So the other night I dreamt that I was hanging out with Mavs owner, Mark Cuban.  We were having dinner at his place (I think Lori was there too).  I remember playing a pin-ball machine in some huge room.  Towards the end of the dream, I thought I needed to take advantage of being around someone as successful as Cuban, so I asked him for any financial advice he could part with me (tips, investments … really anything he could give me).  When asked, he immediately turned the other way and slipped into a room through some secret passage on the floor, a la Molorom in Temple of Doom (which so happens I had just watched that night before).  Security guards then escorted me off the property as if I was eliminated from The Benefactor.