Basically, I'd run to the lounge in the middle of the morning and email myself as much as I could remember. You're supposed to be able to analyze your dreams, according to Freud. Of course, according to Freud, I'm dreaming about sex entirely. But luckily enough for me, the total number of pajama bottoms that had to go through the laundry a little early was zero. And I can remember reading that nearly everyone liked the food here.
Dreams are free.
And that nearly everyone had siblings. And the masthead of the Elm was colored pumpkin orange. Do your best to live up to the latter part of this equation. The really strange part of this was that if you remember last week's Elm, the masthead was, indeed, pumpkin orange. It's not too often that you have dreams about the future that come true.