Last night's #StressDream involved managing an event, and being interrupted while asking a panel of drag performers how to pronounce their names for proper introduction, by a pair of YouTube streamers who (politely) asked me to remove the girls who'd been camping out under the stage in order to get close to them.

But, given that my work stress #dreams involve forgetting I had an event, something got messed up, and attendees demanding I solve every problem possible, this wasn't all that weird.

Last night's cinematic #StressDream started with the boss taking away my normal computer at work so that the more important people could use it, and leaving me with a monochrome IBM from the late 1980s that couldn't run any software.

Then, I was trying to escape a psychopath who was hunting me with a gun and a wrecking ball (!!!), smashing anything and everything to find me, and no one seemed to want to help. In fact, I was inconveniencing them with my pleas for help.

#Dreams