I had a funny dream last night, the details of which are already fading, but it involved going on "Oprah" to talk about bisexuality. The format of the show was more living-room-esque than an actual talk so, and there were lots of people lounging in chairs, sofas, and beanbags while Oprah and I talked. After the show, everyone in the room was chatting when a guy started coming on to me in a rude way, and then undid his pants and just sat there with his everything hanging out. I don't remember the exchange we had, but apparently it was really funny, because I woke myself up laughing. I love when I wake myself up from dreams laughing -- there's something especially fun about it.