Last night I dreamt I was dating an ex-girlfriend of Bill Maher's. She was a vaguely Russian looking girl with black hair and round glasses. I took her to Disneyland, where I learned she was sort of brainless. For some reason, she kept referring to Italy as "Italia".
Disneyland had a food court in my dream, and looking at the menu of a Japanese restaurant I saw something called "David Cronenberg's The Frog". As much as I like Cronenberg, I couldn't see myself ordering that item in a million years.