: About Me

It's the fourth night in a row that I've been to the yellow city. Returning to my bed, I open my eyes and the corn-colored buildings etched in my retinas become the mustard sun rays penetrating the windows of my suburban abode. In my recently escaped reverie, the city gained a new street. I look to the map on my bulletin board. There it is! Downtown - between the park and the house I accidentally robbed. This is my dream map. Consult nearly any text on sleeping, be it a polished tome on lucid dreaming or a pseudoscientific website wrought with inaccuracies, and you will be advised that the...