Dream posts are usually about as fun to read as what I had for lunch posts. I know that, and yet I'm going to tell you about the dream I had. Or at least the "relevant" bits.
First, for reasons unknown to me, Hotrod was at my house (though not my real house, rather the house I grew up in and haven't lived in for 20 years) seeking computer help. While I was helping him I noticed that every time I pressed the enter key a segment of his face would turn a lavendery purple. His face would purple in orderly stripes with each keystroke.
I was, of course, freaked right the fuck out by this. Hotrod, not so much. I even took a picture with my iPhone and showed it to him. He shrugged, "yeah it happens sometimes."
Then, he needed a cord for his iPod and I had to go find one in these containers in my bedroom. Ever the gentleman, Hotrod would not step foot in the room, and instead would go outside, walk around the house and then shout up to the window. Since I couldn't find the cord right away he decided to got to the corner bar with Craig Finn. I promised to meet them there as soon as I found the cord.
Eventually, I gave up on finding the cord and went to the corner bar. There I found Craig, Hotrod, Emma Peel, M----l, and some of my friends you wouldn't know. I played some Bruce Springsteen on the jukebox and we laughed.