It's the ones that are just so weird and long and crazy, I feel compelled to share them, and then the minute I try to start explaining them, it all just ...fades away
The fucking boring ones are easy to describe. The other day I dreamed that I made two sandwiches the night before work, so I wouldn't have to make them that morning and save myself a few minutes. And then I woke up and was disappointed because I knew I hadn't actually made the sandwiches.
But the recurring ones with strange houses with lots of rooms full of random junk, the minute I try to describe the details beyond that, it disintegrates. Bullshit and shenanigans, I say.