I’ve been having some wild dreams. Some are self-explanatory, while others are just too bizarre and abstract to make sense of. Dreaming is exhausting. It’s almost as exhausting as not sleeping at all. The only way to guarantee a dreamless sleep is to down a few ounces of Brandy, but I shouldn’t do that very often.
Everyone dreams, but most people don’t remember them unless they happened to be awakened during the dream. I retain everything for hours after waking, and can remember it all in vivid detail. Then as time passes, it fades from memory and the only thing I can recall is that I had a really fucked up dream that didn’t make any sense.
I was shot through a teleporter and ended up in an underwater colony. I was able to breathe the water with great effort, and though it was pitch black, I could see. Enter the giant sea beast with 100 tentacles and large yellow eyes chasing me through the compound. Bounding through water, closing hatches trying to escape. The monster went limp from exhaustion and started to ascend. I grabbed a tentacle and floated to the surface, where I was met by the sun. I fell asleep in the sunlight while floating on the back of the putrid sea beast. I ended up with one nasty sunburn.
Was all of that because I have a bottle of aloe on my nightstand? I’m starting to get annoyed. The more I dream, the less rested I am when I actually do sleep. REM sleep is important, but even though you’re paralyzed during this stage, it’s the closest to actual wakefulness in terms of brainwave activity. It’s called paradoxical sleep. Beta waves are associated with deep, restorative sleep. When I had my sleep study, it was clear that my sleep cycle is completely fucked. The doctor told me it was likely a result of pain (he also runs a pain management clinic, so who knows if he was trying to scrounge up more business). Vivid dreams are linked to depression, anxiety, and yes, even pain, so I’ve got three things working against me.
If I’m going to be completely knackered any way you slice it, I may as well have some fun with it. I’ve decided to start a dream journal to document my otherworldly sleep travels, and if I get really ambitious, I may try to decode what is going on in my subconsciousness. Although, I’m not sure I want to know. My brain is a terrifying place.