I remember two of last night’s dreams very vividly.  The first one was sort of scary where I was being dragged on my back by a large yellow jacket (a large wasp, not an actual jacket).  I managed to grab it with my right hand and slammed it on the ground, I then killed it with a spoon.  Yes, a spoon.  The second dream was rather tasty, and I was disappointed to wake up in the middle of it.  I was eating lots of bulgogi and xiao long bao (soup dumplings).  I was reading an article on Shanghai the day before, hence the dreams about xiao long bao, but what about the bulgogi?  Maybe I’m just really craving it.  Don’t you just hate it when you wake up in the middle of a great dream?  I tried to fall back asleep to continue the dream, but that didn’t work.