To be honest I usually wake up in the dark, leap out of bed and run around the village before having a cup of tea. That's when the dream ends. At that point, if I have not bashed Eve on the head with my dreaming antics, I turn over and go back to sleep to the dulcet tones of Radio3. That's a classical radio station for those of you who don't have the pleasure. I'm so sick of bad news, I tend not to listen to it.
I meditate on my blog reader. Who ever they are :-)