. The action started with Don Vito and I, up early and unable to get back sleep, deciding to go there at about 6 a.m. We knew the place would be open, but we knew the girls had already gone home. The off-hour bartender knew us (but not as well as the prime-time guy); he poured coffee for us and we sat and talked.

Then it was night and a whole bunch of us were there, sitting at a table, waiting for a food order to arrive. I announced that I was going upstairs to (and here I leaned into the chest of the fat guy sitting next to me and shook my face from side to side) brrrbrrrbrrrbrrrbrrr.

And up I went. I figured out which dancer was on duty: she was in the back behind some curtains. I peeked through and found her sitting topless on a beach chair, reading a book, looking as if she were on a tropical vacation. "What do you want?" she snapped and quickly went back to her goldbricking. I turned to one of the male workers who was standing nearby. He glanced at his dick and commented: "What does she think you'd want?"

I went back down to our table to rejoin Alane and the rest of our party. Our food had arrived; it was time to eat.

Can anyone help me decipher this?