I've had some relatively vivid dreams the past few nights. They've been very realistic, as if I was watching a movie in my mind.
Last night, I was travelling through South America. I was Dave Boulder, secret agent. That's who my passport identified me as. Well, not the secret agent part. It's funny; I remember making the name up on the spot, when checking into a hotel, and then when I handed the beautiful woman behind the counter my passport, with sly leading smile, that's exactly what the passport said. Secret agents are good with the ladies.