What's the time? It's time to buy ale?

Last night I had a strange dream that I don't remember much of, except that I was at some type of retreat and I ran into Abby with whom I was not friendly in High School, but got on pretty well with in this dream. We were telling the story of how we showed up at prom with the same dress. She looked great (in the dream, not at prom. I don't remember how she looked at prom, beyond the dress she was wearing.) She has lovely red hair.
I feel much calmer today than yesterday.
For those who read my dreams of the other night and were concerned, I'd like to reassure you that I went to the doctor today and my blood pressure is a quite acceptable 110/70.
I'm going to cut this off so I can go off on a rant.