This morning I foolishly checked my email after I awoke and forgot most of the epic dream that I’d just had. Here’s what I remember:
John Krasinski and me, a Ben Folds concert, a prophecy, a conspiracy, a play rehearsal, planted evidence, several explosions, a tough-but-attractive female detective, stalking charges, saving a little blonde girl from assassination.
I don’t know what’s scarier: remembering my dreams or not remembering my dreams