Strange for me, especially, since I'm the type of person who can't really tell my dreams from reality. I mean, when you spend half a day searching every conceivable stow spot in the house for the roll of stamps you bought while you slept, you have a certain appreciation for the surreal.
But seriously, some things are just a little too surreal:
HIM: I just had the weirdest dream. ...
ME: ... yes?
HIM: I had an affair with Oprah.
HIM: Do you know another Oprah?
ME: I don't even know THAT Oprah.
HIM: Well, you don't have to worry. We didn't do anything. We just kept running around her mansion looking for a place to do something.
ME: That's good to hear. I don't think I could compete with a mega media mogul.