My dreams have tended to have this morose streak in them lately, and I wish they'd knock it off. There's always somebody accidentally fracturing their spine or falling down the stairs or something like that. It's generally not me personally who's getting abused by life, but it's still stressful 'cause I'm usually running around trying to convince all the blasé bystanders to "Call an ambulance, for God's sake!" or "Help me put out this stupid fire already!" or "Get some bandages, this guy's been shot! GET SOME #&*$^ BANDAGES!" and they just can't be bothered.
I'm sure summer has a lot to do with it. Hopefully things will improve in 45 days or so.
Meanwhile, back to the grind.