I snore. Quite loudly I'm told. the other night my wife used her iPhone to record my snoring for me and now I understand why she gives me "love jabs" during the night. Hearing the audio recording of my obnoxious flapping soft throat tissue, I wondered what I was dreaming about as her phone hovered over my face... my mouth open, a puddle of drool on my pillow, my eyes closed, my thoughts meandering through my life. I dream often and vividly and usually remember the dreams. They are often bizarre, intermingled experiences, desires and interests that jumble together; sometimes pleasant and sometimes not. So I took the audio clip and made a video during my lunch break; just for kicks. This is my night life.