I dreamed that I was watching hundreds of pages flash before my eyes. Some had only slight differences from each other, as if they were evidence of the multiple-worlds hypothesis. When the changes slowed enough for me to get the gist of one article, I memorized the details. It was written by someone with the unusual name of "Jicknicy" and it was about Penn State athletics in the 1950s. When I awoke, I actually FOUND that article, and showed it to my wife as proof of my psychic abilities or photographic memory or something.
Except... THAT didn't happen, and when I awoke for real I found only trace references to obscure usernames on sketchy websites.
So... if someone reading this is one level up from me, I'm ready for that kick to wake me up again.
Failing that, you could try identifying the source of these lines that I probably didn't make up entirely, and which Brett also vaguely remembers in this reality:
"Oh, what shall I do? Oh, where shall I go? The streets are sloppy and full of snow! My boots are old and full of feet, and I must face everyone I meet!"