Last night I dreamed that everyone on my block made giant cheeseburgers and displayed them on their porches on the fifth of July a la jack-o-lanterns. They were all huge, and they all looked incredible: some were big, juicy, double cheeseburgers; some were elegant, perfectly crusted, gourmet mushroom burgers with swiss.

In my dream I thought, "how are my neighbors making these amazing cheeseburgers?" I was a little annoyed, frankly.

Then I woke up and had to remind myself that it was just a dream.