Skip navigation

Sometimes I have dreams that mimic real life.  So much so that I have difficulty telling if what I had experienced was something real or just a dream.  It’s kind of disconcerting, since normally I have a pretty good grasp on reality.  I know it may not seem like it.  I may choose to ignore reality, but I know what it is and where it is.  The dream most like this occurred in high school.  To this day I don’t know if I placed an order for some AP books at the (now closed) bookstore or if I just dreamed it.  I never went back to check.  I mean, how would I explain it if it were just a dream?

Me: Hi, I’m here to pick up these books that I ordered a week ago.
Bookstore employee (BE): [looks confused] We…haven’t had anyone place an order for books for months.  Are you sure you ordered them?
Me: Oh…uh…I…must…have…placedtheorderatanotherbookstorethatismuchfartherawayandobviouslynotwithyousorrytotroubleyougoodbye! [runs away]

Most recently, I had a dream affect me in a different way.  I dreamt that I was pulling an all-nighter for some reason and when I woke up, I felt like I had pulled an all-nighter and was tired and cranky.  There were actually other parts to this dream that were really surreal and obviously a dream to me even in my dream state.  So really, this dream was nothing like what I was describing earlier.  But it affected me in real life even though it didn’t really happen, so that part is kind of the same.

So now I will transition to talking about lucid dreaming even though I was not talking about it at all before and if this were an academic essay of any sort, I would obviously fail because here I am talking about lucid dreaming when the opening paragraph was leading you to think that I would be talking about super realistic and mundane dreams that trick you into thinking they’re real.  And actually, I’ve now changed my mind and I don’t feel like talking about lucid dreaming in detail.  I’ll just say that I can kind of do it.  Sometimes in the middle of a dream, I will realize that I am dreaming, but still not really be able to control it.  I kind of exit the dream as a player and it becomes more like a movie and it also tends to start becoming really ridiculous for no good reason.  And sometimes I can exert marginal control over a dream.

The end.

If you couldn’t tell, I wrote this after a night of unrestful sleep because I dreamt that I had pulled an all-nighter and then felt like I really had after I woke up.  Of course, I might be kind of tired and not coherent because I had a night of unrestful sleep because a muscle in my left shoulder started spasming and didn’t really let me sink into useful sleep because it insisted on getting some attention.  Or it wanted someone else beside it to feel miserable later.

I pummeled the muscle into submission later.  It’s really sore but otherwise not making a huge fuss like it was during the night.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: