A few nights ago, I dreamed that the entire railing at the top of the stairs had become detached from its moorings, leaving nothing between the girls and a nasty fall. (Or daisy_knotwise and me, for that matter.) Naturally, it was a matter of some urgency to figure out how to fix this mess.
Last night, I dreamed that my (late) mother and I were in our minivan. She was driving and managed to roll it over in a ditch, removing the entire roof. Fortunately, neither one of us were injured, but the minivan was clearly totaled. And getting the attention of the 911 operator was being a challenge. Why she had a British accent was simply beyond me.
Stress. It's a killer. :)