Why are my dreams so boring lately? I wake up wondering if I really did take chicken out of the freezer to thaw for dinner or if I only dreamed it. My dreams often make for a confusing life, always trying to sort out what actually happened and what happened in a dream, and I don't go to sleep excited anymore, wondering what adventures I'll have in my mind this night. I'd like to have those exciting dreams again where I'm time traveling or flying or vacationing in Paris or Rome. I'd even settle for a good escaping a tornado or turning up naked in a public place or surviving a plane crash dream at this point. I just don't want to go to sleep and dream that I'm going to work anymore. Time to have a heart-to-heart with my head.
