Sunday, February 19, 2006

I'm Not Going To Tell You What I Actually Saw In My Dreams Because, Wow, Boring

Apparently I pulled an Art this morning. As in, my roommate tried waking me up, only to fail, and fail bitterly. As in, there was a moment when she considered checking my heartbeat to see if I were still alive. (What she would have done if she had discovered I had died sometime during the night, I have no idea. I never would have forgiven me if I'd had to deal with a cold, lifeless corpse in my room. And I probably would have kicked me in the head. And then stolen my soft soft scarf and kept it for myself. And that game of Risk that's been sitting on the shelf for years so SOMEONE could put it to use and learn to play. That's what I would have done if I'd have been her and discovered me dead one morning. But I don't know what she would do.) From her point of view, she kept shaking me and shaking me and calling my name until fifteen minutes in to the process when I responded with "Wow," and told her that I was awake.

I am such a liar, even when I'm asleep. Because I never woke up, I promise you that. I was probably in the middle of an extremely vivid, life-like dream. I had them all night long, I think, and they kept changing people and situations, playing out realistic scenarios that never were. Dreams like that mess with my head, because I spend hours or days afeterward trying to piece out what really happened or what didn't. I remember one time when I was in elementary or middle school, my friend Stephanie called me up and asked if I wanted to hang out. In the middle of our conversation, I told her that I thought our friend Alex's mother had died the other day, and I wasn't sure if I had just dreamed it, or if it had really happened. There was a pause in the conversation, and Stephanie sadly told me that yeah, Alex's mom had died, and that maybe we should go visit Alex and cheer her up. So we walked over to Alex's house, and it was all very awkward, because what do you say to someone whose mother has just died? And then Stephanie started laughing and told me I'd just dreamed everything, and I was kinda ticked that I had just been put through a lot of emotional strain for nothing.

The good thing about all of this, though, is that my body finally got a decent amount of sleep after days of almost none. And since this three-day weekend is technically our Spring Break, I'll be livin' it up tonight and tomorrow. Heck yes.

3 Comments:

Blogger Baltazar said...

Acording to dream "experts" we only remember the dreams we are having while we are waking up.

6:38 PM  
Blogger JENNIFER said...

I was afraid that you were dreaming . . . which is why I was hesitant to wake you up. And, in the same vein of thought, I wondered if you desperately needed to be awakened. I can never tell with you.

10:45 PM  
Blogger juxtaposer said...

Dream experts are full of trash. Know who's an expert on my dreams? Me.

6:48 PM  

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