An afternoon dream during a nap meant to make up for last night’s lack of sleep during the bout of burning pain . . . I don’t remember the details; I’m not sure that there were really that many in this dream, but it felt surreal in some way while I was having it. There was something in the ocean we were looking for, and I was in a plane or helicopter with my brother, who was piloting. We were flying low over sparkling water on a bright, sunny day, looking into the surface for something, something, something . . . In my dreams, the world is a more wonderful place filled with surreal marvels, and I have opportunities for adventure.