Dreams can be cruel things. You finally get some much-needed, hard-core, 10-hours-running sleep — and you have dreams that are so vivid that when you slowly awake and swim your way out of them, you’re confused for several minutes because you could swear they’re real. And that makes you happy. Then you realize it was all just a dream and it’s not real after all, and a heavy wave of disappointment washes over you. You try to go back to sleep to recapture the dream, but it never works.
(With nightmares, of course, the opposite is true. You wake up scared and then you’re so relieved when you realize none of it was real. But the former kind is what happened to me this morning.)
Then you lie there for a while wondering if your dreams are trying to tell you something — if they contain a message or a truth that you’ve been unable to see in your waking life. Or if they’re just a manifestation of all your wishful thinking. Do you act on them? Go out on a limb? No, you’re too much of a wuss and you always have to save face. So you don’t do anything, other than go about the day with a little pang of pain inside you.
And when I say “you,” I mean “me.”
Sorry for the overly-poetical nature of this entry. Bleh. I tried not to make it so disgusting.
More book reviews coming, don’t worry. There are many more chapters to be analyzed!
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5 Responses to "Dreams"
we should get to vote because we pay the same prices as adults and we can produce offspring the same way.
Huh?
Whoever wrote that, you have to stop because it just made me laugh (especially with M@ber’s response). And you have to understand that write now it hurts to laugh because of my chest infection.
You know. As opposed to producing offspring a different way.
Well Niki, parthenogenesis is always a possibility. We are living in a brave new world, after all.
(Hope you feel better! Take pictures of snowy DC!)
Comedy gold.