So I've got this recurring dream...

I'm floating in a pool of orange smelling water trying to get hundreds of baby frogs out of my hair — they're squirrelly — when Leonard Nimoy (he's my butler) throws me a life-preserver made of cheese. He states "Sink or Swim, it only matters to your mother, Steven Tyler and GODDDDDDDDD..." (this last in a very menacing Eye of Sauron sort of way) and as he rollerskates from the room humming "Baby Got Back" I think to myself . . . damn, if I had just been named "Nutter Butter" none of this would be my problem.

Tell me. What does it mean?