Dreams!
I like sleeping. Besides the obvious reasons, I like it because every now and then you get a pretty neat adventure.
Every now and then, I get what is called a lucid dream. A few times a year, I’ll be dreaming, and during the dream, I’ll actually figure out that I’m dreaming. First, I’ll notice something very, very bizarre. A talking wastebasket is a pretty good clue(warning: talking inanimate objects could also indicate you’re watching a Muppet movie. Proceed with caution.)
Once I think I might be dreaming, I test my new hypothesis. I’ll try to do something impossible, like levitating, or saying something nice about Michael Moore. If it works, two things happen. One, I realize I’m dreaming, and two, out comes the lightsaber.
