I remember St. Thomas Aquinas said that we are not culpable for the sins we commit in our dreams. I suppose I should take comfort in that.
Sometimes I make bad decisions in dreams -- like not punching somebody out. Or telling them off. Or slaying, staking and burning them.
In a dream last night, I was attending some crowded meeting in a small room. School? City government? Sewer district? Anyway, I was being scolded by a pair of ugly women for daring to move that the minutes be accepted without being read (always a good move at any meeting where you have a say!), and that the meeting then be adjourned immediately.
One of the uglies even had to take her teeth out so she could scream at me better.
I was jostling my way to the exit when I woke up.
Non mea culpa, non mea culpa...