I realize that I'm dreaming. And it wasn't the wiener mobile, but a semi truck backing into my driveway. I open the garage door and two men begin unloading boxes and boxes of Oscar Mayer wieners and stacking them in my garage. I tell them I didn't order all of these wieners. One of them replies that I have won a contest and all of these wieners are mine! All mine. I wonder where I am going to store all of them and decide instead to fire up the grill and invite lots of hungry people over for a wienie feast. That's all I remember. Except for the fact that the garage floor was very cold and I was barefoot. Dr. Freud would have had so much fun with this.