My Brain's Valentine To Me

Last night I had an amazing dream in my Benadryl and cold medicine induced half-sleep state. I dreamt that there was a convention for bad comedians on the moon and me and an older actor had a mission to go blow it up. We had to pretend we were comedians too and we were talking to one of them and they found out who we really were. He turned me into a baby in a bounce-a-bout, but we ran away as they were all ganging up on us and we got into the ship with the control panel just in time and we pressed to moon-destruction button as it switched to a third person perspective, and I could see an older man high-fiving a baby in a bouncy walker in front of a large window overlooking an exploding moon with the earth visible just behind it.

Thank you, brain, despite alluding to the fact that I may be more messed up than I before imagined.