I’ve slept like a log the last 2 nights. A log with a hyperactive subconscious, but a log nonetheless.
The night before last; as I was deep in sleep, part of the ol’ gray matter was super busy trying to make sure I remembered to cancel my flight to LA as soon as I woke up. I needed to cancel it because the trip was no longer needed and I didn’t want to lose money. Every neuron that fired made sure I remembered to get this done. “Don’t forget! Do it first thing so you don’t have to worry about it all day. Get it done!”Cool, except for….I don’t have a flight to LA that I need to cancel. It was an annoying waste of sleep energy. I was relieved that I didn’t have to risk losing money, and amused to see that I’m so cheap in my dreams too.
As a result of so much “dreaming” I thought last night that the brain would take a break during sleepy-time. It did not.
Last night I dreamt that I went to the home of a co-worker’s parents. In my dream, I’d been to this home before, but I wanted to go back to get a closer look at (wait for it) the home made sasquatch sculpture in the den (?). As everybody knows (eyeroll) the den of this house is on the bottom of the split level design. I’d been so impressed with this art when I’d seen it before. I went in for a closer look. It was primarily made of spray foam (I blame this on a reel sent to me with cool Halloween art). As I was nose deep in the art, the homeowner decided to investigate happenings in her home. It was at that point that I realized I was breaking and entering a home. You know, risking life and embarrassment for a closer look at Squatch. I called out “Sorry! I shouldn’t have let myself in.” After tense moments, I added “thank you for not shooting me.”
She continued to show me around the house. Notable features where the galley kitchen, the workshop, and the other project, a C-3PO statute. She told me something that every Star Wars fan would know, that the droid’s legs aren’t supposed to be the same color. Duh.
As we toured, I thought how embarrassing it will be to have to explain at work that I broke in to the home of coworker’s family. A very real sense of mortification consumed me.
Dreams that seem real are sneaky. They add elements that are on brand with things you do in awake time. As I was leaving the home, I stood and watched a yellow lab swim in an irrigation ditch. I was impressed that he would swim underwater for a spell. Since that’s 100% something I would do when I was awake, I knew this had to be a real experience and not a dream.
More dread, followed by really poor coping skills. Can I lie about breaking in to the house? Would the homeowner tell on me? Would she know who I was to tell on me? Can I put a positive spin on why I was breaking in to a house? I’m not sure if it was slow-moving integrity, or the realization that none of my immature cover-up efforts would work; but I decided I would just have to own up to it. Work is going to suck as I admit to this.
The relief I felt when my alarm started to chirp was immeasurable. I hadn’t committed a felony. I didn’t have to worry about saving face at work (at least for this).
I enjoy sleeping. A lot. I guess my subconscious also enjoys overthinking just as much as my awake brain does. Today I’ll try to overthink every darn thing in hopes that the noggin will just be too tired tonight to try to fire up. But if it does decide to be busy, hopefully I’ll do something cooler.
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