Dreamed that I was in India having a seminar with Rippetoe. And he asked me to put in a 3 kg orange plate, transparent, with some "bubbles" in it on a barbell. Then he comes in and asks me why that plate isn't 3 kg (it's heavier or lighter than 3 kg).
And I invent something and he turns to his audience and says "see, this guy hasn't read my book". And he takes me by the shoulder and walks me to a marketplace where they were selling honey. And I'm like "oh, yeah, it's because the density is different!". And he's happy with that answer, but suddenly he becomes a thin, light Indian man (120 lbs or so) with a moustache and faints. And I was with a playboy model or something. The Indian cops come in and I'm like "it's your turn to roll" (to the girl) and she tries to show her tits in a way or anther to the cops to let us leave.
The end.