Snooze

I have a human snooze button: my husband. Unless he is leaving for work at quarter to seven, he rises, starts his day (breakfast, exercise and reading) and then wakes me. Only all this week I refuse waking, so I am constantly sending him away with the request to return in ten--fifteen--thirty minutes. He's dear to oblige me.
That said, my dreams these last few nights are like patchwork, and foggy.
What I do remember from last night are these bits:

A reunion with two girlfriends - one I still speak with in waking life, the other I do not/have not since summer time. We are together in a foreign country, for some reason I believe it is Germany - I must hear German around us. The room where we are staying is dark and though there are big windows all around, there is no sun to shine in. There is tension in the room, though we're all doing our best to deny it (I think the second part of that sentence is a Dylan lyric..."Visions of Johanna") ...I remember very little else.
Not too enticing/exciting, huh?

I will rise like an obedient soldier tomorrow morning and begin anew, wholeheartedly transcribing all of the bits I recall.