The other night I had a dream about being abducted and it felt so real. I woke up in a cold sweat, heart hammering like I'd just run a marathon, but the weirdest part wasn't the fear, it was how familiar everything felt? Almost like this has happened before. Right now I'm sitting here at my kitchen table with all the lights on, drinking coffee at 4 a.m., wondering why part of me is excited? Like I just remembered I have a flight to catch that I totally forgot about. You ever have one of those dreams that doesn't feel like a dream at all? Like the real world is the fuzzy one?