Did you ever have one of those nights where your dreams were so exhausting that you were physically hurting when you finally swam towards consciousness in the morning?
I experienced just such a one last night.
I dreamt that I was in charge of getting a large group of family and friends packed and to the airport on time for a flight.
No one seemed interested in preparing for the trip.
I was wrestling the procrastination monster.
It was like herding cats.
I woke up cranky and snappish, not realizing quite why.
Then I remembered my dream wrestling.
I'm trying to train myself to refuse to participate in these types of dreams.
Meanwhile, a trip to Engrish.com got my chin off the ground...