I never liked the movie "Waking Life"

I have quite a few nightmares. They aren't usually very stressful because of how often I have them. I usually won't wake up stressed out, thinking something actually happened. Usually I will know that I'm dreaming when I'm having one. It makes me somewhat apathetic in my sleep. If someone is chasing me, I don't run that fast because I tell myself I will wake up when the bad part comes. I have always had lucid dreams, as well as my mom. She used to be chased by the same person in a repeated nightmare and someone asked her why she didn't ask them what they wanted. The next time she had the nightmare, she turned around and asked the person what they wanted and she never had the nightmare again. I never did find out what the person wanted... I'm not sure if she did either.

I don't typically talk about dreams, etc. because it irritates me. Whenever there is a dream sequence/flashback/fantasization in movies or books, I typically fast-forward. I think it's a cop-out from poor writers who can't think of anything else to add to the plot. But the other night I had a nightmare that I can't shake. I didn't know that I was dreaming when I woke up and I couldn't remember if it was real or not. It was a nightmare about work, which is even more unusual for me. I finally realized how dependant I am on working and how important having a job is. This may seem obvious, but up until now I have never had to worry about money. Not that I have always had an abundance, but I have always had a more accessible safety net. None of this is a complaint, just a reality that was long overdue.