My dreams have been boring for several years now. I don't have many dreams about banging chicks, I have dreams about finding a secret hiding place to jerk off to porn without getting caught by my wife. Yes, I've had that one multiple times. Absolutely ridiculous.
A few weeks ago I bought a rare and fancy fuzz pedal, one that I've been on a waiting list for a spell now. I sent payment for it recently, now I'm just waiting a few weeks for it to get delivered. Last night I had a dream about it... not the fuzz pedal itself, but the email from the builder with the tracking info. So yes, I dreamt about going onto USPS.com and finding out when said pedal will arrive. That's just lame.
I've also been shopping for a used Jeep for a few months now. I had a dream that I finally bought one. The dream did not involve driving it on some great adventure, no. I was filling out the DMV paperwork as it sat in my mother-in-law's driveway. I think it was orange, but I never got close enough to even sit in the damn thing. What a crock of shit.
So yes, my dreams are complete bunk. But I guess it's good that my actual life is more exciting than what I fantasize about. Weird, but I'll take it.