In the last few days I've had two quite vivid dreams.
In the first, I was parking a car. I woke up halfway through, and was in a hurry to get back to sleep because I'd left the car blocking someone's driveway.
In the second, my sister (Fran) arranged for me to meet her boyfriend (a different person from her boyfriend in real life) in an amazing house on a cliff on a stormy night. He tried to kill me with spatulas, tongs and fish slices, but I prevailed. I spent the rest of the dream profoundly annoyed with Fran for trying to have me killed. It wasn't until about ten minutes into my morning run that I realised that the fight with utensil-wielding boyfriend had been quite odd.