I can't remember much from my dream last night. I remember remembering more this morning. I'll try to write the blog first thing while the dreams are still fresh. The only thing I can remember is the image of myself sitting cross-legged on the floor in my little apartment, staring at tiny little floating caterpillars. Hundreds of them. Hundreds and hundreds of tiny white caterpillars, with beady black eyes. I'm sure you can guess, this dream must have been influenced by Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland that I saw this past Friday. Though Alice's caterpillar was blue, and there was only one of them. I just this moment remembered a feeling from the dream. I remember thinking, as I sat amongst all these tiny little floating caterpillars, "This is amazing. Mesmerizing. But disgusting. I really need to clean this place up after these caterpillars are gone".