Last night I had something that wasn’t a nightmare, but wasn’t a happy dream. I had an incredibly boring dream. So boring, in fact, and so confusing, that my dream self was incredibly frustrated with the whole situation. Normally, dream logic is sort of wacky, and the progression of events nonsensical but goofy. In this case, however, my dream self was aware enough of the dream logic to find it enormously tiresome, was fatigued by trying to figure out why certain events were following other events, and was exasperated by the inability to achieve certain ends before the dream world screwed around with the causality logic.
So, I was happy to wake up. Not because the dream was frightening. But because the waking world, in this case, turns out to be much more interesting than the nonsense I had to put up with in the dream world.
It was like entering the land of Faerie, only to find out that the elves and hobgoblins used their magic powers to calculate endless tables of logarithms. Feh.