We have another "write a post in x lines" prompt this week, with x=14, so I think I’ll do it again.
It’s nice writing blog entries late in the evening, or early in the morning as it’s about to be, because it’s quiet in the house, except for my fingerfalls and the music I’m playing in my headphones.
I’m physically here, in fromt of the computer, typing with one hand as always, but my mind is far away, in a place of its own.
The nice thing about being retired is that I can fall asleep at times other than bedtime, and sometimes I’ll doze off in the afternoon and have a crazy dream.
I won’t be out for a long time; I know that because I check the clock frequently, and I’ll remember what time it was before I fell asleep and compare it to the time I wake up.
It’s never more than ten or fifteen minutes, and it comes with some pretty interesting dreams that seem to be much longer than the actual time.
Mine are usually set in an office, a hotel room, or a convenience store where I’ve gone to buy Dr Pepper and cigarettes, but occasionally they’ll be set on a rapid transit train like the Chicago "L," or I’ll be running around looking for a restroom.
I’ll have conversations with people who I generally can’t see, but I’ll know they’re there, because I can feel their presence.
Sometimes I’ll have a thought and try to remind myself to do something when I wake up, but then I can’t remember what it was that I was going to do, and it’s kind of frustrating.
I read a theory recently that suggested that dreams are really a look into a different dimension or a parallel universe; if that’s the case, I lead a real fascinating life in those places.
I read today that the Japanese have developed an MRI that allows you to see what went on in your dreams later, like you set the VCR on your life and you’re playing it back.
I’d like to get my hands on that technology, just to see the dreams that I can’t remember having.
I wonder if the brain is like a cineplex, where different things are showing on different screens; that would really be cool.
Oh well, goodnight, sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite…