Well, as the night progressed, i woke up a time or two and scribbled something on the pad of paper - i remember this quite clearly. When morning came, i woke up and picked up the pad of paper - eager to see what my subconscious had dreamed up over the course of the night. What grand adventures had I undertaken?

My wife gave me a curious look as i cursed the paper held in my hands. Then she started to laugh as i showed her my nights efforts: a big fat blank piece of paper. All those scribbled notes were just imagined! Curse you dream scribe!

Update: Found a great comic that seemed quite pertinent: xkcd - 430