I had an unusually mundane dream about taking a call from a telemarketer. It was on a speakerphone on our coffee table, and my parents were there. For some reason he was asking about the right time to deliver new doors to our office, and wanted a number to call me back on.

Me: It's 510... 499...

Telemarketer: And then all nines?

Me: Yes, that's right.

Telemarketer: So that's 515-499-9999?

Me: Yes.

Telemarketer: You said 510. You've given me a fake number.

Me: You learned that trick from picking up girls in bars! What kind of floozy do you take me for?

Then he hung up.