I was dreaming last night. I can't say for certain what the dream was about but I know it was good. I had that feeling, you know, when you're dreaming and it's really good. Like when you dream of flying or doing some other incredible act that can only be born of the human imagination. The dream itself was rather unremarkable. The really interesting part was when I woke up. I remember thinking just before I was yanked back to Earth that this is really great but I'm not going to tell anyone what I'm going to do next. I guess this was the wrong thought to have as I was mercilessly ripped from my dream world by my entirely dislikeable alarm clock. My first thought upon waking was: "Well, I guess if I don't tell anyone what I'm going to do next I can't stay in the dream world."