Dreams are indeed funny things. One's responses can be so abnormal. In the dream I had a couple of nights ago, set in a girls' school, I was abnormally stressed, all about things I wouldn't have worried much about in real life. And then I have dreams in which things explode, I am being chased by people who want to kill me, and I am often quite enjoying myself, when in reality I would be cowering somewhere hoping that something would save me. I also love the little tiny part of me that is quite conscious that it's watching a dream, and sits there reminding me.