April 10, 2010
Dreaming
For the past couple months I've been having this reoccurring dream. I wake up in bed and groggily crawl out. There's no beautiful brunette who sneaks into my room and gets in to bed with me, no stepping off the bed into a bottomless pit, nor a monster chasing me.
I get ready for work. Shower, shave, brush my teeth and nothing eventful happens. I keep expecting something to happen. There's a slight sense of dread. But, it's all very routine. And, if it wasn't for the fact that it happens every time I dream, I would not remember it.
Arriving at work there are mixed feelings of urgency and being overwhelmed. I often wonder if the building is going to collapse on us all or a zombie apocalypse will being. They don't. Instead I type away frantically for what feels like hours. Typing the same things over and over. Numbers, letters, it's like a boring version of Tetris dreams.
And, after a whole lot of nothing happens, I wake up angry. I shout, "What does it all mean!?" But, soon the distractions of the day take me away from the dream and it's forgotten again.
I would tell you more of what I can remember, but the Curmudgeon is seeking me out tonight. I will play a game with him. I will pretend that I cannot escape his chase. I will let him get ever closer. So close that there is no way I can escape and then poof! I will disappear like a fiendish ghost. I shall reappear in the sky and soar through the clouds. Today will be a good day.
I get ready for work. Shower, shave, brush my teeth and nothing eventful happens. I keep expecting something to happen. There's a slight sense of dread. But, it's all very routine. And, if it wasn't for the fact that it happens every time I dream, I would not remember it.
Arriving at work there are mixed feelings of urgency and being overwhelmed. I often wonder if the building is going to collapse on us all or a zombie apocalypse will being. They don't. Instead I type away frantically for what feels like hours. Typing the same things over and over. Numbers, letters, it's like a boring version of Tetris dreams.
And, after a whole lot of nothing happens, I wake up angry. I shout, "What does it all mean!?" But, soon the distractions of the day take me away from the dream and it's forgotten again.
I would tell you more of what I can remember, but the Curmudgeon is seeking me out tonight. I will play a game with him. I will pretend that I cannot escape his chase. I will let him get ever closer. So close that there is no way I can escape and then poof! I will disappear like a fiendish ghost. I shall reappear in the sky and soar through the clouds. Today will be a good day.
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