As you know, I pay attention to my dreams and, in fact, work hard to retrieve them--something that's gotten harder, frankly, with aging. DEAR AGING, WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO HARSH?
Anyway, this morning I woke up wondering why I bother to remember, because truthfully most of my dreams are mildly to hugely unpleasant. Like last night I dreamed this.
Random Dream Person who I Don't Know in Real Life: I've been meaning to tell you this for awhile, but you smell bad.
Me: I do?
Random Dream Person: Yes, you do.
Me: (with growing horror) Have I always smelled bad?
Random Dream Person: Bingo.
Really? These are the dreams I'm so desperate to remember? I think I'll get a new hobby.