I had so many lucid dreams as a child. The problem was, I grew up in a very Catholic household, and the idea that I could walk around my house and converse with the monsters that populated my dreams was akin to Satanism. Now, whenever I stay over at my parents' house, I sleep with my head at the foot of the bed. I need to keep the poltergeists birthed from my teenage angst confused.
I can't wait for the next season of Mad Men; I should be in advertising. I want to make a laxative ice-cream called "Revenge," just so I can go
around saying "Revenge is a dish that is best served cold."