I had a really weird dream last night

I had a really weird dream last night (well, this morning). I dreamt that I was at work and I called the Austin Chronicle about taking out an advertisement. I talked to this girl and asked her how much they would charge if she (or someone there) would just hold hands with me. I was pretty smart-assed about it too. After an oily conversation, I hung up. A bit later, this older-very slim, very stern-man came to my work and asked me why I was harassing the Chronicle? I told him it was done out of love and that I was just doing my part. He didn’t like that and he told me that they didn’t have time to take any crap and play games on the phone. He left and then another guy-stocky and tough looking-came to see me. He told me he was the head of the Chronicle and that he had looked into me and my band. He said we (Chasca) owed the paper money. I disputed this and gave him some very cute dialogue. We went outside and he seemed to relax. He asked me in earnest why I was giving the Chronicle such a hard time? I told him, “Well, because of all the things you could be doing right now, you’re here with me talking about my band.” His face went half bright for a minute and he smirked. Then I smirked. Then I woke up. Then I called the Chronicle…