Rod Stewart's shriveled little body chased me down an endless hallway telling me if I thought he was sexy I should let him know.

I ran as fast as I could but he kept getting closer and closer and just when his awful little skeletal hands grabbed my breasts. I woke up.

Oh, thank the goddess! It was just a dream.

But why could I still hear Rod Stewart's awful voice talking about being sexy? Please make it stop!

Then I realized through my sleepclouded ...