I can only remember one dream from the past five years. One morning, I woke up absolutely horrified. As far as I can remember, I was editing some story or another. Fiction, I think. Anyway, the grammar was atrocious. That, however, was not what upset me. I awakened in a state of utter terror because the last paragraph I read before I woke from the sickness in the pit of my stomach was organized in a laundry list style detailng the actions of the main character.

I cannot decide whether or not I should be ashamed of this.