I dreamt today that I could detach and reattach my head from my body, Washington Irving style. It was pretty convenient, really. The deal-breaker was slight bleeding repeatedly causing collar stains and excessive need for doing laundry. Funnily enough I almost never wear collared shirts in real life.

Also, for the first time in I can't remember I woke up in light sleep, so I don't feel like a car hit me before I even got out of bed.