In the continuing spate of naproxen-induced dreams, this morning I had a dream that I went up to Graham's room to look at his ceiling, because I had been outside our building and realized his room, on the top floor, had vaulted ceilings, which I'd never noticed before.

That's because in real life Graham doesn't live on the top floor and our building does not have vaulted ceilings.

Anyway, I go up to Graham's room and find him panicking because he had a friend over, and for some reason, the two of them had pushed some of the furniture and Graham's roommate's big screen TV off the (non-existant) balcony into the equally non-existant pool. Graham could not satisfactorily explain why they had done that.