I was up early one morning and decided to write….a short story nonetheless. I woke up around 5am in a cold sweat and heart racing. The dream I had was really, REALLY weird-almost surreal. 4 hours later I created an exact replica of my dream, only in paper form. It’s funny that I sometimes can’t remember thoughts I may have gathered a few seconds ago, let alone my dreams. It was obviously some kind of sign from above that made me remember every single detail. Another one of my goals before I hit 35 was to write and publish a short story/book of poetry/novel. I think I may just do that….Simon and Schuster, here I come!