A couple days ago, I went through one of those weird nights where you're dreaming like crazy. It was so strange because I'd have a dream, then I'd wake up momentarily, and to complete the cycle, I'd go back to sleep and start another dream. This kept happening, and by the end of the third dream or so, somewhere in my conscious mind, I knew that I'd be back in some fascinating adventure. And for some reason, that really made me happy...

I can't tell you much about what I dreamed, but they were pleasant dreams...

Yeah, I should really keep a journal of my dreams...