So I woke up reciting the Gettysburg Address this morning. I don't know how one does that, but I gotta say: one of the most surreal dreams I can remember at the moment. I was reciting in my dream, as well--I was up in front of a classroom of unidentified classmates--part of me thinks they were from a mix of grades at my high school--and my astronomy teacher, Ms. Ritchie, was leading the class. Best part was: I was in my underwear--in the dream, not for real, in bed, like I should have been--and holding my shorts up in front of me.
I can't help wondering whether or not I would've been able to continue reciting the speech if the paper I was reading from hadn't started to go out of focus and I had woken up. I think that would be pretty cool for Lincoln's speech to be stored and written down somewhere in my subconscious like that. Freud would be thrilled.