I don't know about you but sometimes my dreams exhaust me. I've always been a 'dreamer' - not in the walking-around-with-head-in-clouds type of dreamer, but someone who has extremely detailed, complicated dreams that are not forgotten for days and which I can recite ad nauseam. My mother's the same and it turns out the Little Guy has the gene too. He'll wake up in the morning and spend ten whole minutes telling me the in and outs of his latest one. No wonder we need an hour from getting up to getting out the door.
When I'm stressed or have a lot on my mind, (like now) the dreams start getting a bit weird. At university, they also started coming true, which freaked me out a bit I have to say. On one occasion, I dreamt that my clapped out car had been broken into. I told my flatmate who laughingly pointed to it as we left for lectures, saying "Don't be daft, it's right there." I got into it that night and someone actually had broken into it, ripped the radio and tape deck out (that's aging me) and screwed up all the electrics. Unbelievably, about six months later I had another dream that it had been nicked, and again it happened. I remember saying that I needed to park the car closer to our house and my sister (I think) said, "You can't take precautions every time you dream about something". This time it was actually stolen and driven over god knows what, causing extensive damage to its under carriage.
Some dreams you just don't talk about. I mean what if you dream something awful is going to happen? Do you tell the person involved? Is it going to happen anyway? What if they laugh in your face? Fortunately I haven't had a prophetic dream in quite a while. I've obviously lost my touch.
Last night I had such a stupid dream I was up half the night (half awake) trying to figure out which bits were real. It just so happens that we have a number of doctor visits going on at the moment (nothing serious). I also had to get the kids out of the door promptly this morning as I had an 8am phone call. Needless to say the dream got it all muddled up. The Ball & Chain is out of town, which is when things always start to happen. In my dream I suddenly remembered that I had a 7am doctor's appointment downtown. (Why I didn't stop right there and ask who in god's name does 7am appointments I don't know). The big dilemma was what to do with the boys (age 17 and 9). I'm sure they would have been more than capable of getting themselves up and off to school, - if I had remembered to tell them, but in this dream, of course I hadn't.
Worse, was when I finally managed to wake myself up properly, - I still couldn't figure out if I had an appointment or not. I hate that.
The Little Guy came up with a great name for it though - Dream Residue.