It seems the only dreams I ever have (or at least remember) are exceedingly mundane. For example, last night I had a dream I was in a cafeteria (like a generic Luby’s) with a few friends. All I remember is sitting at the table, then getting up to fill my tray with food, and I apparently was trying very hard to decide on an entree. For once, I didn’t want any meat dish, so a baked potato was really my only option. I had to decide on my two veggies, which was very difficult. The lady recommended the cauliflower, which I thought sounded nice, and I was going to choose mashed potatoes until I remembered my entree choice. Now what? Broccoli? I woke up before the suspense could kill me.
What do your dreams say about you? Mine tell me I’m a simpleton.