I had a dream, though it feels more like a memory. There were people dancing all around me, ever so slowly. They all oscillated back and forth in small, slow arcs. Everybody had their forearms perpendicular to their bodies, and their index fingers extended. And The Beatles' "Happiness is a Warm Gun" was playing on a stereo or jukebox. All the people were singing along, saying "happiness is a warm gun feeling" over and over again. That's all I could think about during French today.