I have been sleeping lately, which is a good thing. The amazing thing about it is that I have been dreaming again, or at least being conscious of dreaming again, which I'm not exactly sure how that works having to be unconscious to do it in the first place. Anyway, I have been a capital A#1 bizarre dreamer in the past, but these dreams have been very realistic. For instance, if I fall asleep on the couch, I'll dream that I'm sleeping on the couch and getting awakened by my children, but when I awake of course my children are sound asleep in their beds where they belong. Extraordinarily mundane. I hope to be getting back to dreaming of dwarves with interchangeable canoe feet and clinically depressed saber-toothed vampires with hilarious overbite accents again soon. Those were dreams worth dreaming. And the flying. Oh.... I miss the flying dreams. It felt so wonderful to fly, even if it wasn't real. Tripping at the top of a long set of stairs, having a moment of panic only to realize that I ought to have been bouncing off cement by now but was not and then the feeling of weightlessness sinking in (well, I suppose that's a misnomer). Those were wonderful dreams. But dreaming of sleeping. Seriously. How boring could my subconscious mind be? It's practically an insult. Been going on as a recurring theme for a while now. I must get back to weirdness and defiance of physics as quickly as possible.
- Zurf
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