A dream is a wish your heart makes

Last night, I dreamed that the CBS television network, because of declining ad revenues due to everyone fast-forwarding through the commercials with their TiVos or whatever, changed its name to "CBS and AT&T," to the extent that the network newscast was called "The CBS and AT&T Evening News with Dan Rather." The CBS "eye" logo stayed the same, though; I didn't see the AT&T logo anywhere. Also, for some reason, "CBS and AT&T" was written in an ugly shade of pink in a blocky font. I spent much of the dream complaining about the situation, of course. In real life, I hardly ever watch anything on CBS (seriously, I watch the WB Network more often than I watch CBS), but I think my subconscious is trying to warn me that something like this is coming soon, and I'm not going to bet against it.

At least I have a vague idea of what my subconscious was going for there. About a week ago, I dreamed that I was transformed into Nicole Kidman, only with bigger breasts. I've never actually seen an entire Nicole Kidman movie, and I don't really have much of an opinion on her, except that I would have stuck with Mimi Rogers if I were Tom Cruise. Therefore, I can only think of two possibilities:

1. My subconscious thinks I should see some Nicole Kidman movies (in fact, there was a reference to "Moulin Rouge" in the dream).
2. My subconscious thinks I should be having sex more often, and thinks it would help if I looked like Nicole Kidman, only with bigger breasts. Actually, my conscious is of that opinion, too, but would prefer to transform into a more attractive man, with larger pectoral muscles, if given the choice.