My brain has finally figured out that the only way to convince me of its worth is to do amazing things that i have no control over. Last night it chose a dream. Not just any dream, but an epically long dream that wove together things that are present in all of my dreams into one neverending story that is still playing out somewhere in the back of my head right now. It was a dream that moved forward without pause… swapping genders of characters so they could have the same history but play a new part, inserting concise flashbacks to explain things that didn’t make sense the first time through, and augmenting anything that seemed like nonsense with tidbits of my actual life as supporting evidence. I could never explain the entire thing to you because it barely makes enough sense to me to appreciate it, but i definitely appreciate what i’m packing in-between my ears a lot more right now than i did 24hours ago.
And, on that note, i’m cutting all of my classes today.
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I woke up in the middle of the night last night for absolutely no reason, and so i logged on and caught up on some blog reading and chatting with various PuppetMaster players and then went back to sleep. In said sleep i had some very odd dreams, including one where i was walking around a series of tunnels that all lead to different restaurants while holding hands with a girl. While i was dreaming i didn’t really realize who she was, but in that slippery way that dreams can be i somehow knew as soon as i woke up. Five minutes later i checked my email and found out that she’s back. I’m only ever psychic about these little things, but sometimes it’s a real thrill.
I used to have psychic dreams pretty regularly, but eventually my ability to fly replaced the premonitions. They were small and unimportant visions anyway, and they always came to me in an obscure enough fashion that i was never really sure of what i knew until i saw it happening in real life. But, i can’t fly rather than walking to work, so ultimately knowing just what flying feels like is a curse more than a blessing.
And knowing that Jessica’s hair would be blue ahead of when she told me she thought non-platonic meant what platonic means was actually rather amusing, in a way that distracted me from the biting pain of another romantic blunder.
Isn’t it funny what dreams can reveal to you? As much as they’re random and they shift scene and story wildly from one moment to the next, sometimes you find out things about yourself you were never really sure of. Because, you can repress something you’re feeling all of the day, but that whole time it’s living in your unconscious and awaiting its escape at night. I suppose that’s how i sometimes get work done in my sleep; if i’ve been worrying enough about writing a paper during the day at some point in my dreams i start writing an outline. But, i wasn’t really talking about academia.
I didn’t have the slightest hint of a crush on Laurel until i dreamt about her. One night she was at the center of my dream, smiling and perfect, and in the dream i wanted nothing more than for her to like me … and when i woke up the next morning i started to feel the same way. Did the dream decide on my crush for me, or did i already know how i felt and the dream just opened it up? We all know about the historic proportions the crush took on after it conception, so obviously my dream was right on some level… but which?
I had some revealing dreams last night that told me just where my priorities lie, and i think i was a bit surprised by them. Plot motivation, or reflection of the inner soul? Hard to decide when you don’t even know what’s going on when you’re awake. And god knows i never do…
I have this magical ability to sleep. Not like Matt’s … Matt can magically sleep at any time for hours at a time. That’s just called slothfullness. What i can do is go to sleep around 6pm and then stay totally asleep until past sun-up the next morning, having all sorts of freaky dreams along the way. Typically i only do that when i’m a little under the weather, but i’ve done it twice now in the past week, so i think it now qualifies as a magical ability. Of course, now i’m awake, and i’ve got four hours to clean before we have our first intentional gathering in the apartment. What fun…