In my hypnagogic hallucinatory haze last night, I calmly argued with the Husband about whether or not I had just been stabbed by a knife-wielding lunatic. My vote was that I had, in fact, been stabbed by a knife-wielding lunatic. His vote was that I was annoying him. Either way, I was very put out.
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I rarely remember my dreams, but when I do they are messed up; see http://saratoday.wordpress.com/2008/06/28/what-does-my-dream-mean/
But your brain takes the cake. The dreamcake. Or would that be the braincake? Hmmmm…