And thank YOU for today’s earworm. 
Once I dreamt I was at my friend’s cottage, and I opened up the fridge and I saw a container of peach yogurt on the shelf.
Yep, that was it. I felt cheated.
Another time, I woke up, and rubbed my eyes, and had a shower, and ate breakfast, and hauled my arse to the bus stop, and waited for the bus, and got on, and was annoyed by all the kids on the bus, and sat through brutal traffic, and got to work, and had a plain old boring morning at work.
Then I woke up. I had dreamt my entire morning routine.
I called in sick that day. I just couldn’t face doing it all again.
I’m pretty relieved to find I’m not the only one with boring dreams! Loading the dishwashing. Driving the car. Running the vaccuum. Sometimes I dream I’m reading a book, which you’d think would at least bring you the enjoyment of the story, but no … all I can recall is just scanning through the words on the page, turning the page, eyes back and forth, flip … gah.
I have many exciting dreams, too; I even had a horrific good old fashioned ghoulie nightmare the other night from which I awoke, heart hammering away! Last night’s was sort of a nightmare, too – I had to host a *Republican * talk-radio show! :eek: 
I used to do that all the time in high school. My alarm would go off, I’d hit the sleep button, and get up and start getting ready…only to discover nine minutes later that I’d never made it out of bed. :smack:
I wouldn’t say it’s boring, necessarily, but I have a recurring dream about walking into a public restroom and not being able to find a working/clean/rational/private toilet to use. The restroom is usually huge, with 20+ toilets, but the stall doors are missing, or the toilets are clogged and overflowing, or the toilets are weird contraptions that I can’t figure out how to use. Most disconcerting. I’ve never been able to figure out why I have this dream, though a friend of mine suggested that I’m anxious that I’ll never find someone who can take my shit. :rolleyes:
I’ve dreamed of being at work too. It’s a major drag to work all day, hear an alarm clock, wake up, and have to do it again.
This thread reminded me that there’s a Michael Marshall Smith book called One of Us that is about a guy who takes tedious dreams off of people’s minds for a fee.
What about cleaning dreams? I have those sometimes. Nothing quite as disappointing as having to spend all night scrubbing the spaces between floor tiles with a tiny brush. And sometimes if I’ve been reading too much before bed I’ll have reading dreams where the words will make sense at the time but I won’t retain any information so I’ll have to keep repeating my reading because it’s really important to understand it. Kind of like reading a contract or a really boring nonfiction book. Sucks.
When I was a night-shift waitress at Denny’s (long, long ago) I used to dream about serving coffee to drunks. I hated it. I had to serve coffee to drunks all night long. It wasn’t fair to have to do it in my sleep, too.
As an aside, drunks are interesting tippers. Either they forget to tip you, or leave you a $20 on a $6 check. Evens out to about the same as sober.
Ach, I’ve had a ton of dreams where I’ve gotten ‘lost’ in the details of some forthcoming event that never happens. Packing for trips, loading up on groceries (delicious ones I can’t wait to eat), writing letters, etc, etc. They seem great to me at the time, since I’m expecting to end up somewhere fun/happy/delicious. But they’re so annoying when I wake up.
They are more welcome than those dreams where I’m making up with long lost friends (only to be disappointed upon waking), or getting into terrible fights with loved ones, though.
Or the sleep paralysis ones. shiver
Yet another boring dreamer here. My last dream I recalled I discovered bees in my wall and the entire dream was of me calling contractors to get bids. I finally found a cheaper guy and he came out and sprayed them. That was it. My friend fights dragons and saves the world as a superhero. Man thats got to be weird.
Not too long ago I had a dream wherein I found the toenail clippers. Exciting? You bet!
I also had the world’s most boring nightmare. I was walking down an alley, and something was coming to get me. But even in my dream I knew that it was just one of those plastic monsters from a McDonald’s Happy Meal. As a nightmare, it was about as scary as one of those 1950s monster movies. (Not that I am complaining.)
Ask me about my thrilling fantasy life!
I have both of those too, especially the fighting with loved ones. A few times a week I dream of having vicious, vicious fights with my parents or brothers. It’s really disturbing.
Actually, I did think of some awfully disappointing dreams I’ve had. Not boring, but very frustrating. A couple of years after my dad smashed my Super Nintendo and sold all of my videogames and the crime of playing games became worse than murder in my house, I started having fantastic dreams about videogames. At first they were obviously unrealistic; I was in amazing palaces full of games of all kinds on incredible futuristic consoles, and I knew upon waking up that the whole thing was obviously fantasy.
And then I started having dreams that my parents had decided to surprise me by buying me a new console and new games, ending the ban. Waking up from those was awful. 
Hilarity N. Suze, how’s your thrilling fantasy life?
Could’ve been worse.
