Oh dreams....There are times that whatever I was watching on TV invades my subconscious, but I haven't been watching Orange is the New Black or anything. The night before I dreamt that we sold our old house to Brian's aunt and uncle in New Jersey. They flipped it from this tiny cottage to a gorgeous home and then rent it out, but not before giving us a tour. It was quite vibrant, like I was really there!
But the absolute worst is the stress dreams. I've had a repetitive one since college: I'm working at McDonald's. I'm making burgers in the back, I'm taking orders up front and I'm running the drive-thru and I'm all alone. And then three buses pull in and everyone wants burgers and fries and they want them NOW. When I wake up from that one, with my heart pounding, it's an instant sign that I've taken on too much and need to dial it back. Oh, you crazy, all-knowing subconscious!