I very rarely remember dreams, and even the ones I do remember tend to fall into three archetypes: 1) Naked in class, 2) Late for the final in the class you don’t remember signing up for but you have to pass it or not graduate, or 3) Nameless No-No chasing you and you could get away if only you could get up and run but your legs are SO-O-O heavy you can barely get them to move.

I’m sure that says something deep and disturbing about me.