... that we remember the bad dreams so vividly, and the good ones fade with the morning sun?
A few nights ago, I dreamed I was shopping with a friend and when I was distracted picking out a picture, someone stole No3Child.
Last night, I dreamed I was collecting my Mum at the airport and a bomb went off, and I was trapped under rubble. The dogs woke me at 3.40 and I found the bed cushions were piled up around my legs and behind my body. (I only use two thin cushions - the rest are usually consigned to the bottom of the bed - I keep them for asthetics sake).
In other news - I hate the current shade of polish I have on my nails just now.
