I had a novel, at least for me, dream this morning. I was vaguely aware that the alarm was about to go off. I had a dream asking me if I could spend a few minutes completing a survey about the quality of sleep I got last night.
A few weeks ago I had a series of dreams where I had to occasionally press the skip ad button to continue with the dreams.
What about the rest of you? Anything you want to report?
We’re catching up to Futurama faster than I thought…
LEELA: Didn’t you have ads in the 20th century?
FRY: Well, sure, but not in our dreams. Only on TV and radio, and in magazines, and movies, and at ball games, and on buses, and milk cartons, and T-shirts, and bananas, and written on the sky… But not in dreams.
I had a recent interesting variation on the classic “can’t run away from danger” dream scenario, where I desperately needed to send an email, but couldn’t get any of my devices to connect to a network.