The last dream just before I woke up this morning:
A man at a desk asks the man who gave me bass lessons growing up, Jeff, how he's doing. Jeff responds by pulling out a large plastic bag, inflating it with his breath, putting it over the questioner's head and making him breathe in all the air. After we all see the man in the bag will live, Jeff explains that this morning he was subjected to the first piece of performance art that Amazon has ever shipped. When he opened an Amazon box, along with his books, he found a card inside saying that he was an unwitting participant in this piece, and had just breathed in air that was taken from an art installation, the details of which I couldn't make out.