My dreams continue to disappoint me.
While others can spend hours and waste whole friendships boring people with the damn things, trying to work out the deeper meaning of every intricate detail and nuance, if I had a therapist Id be cancelling my direct debit about now.
Yesterday morning My Beloved spent a good five minutes relating his night full of whizzbang, fizzpop, rollercoaster dreams to me.
I had this:
Oh right. Cool. I dreamt I was riding a bicycle and it was going really fast but someone had stolen the handlebars
Too dull. Boooo, my subconscious.