Of Course, I'm Pretty Sure I Would Have Remembered It Anyway.

So, last night -- well, this afternoon, technically -- I dreamed I was part of a group that was unearthing this ancient artifact from a cave. When we pulled it out, it turned out to be a book made of thin slabs of wood, bound together into pages. It looked like there were probably only a dozen of them at most, but it must have been magic or something because when I opened it up, each page was dated, and the dates went from the 1600s or so up to the present day. All of them were otherwise blank, until I turned to the one for today's date... At which point I saw a note reminding me to take the garbage out. Which, sure enough, I do need to do tonight.

I guess it's kind of cool that my subconscious is actually telling me useful things.