I finally had a dream for the first time in about a year and a half, two to be exact. To most of you this might be a WTF moment, but allow me to explain. For the longest time I haven't been able to dream, here of late it's been a very dry spell for over a year. I don't dream for some reason, all it is, is a moment of blackness and I wake up the next day. I think that's why I have trouble sleeping, but lastnight in the wee hours of the morning I actually had two. They were short, goofy, and made little sence Dream one being me looking for an old scholl retro looking tweed jacket and finding one (Which I can't seem to do in real life) and Dream 2 involded these weird boxing lizard people, but I'm happy to say I've broken the streak. Hurrah for dreams.