For the most part I don't remember the dreams I've had. Every once in a while I do remember, and most of them are kind of crazy. I have remembered a couple of good ones. They are about my favorite girl Deborah. In one of those we were grocery shopping, and another time I was just moving in with her. But like I said most of the ones I do recall are a little crazy. In the dream that comes to mind most often, I was being chased by a couple of bigger kids, we were all on bikes. I rode this mountain path to this old ship that had been turned into a hotel. I rode around the different floors, and as soon as I was sure I lost them I got out of there and back onto the pathway. Only I was no where near the ocean now. That is when I woke up.