Heh, cool.
Reese Witherspoon's okay, but I prefer the candy

I don't remember my dreams very often, at least not past the first hour in the morning, so that kind of sucks. But all of my dreams are very cool and wierd, so it's a pleasant surprise when I remember one.
The other day I was sort of half asleep, and I could actually see everything that was around me, but at the same time I was having these images float through my head that I couldn't control. It started with slugs and salt, but it developped to a point where it was dogs that got body parts shrunk (paws, head, tail, and eventually genetalia) by touching this big crystal. Twas wierd. But I've had much wierder.