'Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?'

Dear future hubster,

when in the morning I tell you that I had an exhausting night, because in my dream I was packing and worrying that I will miss the plane, while my old boss was taking the boys out for lunch, please do listen to me.

Yes, I know that it was just a dream, and wasn't even a nightmare, and yes, I am aware that the plane analogy probably reflects my worries over a deadline approaching, and anything about my old boss is just my need for recognition manifesting.

But it feels real and I need to have it off my chest. I need to sing my shadow home before the day can start.