Just remembered that the people in my dream this morning were all speaking Portuguese, so I only understood a little of what was going on. I was able to tentatively decipher that someone was telling the story of a monkey in a red dress.

Brain, thank you for creating (and then remembering!) all that. Good show! It’s true that sometimes I wish I could trade you in for a different model, but this morning I want to take it all back. Let’s be BFFs, okay? You’re awesome. I think I just need to be nicer to you, is all.