I had a dream last night that I was a 1700s horse thief. It went a little something like this:
Me 1: Hey, I really don't think you should steal those horses today. I think it's a set-up.
Me 2: (Yep, I played two parts in my dream) What makes you think I'm planning on stealing any horses?
Me 1: It's 1798. The only way to make a living around here is to steal horses or steal horses from people who steal horses.
You'll be happy to know that I didn't steal any horses (cause I woke up) and you'll be interested to know (I think) that this dream was in sepia tone.