An Exercise in Dream Mediocrity

I had a series of extremely mundane dreams last night. At first, I dreamed about something but I can't remember right now. Then I dreamed that I woke up from that dream and checked the time on my ipod and saw that it was 7:27 and freaked out because I was supposed to get up at 7. But freaking out woke me up for real, and I checked my ipod and it was only 4 AM. Then I went back to sleep and dreamed that I was telling Anushka about my dream journal, but she didn't take kindly to it. She told me, very snottily, that she knew everything about dreams, why would she want to read about mine?