I had a dream last night that I got a call regarding a joband that they wanted to hire me. Nice thought. Though mybrain, being the odd-ball it is, made the job a chef job.Chef? Me? I hate cooking. My idea of a good dinner isanything I can throw in the microwave. What was stranger yetwas that I was in competition for this job with my sister.She's not much of a cook either. Odd. Then, because I guessmy brain wasn't finished with me yet, my dream ended with medancing in a night club with a midget - or little person, ifyou will. We were dancing to Michael Jackson's "Beat It" andI awoke to my alarm with the song still in my head.Wow...that's a lot of crazy.