Last night I had a couple of standard dreams-- you know, nothing special. The kind where you get your check in the mail and it's more than you expected, or you meet an old friend you've been meaning to get back in touch with but haven't had time to see. The second was quite vivid and movie like-- but still, nothing special.
I was thinking about what makes dreams special for me, and frequently it's that they defy easy categorization on waking. I have trouble mapping them to issues in my life-- or they deal with existential issues. They make me wonder, and keep turning the puzzle pieces, trying for a match.