It Isn't Relevant to the Story

In the wee small hours of this morning - 

G: I had a weird dream

Hubster: Oh yeah, what?

G: I was in Oregon and I was getting married-

H: -wait a minute!

G: What?

H: Well, who was the groom?

G: He's not relevant to the story.

H: You're getting married and the groom isn't relevant to the story?

G: No, because I didn't even get to the wedding. Anyway, it was raining and I was in a golf cart and then I went down a chute. 

H: A chute?

G: Yeah, like chutes and ladders. A chute!

H: Okay, then what?

G: The chute spit me out into a pool with a bunch of people who added me to their water polo / dodge ball team-

H: You're all wet and clammy. Appraently you brought the rain out with you from the dream.

G: Dream rain? 

H: That should be your catch phrase... DREAM RAIN!

G: No, people at work already think I'm weird enough. 

H: Okay, fine. Then how about "it isn't relevant to the story."

G: *sigh*