Mmmm....beer

A gurgling, foaming, living thing has taken up residence in my living room. Fortunately, it is safely retained inside an enormous glass bottle and is unlikely to harm any of us, however much it terrorizes poor Shasta. Eventually, this . . . thing is supposed to become beer, and if early sight-and-smell tests are any indication, perhaps even good beer.

Steve slept terribly last night, with visions of homebrew havoc dancing in his head. Does it mean anything significant that I have wedding-snafu nightmares, while he dreams about beer?