What do you dream about? Do you even remember your dreams? Have you ever had dreams so vivid that they left a lasting impression upon you, something that rocks you to the absolute core, a brilliant spectacular occurring right before the mind's eye with splendor and terror, moments completely fabricated from the deepest, darkest recesses of the human brain? Has your dream life and real life ever become so mixed up that the two become intertwined and you lose the ability to tell the difference between them? No? Well just last week I went up to my boss and told him that I completely fucked up and sent an email to a client telling them what I really thought about them -- stupid, half-breed liberal hipster fucks. And my boss said, in his very calm manner told me to send him the email in question...only I couldn't find it. Did you delete it, he asked. Well I don't believe so, I can check my recently deleted messages I told him. When I sat back down at my desk I came to the stark realization that I hadn't actually sent any email at all, but had dreamt the whole thing. A vision so perfect before my mind I remember it better and with more exacting detail than the best sex I've ever had or my first kiss or the day my father died. How could that be? Maybe I am just a screwed up weirdo. But that's exactly why I want to know if you feel the same way. I need to know if there are other people out there who are in the same situation, horrid yet magnificent, terrifying and resplendent beyond human waking comprehension. It is something that I cannot understand in my truest moments of clarity, but only when I am deep in dreamland. In fact, I feel much more alive in my dreams that in the real world. While my body shuts down my mind switches into an overdrive mode as if being powered along by the most powerful jet engines, and I leap into a world where I am conscious and in control. Except for that one thing: the song. I can never remember the goddamn song. It's driving me crazy. I've pretty much lost my mind over this thing. It's like a nagging mosquito that keeps buzzing in your face, and when you think you've finally swatted the bastard down, it pops right back up. Are you picking up what I'm putting down here?
