Last night I dreamed all night that I was moving to David Letterman's house in New York.
I have no idea why.
I have no idea where Mr. Letterman's house is, nor what it looks like.
But my dream didn't seem to care.
When I am dreaming, if I get up to go the bathroom or the kitchen, and then go back to sleep, I don't usually step back into the same dream.
I never did make it to Mr. Letterman's house, and maybe that is why the dream continued after each bathroom or kitchen "break".
Dreaming is a very strange phenomenon.
I'll let everyone know if tonight's or tomorrow's dream is me still trying to get to David Letterman's house.
My bags are packed just in case.
IT'S THE OIL STUPID!
I have no idea why.
I have no idea where Mr. Letterman's house is, nor what it looks like.
But my dream didn't seem to care.
When I am dreaming, if I get up to go the bathroom or the kitchen, and then go back to sleep, I don't usually step back into the same dream.
I never did make it to Mr. Letterman's house, and maybe that is why the dream continued after each bathroom or kitchen "break".
Dreaming is a very strange phenomenon.
I'll let everyone know if tonight's or tomorrow's dream is me still trying to get to David Letterman's house.
My bags are packed just in case.
IT'S THE OIL STUPID!
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