Monday, August 1, 2011
A Different Kind Of Dream...
I've had many different kinds of dreams over the years but none quite like the one I woke up from this morning.
Perhaps the closest thing to today's dream are those in which I had no idea where I was or what time of day it was and it took me a minute or so to successfully reorient myself.
Those rare dreams I've had in which I'm not sure if I'm alive or dead aren't quite as similar but perhaps generate the same sort of existential unease.
Those dreams in which I think I'm awake but can't keep my eyes open and keep wondering why things are no clearer than they are in a dream remain in a class all their own.
Anyway, in today's dream, I couldn't recall how old I was.
Somehow my sleeping mind came to the conclusion that I was older than 18... but not yet 21.
When I woke up shortly thereafter and realized I was more than 30 years off, I felt... surprised... disgusted... and robbed.
For a good part of the morning it was difficult to escape the feeling that I'd gone to bed nearing the prime of life, only to wake up long past it....
If I dare to fall asleep again tonight, will I wake up tomorrow another 30 years older?
Will the next entry to be posted here be written by an octogenarian?
But dare I take that chance?
*Wondering if I could hire someone to do all my sleeping for me*
Posted by DJ at 9:57 PM