Boring

I've had dreams boring enough that I don't care to remember. It seems Sunday's dream was about driving a P.O.S. car and needing to have it fixed. I was working with someone to see if we could make it work. I've got enough of that mundane stuff in my waking life.

Last night I can't remember, but I have that same feeling. Can't remember, don't care too. I'll try to remember and write it down later, even if I'm just folding laundry in my sleep.