Sleeping in

Bit of a late start today.
Even if I don't have anything planned for the morning I always feel like I have to do something important with the rest of the day when I sleep in.
But then again it is lovely, having those snooze-fueled dreams. The problem with those is that while you might remember the attributes of the dream, it was lucid, seemed to last a day, and was vaguely redish, you never remember the events themselves.
It seems as if we inhabit some other plane in these dreams and our relations to ourselves reminds us of where we have been but the anchor of gravity and reality hold us here, only able to remember out of the corner of our minds eye.
Curious.