Last night was a series of one-hour dreams. Drift off, dream, wake up, repeat. All different.
I used to dream a lot about flying in Vietnam, but thankfully, that stopped. My usual dream theme is frustration. Such as, I'll be in a buffet line and at the end, realize that I'd not gotten silverware. Leave my tray at the table to get some and learn that there isn't any left. Then see that they'd taken my tray of uneaten food away. And then learn that the buffet had closed.
More like that.
