Supposedly we all have dreams every night but, like a lot of people, I rarely remember them. Either I’m only left with a vague impression that quickly vanishes upon waking, or I just don’t recall anything at all. My head hits the pillow and the only thing that happens next is the alarm going off.
The few I do occasionally remember though, have been, well, boring. Last night, for example, I dreamed about moving the contents of my office to a different office (and in fact we do have an office move coming up). There wasn’t even some strange twist to it; I was just packing up the few remaining books and cables and such left over in the old office.
What a ripoff! Where are the aliens, the talking furniture, the nubile young women, the non-sequiturs, the historical figures, the odd locales, and all the other weirdness I should be getting? I demand more bizarreness from my subconscious, dammit!
Psychologists would probably claim it’s just a reflection of how boring my real life is, in which case…well, I can’t exactly dispute that… :-)