I had a bad dream last night. It wasn’t scary. It was* tedious.* Which is, in some ways, worse.
I dreamt Hubby and I were packing for a trip. That’s it. I spent the entire dream putting things into the suitcases, deciding what we’d take, and choosing between blouses.
I’ve always been a vivid movie-like dreamer. It’s usually a good thing, because I get story ideas, and sometimes I’m actually entertained by them. I once woke up laughing from a comedic dream. So, imagine watching a two or three hour movie of putting socks in a suitcase, noticing one has a hole and taking it back out in favor of another pair, and selecting OTC medicines-- will we need both aspirin and Ecxedrine? That’s what it was like. The world’s most boring movie.
About a month ago, I dreamt of an artifact I’m cleaning at work. Now, don’t get me wrong-- I like my job. But I don’t think anyone would enjoy watching me do my job, which is what the dream basically amounted to. It felt like I sat there for hours, watching myself delicately brushing dust away with my paintbrush and low-powered vac.
Does that ever happen to you guys, where you have long, boring dreams? Do you wake up feeling vaguely cheated? I know the day after I had the dream about work, I didn’t even feel like going in, because it felt like I’d already done a day’s worth of work.