While this factoid may seem insignificant, please keep in mind that I rarely seem to be able to have dreams, much less remember them.

This one involved me, a trip to Washington DC, my high school french teacher, a fight between other people, my being handcuffed, and a long walk down the Mall.

Don't ask me what the heck it means.

I have no clue.

But I dreamt. And I remembered. I think it's a good thing.