{REM deprivation?}

on days I'm awakened by an alarm, I rarely remember my dreams. but for three days straight I've remembered them. day one highlight: in a subway station, small children keep climbing down on the tracks and I'm the only one worried enough to pull them back up. day two highlight: I'm somehow in charge of getting Princes William and Harry to safety. fortunately I have the correct key to the house. day three highlight: Bill Clinton is dead. I feel terrible for Hillary, but secretly think this might help her run for the presidency.

I blame Roger's insomnia.