Happy Dreams
This morning Hubby said I must have been having a good time in my dreams. Apparently at some point during the night he became aware that I was chuckling in my sleep. It’s been bothering me ever since. Why do I have no recollection of having a happy dream? Why are the only dreams I remember weird or scary or just plain odd?
I’ve been trying to think of anything that would have me chuckling, something that a friend said, or that I watched on television or read in my current eBook. Nothing comes to mind. Ricky Gervais’ humour isn’t the sort that one chuckles about and, as usual, the book I’m reading is a murder mystery; no LOL moments there. . . . contd.
