It seems like every morning I can remember my dreams from the night before. I used to only remember them once in awhile. I guess that's a good thing.

So last night, I had a dream I was fighting with Eminem to win the People's Choice Award for best single. We'd apparently been rivals for a long time. And the fight consisted of us being in a huge swimming pool, and we were each trying to get to this podium beside the pool that had the award on it.

We both got there at the same time, and I let him grab it. And then he asked how my kids were, and I said "good," and asked him the same thing, and he said "fine."

Yesterday I walked past an ex-friends house, and started imagining a scenario where she would run out her door and across the street to talk to me for the first time in 8 years. She'd inexplicably stopped talking to me one day and no matter what I did, wouldn't even tell me why let alone patch things up. So in my little scenario that played out in my mind while I was walking to the law library, she asked me how I was, and what I was doing, and the silliness would finally be over.