Me: [still bleary eyed] Oh, Adam! I dreamed that we were professional ballroom dancers, and we had to save our evil cheer-leading squad from themselves by preforming our routine on national television.
Adam: How'd we do?
Me: You refused to do it. You thought they deserved to fail. So Captain America offered to be my partner instead, and he fell in love with me, so you had to go up against Captain America to win my heart back.
Adam: [short pause] He's a wimp. I could take him.
Me: No, no. Not the actor. The real Captain America.
Adam: I know. He's a wimp. No problem.