I remember a lOT of dreams. Typically every other night. Two nights ago I dreampt I was watching my own funeral. It was a good dream as, it seems, I was welll liked. There were LOTS of people there. What was strange is I was in a white ball gown.
http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/cheyenneteeter History will have to record that the greatest tragedy of this period of social transition was not the strident clamor of the bad people, but the appalling silence of the good people. Martin Luther King, Jr.