I just put a load of washing in the washing machine and it reminded me of the most depressing and pathetic dream I had the other day. I dreamed that I had to tell James not to wash my bras with a normal load as it would stretch the elastic... I know, the worries of a middle class dreamer?
I remember when I used to dream up fantasy stories, or fly around the world, or have semi-erotic dreams about celebrities I didn't even know I had a crush on. Nope. Now I dream about the right way to wash a bra. Wonderful.