the most creative of dreams

Last night I dreamt that a friend of mine had created a new type of automobile: the Spelunker. I tried to tell them how terrible a name that is for a car, all reminding us of bat guano and falling into a crevace (the glacier type or otherwise), being trapped down there with nothing to do but count stalagtites, forgetting which ones are stalagtites to begin with, and eventually withering away yearning for bagels and other delicious foods. No, in dreams my attack upon the naming of the Spelunker was victorious. Now I can name the car I am designing the Spelunker without feeling like I ganked my friend!