Last night I dreamt that a deep voice was narrating all of my dreams. Now I can't stop narrating everything I do. "Julie looked at her coffee suspiciously. Was the smell coming from there? Just then her dog grunted. Brandy was perched, sphynx like on the floor, making nervous glances at her tail. Then the dog got up and wandered into the other room. Julie regretted feeding her that egg for breakfast. Ew."