Nocturnal Emissions

I had a dream a couple nights ago that Mikey was a Secret Service agent standing in a food court in a mall, and he was a completely condescending asshole and wouldn't talk to anyone. There was no president, no other agents, and only about a dozen people sitting at various tables. He was just hanging out. He didn't have any sunglasses on, but he did have that little spiral-corded earpiece in. He also had a black belt and hip holster on over his dark colored suit like a cowboy, and apparently I didn't find that odd at the time. He smiled the entire time he stood there. Then I got bored and left the food court and didn't see him again.
 
I had a dream that the second time I ran in to Shalimar in person he was totally cool. He was this hardcore gang leader that was having turf wars with the Smurfs. They were both throwing it down over rights to sell Cheez-its on Fraggle Rock. I can't recall too many more details, but Shalimar liked me so much I could ride up front with him in his McLaren F1 and hang out in his pool. I made extra sure not to bump in to him by mistake, like I had in real life while swimming.