The part of my brain responsible for dreaming must also have it’s staff of writers on strike right now. Sunday night I had two of the longest damned dreams, complicated and intricate in plot. And the worst part is that they were both dreams that I’ve had before, between six months to a year ago. I was even lucidly aware of their repeated nature while I was inside the dream, which made it so much more frustrating. I kept turning to the camera of my mind’s eye and saying “we’ve seen this before, haven’t we?”

You know your life is boring when your brain is showing reruns of year-old dreams.