At least
Shoo-fly pie and apple pan dowdy
Makes my eyes light up, my stomach say, ‘Howdy!’
Or
I am sitting
In the morning
At the diner
On the corner
don’t fit the theme of the thread.
Aren’t you glad I didn’t post them?
My husband was doing a lot of HTML coding at one time. He went to sleep, started having a dream, and noticed something was wrong with the dream. So he clicked on the dream, brought up the HTML code, found the missing period at the end of an instruction, replaced it, and refreshed the dream to keep it going.
I want to know where you click on a dream.
In the left anterior cruciate ligament, of course. Didn’t they teach you that in college?
I’m female, so I’d like to see a good looking guy. But I’m also a food lover, and your dream is like good porn to me! I don’t see a single thing on the list that I don’t like. To quote a Heinlein character, I’ll eat anything standing still, or even moving slowly.
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And then I started having dreams that my parents had decided to surprise me by buying me a new console and new games, ending the ban. Waking up from those was awful. :(QUOTE]
I once had an extremely vivid and realistic seeming dream in which I could take a small piece of cardboard in one hand, wave my other hand over it, and it would turn into a sparkling cut diamond. I know it sounds strange, but it was once of the most detailed dreams I ever had, color, sound, feeling, smell, etc. I felt truly let down when I woke up and realized it wasn’t true.
disclaimer: it was quite a bit more detailed, because the line moved very slowly
I go to the post office. As I’m standing in line with my 8½x11 flat rate box, a handsome stranger comes up and notices that it’s addressed to my agent in New York. He asks what the book is about and I say, “It’s about a psychopath. When she was 14 she killed her mother. It was deemed self-defense and because she was beautiful and innocent looking she was quickly adopted by her foster family. Then she married an older man. When he became abusive she got rid of him and assumed a new identity. Now she’s making a splash in Hollywood, but a few people are being very persistent asking questions about her past.”
He says, “Wow. That would make a great movie. Could you possibly have your agent shoot me a copy?” And he gives me his card. [I haven’t decided whether his last name is Spielberg or Coppola. But it’s that kind of affiliation. As to why he has to be handsome, well I have no idea. Why not.]
I give up my place in line to open up the box, stick in his card with a note, and reseal it–using the tape the PO conveniently supplies, since it’s a fantasy. I then shoot forward into next week, when my agent has opened it up, talked to his people, and optioned my novel as a movie, thus greatly increasing the chances of a large advance and pre-release build-up, not to mention the tie-ins, video games, etc.
[SFX: pocketa-pocketa-QUEEP]
What really happened: I waited in line. I did not actually even look at the other people in line because I’m having a blepharitis attack and can’t wear mascara. I left my sunglasses on. No one would have approached me, not even a bum asking for spare change. When I thought it was my turn a woman materialized out of nowhere, said she’d been in line in front of me. She basically accused me of line-jumping, but I think she was line-jumping. Then she spent an inordinate amount of time at the desk. Then I found out I’d brought the wrong credit card–I have one I use just for writing stuff. My agent probably will not open it until September, as she takes the month of August off. As I drove home I decided the ending was lame and I probably shouldn’t have sent it, but it’s already a year late. Right before my agent reads it, some author whose name you would recognize, unlike mine, will come out with a blockbuster using pretty much the same premise and enough similar plot points that it will look like I plagiarized it, and that will be the one that gets the movie option and the big push.
What I find strange is that although I do not see many mental pictures while awake - I don’t “see” anything when I read and so forth - I do have very vivid dreams that I can often recall. As long as I wake up without the alarm/other loud noise, I remember.
And an unfortunate number of them are boring. Work dreams, coding webpages as ZipperJJ mentioned every damn time I do a big update of my website, and for some reason, I dream about shopping all the time. (and I buy sweets I never get to eat, even in the dreams. Odd given I’m not dieting or anything). One recent dream was both odd and tedious:
I was checking out at a department/grocery store, and something rang in wrong. After I paid her the cashier bitched at me about not noticing that the food item (like a lunchable? not important) hadn’t rung in correctly, and rang up as a candle or something. So she took it off without bothering to ring it in again correctly. Then she asked me for $8, at which point I asked her why would I owe her money when she just took the item off - and thank god, I woke up then.
This is a pretty common dream and it has main one cause: sleeping you needs to use the bathroom in real life. I have a relative who confessed that she was able to use a toliet in a dream once. When she woke up, she found out she’d wet the bed!
[hijack] I’m currently about 500 pages into writing a novel of my own about Katheryn Howard and Lady Jane Rochford. I just read last week that Phillipa Gregory is soon releasing a book about them.
I’m pretty sure they’ll be different enough so it won’t look like plagarism, but sheesh! I liked the idea because those two women are great story material, but seldom explored. (Everyone writes about Anne Boleyn.) So, I’m bummed.
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