My dreams have gotten a lot more mundane in recent years. I guess my mind is more focused on the day-to-day details than when I was a kid. Besides being more boring, this has another downside. If I dream that I'm married to Bob Dole and raising penguins in Guam, I can be pretty sure that's a dream. But today I found myself wondering if the conversation I had where my Dad told me he found wire shelving on sale for the garage actually happened or if I dreamt it. Crap.