Me: I went to hear Richard Stallman speak at Cardozo tonight.

Stuart: Did he bring his katana?

So I have a lot of dreams.

Three nights ago I dreamed that I was traveling through a post-apocalyptic city with a group of nameless friends and Nano; we found an unoccupied apartment and hunkered down and I remember trying to open a can of soup with my keys, and wondering whether the glass doors that led to the balcony were safe from marauders. Two nights ago, I dreamed that I discovered by best friend’s fiance was cheating on her and what’s more, unrepentantly, and I had to be the one to tell her about it a week before their wedding. I also dreamed I worked at the UN library. Then last night, I dreamed I was once again running the orientation for interested students at my college paper, where I was EIC; then I dreamed that I was a rabbi trying to convince people that the Holocaust was about to happen again. I woke up halfway through a dream where my friend’s boyfriend was standing in my bathroom, chatting to me while I showered in a turquoise prom dress. I remember hoping my mother didn’t walk in as she’d legitimately think it strange.

I’m not telling you about these dreams in that, oh, look at the crazy things I dream, anyone want to interpret them? sort of way. I’m just wondering whether anyone else dreams this vividly, this crazily, every night. Some mornings I wake up exhausted from them. Is it something in my diet? Is there some sort of homeopathic remedy I should look into that, I don’t know, dampens the timbre of my dreams? Conrad once told me that kava kava makes you dream crazy, dreams like the ones I have all the time. Don’t even get me started on the one about the cat hookers.

It’d be nice to wake up and not have any memory of how crazy my brain is when it’s unleashed on my imagination.