The other night, I realized that I had quite a lot of work to do in my apartment in order to prepare for some visitors I’m hosting this weekend. But I couldn’t stop myself from sitting down and watching TV for hours that night, essentially ruining any chance I had of having my apartment ready for my friends this weekend.

That very night, I had a strange dream in which I was at a party at someone else’s house. During the party, I noticed a little boy watching TV while he was supposed to be eating dinner and interacting with the rest of the people at the party. I spent minutes yelling at this kid to turn off the TV and get up.

I woke up the next morning and realized I was an idiot. Even my subconscious knew that cleaning my apartment would have been a better choice than watching a Tivo-recorded episode of “The X Files.”