Life through a lens

There is a hell on earth, and it is Butlins.
Plastic matresses on half an inch wide bed with micron thick sheets under a single layer of badly stiched wool for a blanket. Rubber food and rain rain rain.
But, that said the whole gencon experience wasn't too bad at all, I met a load of people I hadn't seen in years, made some new RP friends and played some fantastic games thanks to davywavy and sesquipedality.
Plus I got rid of my old magic cards, farewell, byebye, tata.
Thingies.
What I did discover, however, was that if I'm in an uncomfortable bed I have really wierd dreams, wierder than normal, and no I won't be describing them as I've forgotten them (save for the incident with the giant CD rack of squashing, aiieeeee!) erm.
But this led me on to the whole 'why do we dream' shbang, or at least why do we remeber dreams? Seems at least for myself the more uncomfortable and troubled I am the more clearly I can remember my dreams. This isn't exactly a line of pursuit I want to follow in order to recall my dreams more easily?
Probably not.