Never did enthrall you with my recurring dream, Baz!
It's really, really dull....I organise things....I see boxes or books or shoes and I have to get them in an order....then number them...and that's when I start talking and sometimes walking.
I used to wake MrG up to help me stack the boxes or whatever in size, colour weight order.
He would have to wake me up to stop me and I was always cross because he hadn't been doing his share of organising these....imaginary things...
Poor soul...he was patient.....☺