So, I think I finally had one of those dreams everyone is talking about. Well, more than one. Like in real life, my mother died when I was a teenager and it was just me and my sister, but then, instead of going to culinary school, I got a job with the CIA. Yes, The Central Intelligence Agency. I was an analyst, which seemed pretty easy. I pretty much read blogs for a living. Then I met another agent there named Rex Matheson. He was pretty cool. Then I woke up. I'm really not surprised that dream!me would have a better life than real me.