Or the same old story once more, with feeling.
I woke up with a better mood. I went to sleep with a slightly bad mood. Perhaps not so much bad as bored.
When I wrote yesterday I had no ideas left. Could not find anything new to write. Then as I was drifting off to sleep I didn’t only indulge in the usual late night, half-asleep sexual fantasies but also suddenly had some new ideas about things to write on here.
My dreams. No, not my daydreams. I have already written about those for too long. I mean my nightly dreams, but not my nightmares. Those are not so many and usually not much to write about as they mostly involve me dying in one way or another.
The other dreams are the ones I’m talking about.
The dreams that are forgotten almost at the same moment I wake up – unless they are really weird. In that case I remember them a bit longer while I try to make some woke up sense of them. Without any luck though.
Dreams should not make sense, at least not too much sense. If they do, what would be the point of having them? In my dreams I do, see, hear and say a lot I would never experience when I’m awake. That’s the point. For me.
I know there are scientific explanations of dreams, what they are and why we dream but that does not interest me. At least not enough to write blogs about. I will not make any analysis of my dreams, I will try to describe them only. If this will be interesting remains to be seen but it is one of the ideas I have about what to write.
What other ideas I have, I will return to later.