I never remember dreams. I think the last one I remembered was when I was five, and I dreamed that I could fly, but that I couldn't fly above a certain altitude, which sort of sucked for getting away from bad guys who were chasing me. The altitude, see, was like 20 feet.
I just woke up from a nap. Apparently, I was dreaming that I studied a good solid 2 hours for the bar exam and felt pretty good about myself. Then I woke, realized that not only did I not study those 2 hours, but that I lost an hour taking a bloody nap.
Le sigh.
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