Last night I had a dream where I was a member of a reality dating show and the premise of it was to see if a regular nice guy could find love with a rich bitch. Paris Hilton and some other woman I can’t remember were the focus of the dream. Like all reality dating shows there was a lot of making out to be had. (At one point I found myself eating onions for no apparent reason but fortunately there was a bathroom filled with dental products nearby. Thankfully I wasn’t in the middle of some Freudian nightmare.) And like all reality dating shows no true love was to be found.