In the past few days, I have dreamed that I have done the following things:
1) taken my little sister to see Ursula, the sea witch, so she could get a Snickers bar;
2) produced a musical about seasonal depression;
3) run through a hurricane to try to stop my fellow physician from taking a performance-enhancing drug that he thought was innocuous, but which I had discovered would cause his skin to rot and fall off; and
4) become a really good driver.