Only In My Dreams

I'm one of those people with really vivid dreams that I often remember.  I like that.  I wake up feeling like I've been entertained all night.  Even when asleep, I'm not bored.  (This could account for my extraordinarily low boredom-tolerance levels while awake.  I hate being bored.)  I'll wake thinking "What a fascinating dream!  This would make a great movie!"  Upon a couple minutes of wakeful reflection, however, I realize that  there isn't actually any storyline at all, no continuity of characters, scenes or plot.  Not that this should stop it from becoming a major blockbuster, mind you.
After 30+ years of this kind of dreaming, I've also learned that these crazy fascinating nighttime adventures in my cranium are intensely boring for anyone else to hear about.  So I'm left waiting for they day when they invent the Star Trek dream-reader made out of a colander and some Christmas lights that will enable people to view my dreams as I do, full of awesomeness and adrenaline-pumping action.  Until then, let me just say that last night's Thelma-and-Louise-style women-on-the-lam-from-the-law flick was really cool.