Last night, I had a dream that Burt Reynolds was my uncle. This version of him, not the modern day. Cowboy hat and all. It was awesome. He was going to buy us a brand new SUV for our wedding. It was an SUV that cost over $300,000 and I was scared to death of driving it. When I questioned the gift to my mom about how could a family member of ours ever afford to get us a wedding gift that costs over $300,000, she said, don't worry about it - he's Burt freaking Reynolds.
God, it was awesome.