Smoke 'em if you got 'em for Christmas!

Last night I dreamt that Erik Per Sullivan was not only the new teenage heartthrob, but twin teenage heartthrobs - thanks to child labor laws! I was running around frantically trying to see if anyone new them so that I could cast them in my new movie, while desperately trying to convince people that re-electing former president Ronald Reagan was a hugely disastrous idea, mostly because he's fucking dead. That's about all I remember, except every time I mentioned said heartthrob's name, people would immediately respond, "Erik Per Sullivan?! Ooh! Hearts on fire!!"