You know that you are ready for a break when the monotony of normal life leaks in to your subconscious. I have lately been unable to create the little mental stories that serve to distract when faced with the most boring of tasks. My dreams are also victims of the routine. They have become diluted versions of their former selves.
My last dream this morning (that dream you remember and take with you, the dream that sets the tone for your day) was about visiting the doctor. Well, I should say visiting the waiting room because in the dream I never saw the doctor. I checked in with reception, sat in the waiting room and then watched as all the other patients were called, and then I woke up. I'm really glad I know nothing of dream interpretation because I'm sure that this dream would say nothing interesting about me.