Tuesday night George was in my dream.  I am not sure where we were, or what we were doing, but it was pretty funny.  I had him on my shoulders, then took him down.  He was handed me bag after bag because we had a lot to carry.  I then put him back on my shoulders and his legs rested on the many bag straps hanging on my shoulders.  He was laughing and making faces the whole time because he thought it was funny.  I have no idea what was in the bags, but it was a lot of hand bags.