To sleep perchance to dream

I crawled out of a dream into this gray drizzly day exhausted. 

This is one of those times when I work so hard in a dream I need to rest when I get out.  I can't really explain that except to say that it is true.  I am a very vivid dreamer.

I am not a lucid dreamer.  I don't usually know it's a dream, nor do I have a conscious way of controlling what is happening. 

Instead my subconscious goes to town creating situations that usually include me, but where I am only an observer at other times.

One time I dreamed that George Clooney's friends played a joke on him while he was sleeping and he woke up suspended from a rescue helicopter stretcher high above the ground.  He was angry and sat up yelling at them to get him down, but when they tried they couldn't do it, so they got an elephant to pull him in and she fell off the cliff too.  I remember watching that elephant falling through the air and catching herself on an old wooden bridge, then pulling herself up onto it. Where these dreams come from I have no idea.

In last night's dream we were trying to get the house ready for my grandma's funeral.  It was not her house, it was her older sister's chicken barn so it needed lots of work.  Hundreds of relatives, most of whom I didn't know,  came in for the funeral and were helping.  Unfortunately the ones who camped in the meadow out back got washed away by a flood because they didn't believe me when I told them that was not a good place.  I lived right up the road so I was in charge of all these hill people. 

I got a glimpse of my reflection and was surprised by how young and beautiful I was, dressed in a simple robin's egg blue dress and filmy scarf over my deep brown curly hair.  I flitted from one place to another as people canned and cooked, painted and sawed.  The babies were extraordinary, talking at six months, and crawling at warp speed; the people very plain and working hard.

I finally began running from one end of the house to the other trying to use either the outhouse, or the indoor bathroom but always being thwarted by something going on in them until I woke up.  By that time all I wanted to do was sit down and rest. 

It felt like that dream lasted days.  If I hadn't really had to go to the bathroom I might still be there.

I have never met anyone who dreams like I do and I belonged to a dream group for over ten years.