According to my psych books, everybody dreams almost every night, several times throughout the night as we drift in and out of REM sleep. Some of us are better at remembering our dreams, some of us rarely do. I don't remember my dreams that often, and when I do it's usually just bits and pieces, feelings or sometimes one specific aspect very clearly. My memory of a dream last night falls into the last category. I vividly remember using a leaf blower and being thoroughly annoyed at having to hand pump the thing to work it. I wanted one that plugged into the wall or ran on gas, and I'm not even sure why I was stuck with this manual version, I just know that I was really mad at the whole 'be green' movement. That's all I remember. Where I was, how I got there, why I was there and where it went from there I have no idea. I have, very rarely, remembered entire dreams. In fact, there is only one time in my life that I can remember having remembered an entire dream, and that was back when I was a kid, 6 or 8 or maybe 10. So, that's what I woke up to this morning. Not concerns about the 45 pages of articles I have to read every week for my classes at the U, not that there may be snow in the mountains tomorrow and that summer really is over. Nope, just woke up being really pissed off that I couldn't use a gas powered leaf blower. Go figure.