I need a vacation

I just woke up from one of the more ridiculous-sounding anxiety dreams I've ever had.

I was running some kind of event for blind people. I was directing people around, introducing them, taking notes in conversation with some, going to get drinks and snacks for everyone but me. At one point I was even worried about looking for somewhere to charge my phone.

It's laughable to relate now -- how boring is my brain! -- but the tension in my neck and shoulders when I woke up, and my racing breathing, were no more fun than if my anxiety had been about something more universally-recognized.

How boring is my brain, though.