Ohhh but sleep is so good, why must I ever deny myself its pleasures? Sometimes when woken abruptly, I will have some memory of a whole other category of dreams that I can’t usually remember or don’t normally experience. Not good dreams, but interesting and engaging while I’m in them. The intense sauce of turbosleep…
If I notice the sky, it has seven suns or the one sun is moving across it too fast. Architecture is cyclopean and laying at diagonals. The ground could be covered in tide pools. Cartoon characters walk among us unquestioned. One time Jack Ritter from Three’s Company dropped a bag and Minnie Mouse and a cartoon door with two feet spilled out. I might be Homer Simpson running from the Independence Day aliens in my tighty whities.
Monday night a human cat like Puss in Boots was being chased by competing bands of fantasy adventurers, running up and down buildings. One building had condensation like a cold cola and I wiped off the entire surface with a wave of my hand. I think this is the only state in which I have dreams in the genre of high fantasy.
When the alarm ripped me out of it, the glamer fell away. I had Everybody Dance by Chic stuck in my head badly before I fell asleep and it came right back, asserting the continuity of waking life as distinct from the world of imagination. I’m being driven to work as I compose this. Ugh.
Ooh-ooh clap your hands.
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