. . I had a great many vivid dreams, many of which I recorded in detail. A favorite, though was a very early one from high school age.
I was building a short wave receiver. Remember, this was the days of vacuum tubes and winding your own coils. Owning a chassis punch for tube sockets was nearly impossible because Greenlee wanted so much money for them (finally relieved when Calrad started importing cheap punch sets from Japan).
Anyway, the radio wasn't working and I was having a very hard time finding the problem, and worked on it until after 2:00am. Finally gave up and went to sleep.
In my sleep, I dreamed about taking the thing apart and finally locating a bad ground that was causing the problem, then putting it all back together again, and having it work.
Then I woke up, and went through the whole process again, dissassembly, correcting the problem, putting it back together.
Then I really woke up, and found myself facing the whole arduous process for a third time. By this time I was so damned tired of it I left it for another day. As you might expect, when I got back to it, the dream fix didn't actually work that well anyway.