I dream a lot, both during the night all year round and during my afternoon naps over the summer months, but I remember precious little of my dreams. The main reason I cannot write them up is that most of them are rather intricate in detail. By the time I wake up, the crucial detail is gone. And the intricacy almost always has to do with research of some kind. Interestingly, I am always a part of a research team rather than a lone researcher. There is no leader of the team, but everyone works together on an equal footing. The team is invariably working on some problem I find truly exciting. More, we are often onto something tremendous that might have a great impact on the world around us. To the best of my recollection, the problem in question varies quite a lot from dream to dream. Sometimes it concerns natural sciences, and sometimes it is squarely in the domain of social sciences. Still, understanding human behavior is at the core of my dreams more often than not. All this is neither here nor there, but I appear to be a researcher deep down. According to my dreams, figuring things out is what I am actually about. And the excitement is almost always connected to some momentous discovery in the making. The same holds of my last dream, but I cannot remember anything else about it. Whence this heartfelt lament.