My sinuses are completely full. Don't you hate that feeling that you wanna sniff but you can't cause there's no place for the air to go?

Sometimes when Rob gets up for work and rustles through the closets and drawers looking for his clothes, I sort of wake up, then drift back to a deeper sleep until my alarm goes off about an hour later. In those interludes, I often have some really interesting dreams.

The other day, I dreamt that I was attending a movie premiere in Los Angeles and had arrived at the red carpet before my date. I stood there, quietly absorbing in the enormous energies and activities all around me, elated because I had such a cool date -- Harrison Ford! But not Harrison with the earring, nosireebob! My date Harrison Ford was about 15 years younger than he is now :) how cool is that? And I thought for a moment upon waking, "Gee, I'll bet Calista's going to be upset." heh!

Some mornings after an interesting dream, I'll lie there listening to NPR trying to remember what made that particular dream so good. Is it the people in it? Or is it more the emotional aspect? I lean toward the latter, mostly. The dreams that stick with me longest are either ones in which I'm filled with sublime joy, or I'm an emotional wreck. Naturally I prefer the peaceful dreams, but funny dreams can be good to remember too. Like the time I was on Gilligan's Island as Gilligan (doh).