Dream On

I'm looking for a dream interpreter. It's a somewhat unusual dream for me, and hopefully for everyone else out there. I've been having some weird ones lately, but this one warrants public scrutiny.

I don't remember all of it as I was asleep at the time, but what I remember is me at ACE Hardware, at like 3 in the morning, when who should arrive but Ted Danson! Yes, that one, from Cheers. A show I haven't watched in years, though there have been a lot of commercials for Three Men and a Baby on lately. Anyway, he's buying fishing gear. Fishing gear at a hardware store. He is going to go fishing on the pier on the Delta, but I convince him not to go there, but to fish at another spot that's less crowded down by a park. He does and is very happy with his catch. And that's about all I remember.

Now I don't fish ever, really. The only time I've gone lately was up at that horrible campground, but that was just letting T throw his line in for a while. If you have any theories, lay them on me. Mine is that I've been watching to much Andy Griffith on TV Land where those commercials of Three Men and a Baby have been airing. But I could be wrong. Maybe there's some deep rooted subconscious emotional thing going on. Or maybe I shouldn't eat any more cake past 9.