I'm going through one of my stretches where I remember my dreams every night. I'm almost always being chased or missing a final exam. Last night was really odd. I was helping a woman escape her pursuers. The weirdest thing was that the dream played out like a movie. There were different angles, an occassional close-up, just about everything except credits and a score. Normally, I usually remember my dreams like I'm watching them from a stationary camera. This was like Scorsese took over. I'm foregoing therapy for CF.