The words are from "Angel," a song by the late, great band Belly, and they sum up my dreams lately.
This morning I was having a dream about urinating in a toilet at a roadside rest area. It was the nastiest thing -- I had to hold the lid up, and lots of previous visitors hadn't aimed well. This just went on and on until I finally woke up. Fortunately I hadn't wet the bed (I wouldn't tell if I had!), although I had to make a beeline for the bathroom.
That was nothing compared to the dream I had when I took a nap this afternoon. I woke up speaking aloud (I've never had a speaking wake-up after a good dream) to a 911 operator, reporting a home invasion, saying, "I think someone is still here in the house." It scared the hell out of me.
Maybe I really should throw my pillow away.