Last nights dream was weird and boring at the same time. I was trading insults with a teenager in a kind of sports shop. It sold football scarves (including Liverpool ) and board games. I remember there being some kind of prelude to this but I don' remember a thing about it.

I fell asleep again and woke up an hour late! I do remember dreaming about a postman cycling down a street being congratulated about something but I was in too much of a rush to try and remember anymore. Still definately an immediate improvement in recall.