I woke up from an odd dream. In the dream, I was in the living room using my computer, and my wife was in the kitchen. She was asking me to bring her a Pepsi1, despite her being the one in the kitchen.
I sat there and enumerated all the different ways she could be using Perl to get the Pepsis out of the fridge, and I was being serious about it too. In this dream world, drink $_ foreach (@{$fridge->{PEPSIS}}) was a reality!
Possibly related to us discussing naming a future daughter Perl the night before.
1. Not that we have or drink any, but this is how dreams go.