Last night, I dreamed I was entering data in a database: the same record, over and over. I’d go through the laborious process of entering it once, wake up, think, “That was tedious,” and fall back asleep only to re-enter the record in my sleep.

The night before, I dreamed I was folding laundry: one piece after another.

I thought dreams were supposed to be the raw outlet for all kinds of unconscious desires? If so, my id is even more boring than I am.