Paging Dr. Freud . . .

My dreams have officially become bizarre. Not in the trippy/LSD/flying kind of way. In the - I can't believe I actually had a dream about a coffee mug- kind of way. If you know any good dream analysts - have at it - I would definitely like to know the subconscious significance of Q-Tips.

Some highlights:

• I have two polar bear coffee mugs that I got as a housewarming present five years ago. I rather like them, though their shape requires particular positioning in the dishwasher. I had a dream the other night that I had two more of them and was trying to figure out how to fit them in that particular load of dishes. 
• I'm picking up a repair at the Apple Store when I see the top shelves lined with boxes of Q-Tips® (Yes - I did take the time to find the ® symbol). I don't remember the rationale for them, but they were giving them away freely. I noted that I could have used that before buying the box I'd purchased recently.
• When working at Apple, there was a day where I needed a blank CD and we were out of them. I'd requested more from the ICS. That night, I dreamed that the spools had come in and brought them back to the Genius Room to use. The following day, I went to that same spot in the cage and realized the spool of CDs existed only in my dream.  
• The other night, I had a dream that one of my coworkers told me to go to another for tax advice. He's one of the guys who designs Happy Meal Toys. No - he does not moonlight at H&R Block.
• At some point I had a dream that I ran into several of my users while waiting to pick up a car at Enterprise. 

If we go way back in time:

• Every night from the ages of 4-5, I had a dream that a witch killed my father. My father killed the witch at some point when I was 5, thus ending the dreams. There was a notable one, however, that involved a rice cake bridge. The witch ate away at the bridge while I was hanging off of it. I think my dad was dead in a car (also on the rice cake bridge). To the best of my knowledge, no Benadryl was involved.

All that said, my dreams are mundane enough that I often wake up, go about my day, then realize something I've seen, someone I've talked to, or something I've done only occurred in my dream. If I talk to you about something that is completely plausible but didn't happen - I ask that you play along.