Sign #360,275 that my subconscious is way more clever than I'll ever be:

I had a dream last night that I ran into an ex boyfriend of a friend of mine at a mall, hanging out with said friend. I hadn't seen the ex in awhile, and my first line wasn't along the lines of "great to see you" or "how have you been?". No, it was "Don't you owe me a phone call sometime from the late nineties?"

I can be clever in my sleep. Not so much in the daytime.