The important part is when I was at a fancy dinner with some foreign dignitaries (and Krudita), regaling them with trivia about Eskimos (much of which was gleaned from the song "Bulbous Bouffant", but that also is irrelevant.) And then came the bit that I'd never heard until my dream, and this is the first time that a dream has made me wake up and snicker. (Note: it's not that funny, just to warn you.)
In the dream, I turned to this large, serious-looking person and said, "And even though it sounds like I'm fascinated by Eskimo culture, the truth is I'm not really Inuit."
When I woke up this morning and told Krudita, she said, "That's terrible."
"Y'know," I said, "that's exactly what you said in the dream."
[So apparently I have a bad sense of humor even during R.E.M. (Not the band.)]