In a beach in the Maldives, the water is a bright turquoise, and I'm sipping on a Calypso. Next to me is David Bowie, and he says, "Ground control to Major Tom." Suddenly, the scene changes. It shifts to a familiar skyline of Chicago. I turn around, and I'm on a yacht in Lake Michigan with the weirdest assortment of people: Margot Robbie, Obama, and Prince. It's foggy on the lake, and a barge pulls in playing music by The Killers. Suddenly, an orca jumps out of the lake and scathes our boat, and a sound of 14,100,000 people screech, saying weird words like "tubular" and "shucks." The scene shifts to a Denny's, and a Grand Slam comes out with an order for "金天龙." Just as I was about to dig in, I wake up.