Dreams are so vivid to me–so much so that I might obsess over them all day, be mad at someone for something they did in my dream, or feel scared or uncomfortable based on something in my dream. For example, I dreamed the night before last that I had been shot near my hip, but that the Desdemona-like dress and corset I was wearing saved my life (too much of reading Othello, perhaps?). Sometimes I don’t remember my dream until something triggers it. Most of the time, my dreams aren’t pleasant, but it seems that all of the time, they are made up of some ridiculous elements, as so artistically portrayed in the movie, The Science of Sleep. It’s Saturday morning, and I’ve been up for a few hours, but I feel like my dream is going to be chasing me all day.