I had a dream yesterday. Which is a bit of a strange thing.

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I know that almost all human beings dream, (whether they remember it or not), but I stopped remembering mine a long, long time ago. And so when I say that “I don’t dream”, I mean that I wake up in the mornings not knowing one way or another.

At least with respect to my conscious, I don’t dream.

And so in the last three years (including today), I’ve woken up remembering my dream on six different occasions (twice a year). Four of those times have been work-related (so I dream about math — who doesn’t?), once last year I had a dream about losing my teeth (which I had once when I was a child), and…yesterday…?

Yesterday, I had a dream about a girl (No one in particular — just a nameless pretty blonde). That’s right, fellas. A good ol’ fashion dream about women.

Wooo hoo! Go me! High fives all around.

I’ll tell you something though: Thank God.

Thank God, because I swear, if this one turned out to be about maths, I’m pretty sure I’d have picked up the phone and called for immediate psychiatric assistance.

Dear Doctor: I’m a twenty-something guy. Aren’t I supposed to be dreaming about fast cars and easy women like, all the time. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me?

Okay. Six more months till’ the next one. Can’t wait.