Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been writing and posting at night time, but I find myself enjoying these late-night chats. So tonight, let’s keep it going once more—this time with dreams. I’ve always had pretty vivid dreams, at least when I can remember them. I don’t really get nightmares anymore, not that scare me awake, but that’s a story for another time. Over the years, I have noticed that when I take a nap, if it’s long enough to allow me to dream, the dreams get bizarre.
And I’ve had dreams during regular nighttime sleep that were bizarre, but these naptime dreams? I don’t know if it’s the length of time, but unlike having hours to spread out the weird images as I do during the night, my naptime dreams squeeze in as much as possible in as short of time as possible. The closest I can compare them to are fever dreams, and I don’t think I’ve ever had a fever dream when I’ve had a fever.
For example, every weekday morning, I wake up at 4 to be ready at 5 am for my English tutoring lessons. I want to thank Daylight Savings Hours for making that possible. Regardless, after class ends each day, I let myself go back to bed for a few hours to get a little extra sleep.
Recently, I’ve woken up from those post-class naps, not remembering any specific details about the dreams. Instead, I have thoughts like “man, I don’t want to go back there again” mixed with rollercoaster-type feelings where I know that whatever the dream was about it, it put me through the wringer.
I used to write down my dreams, and I even posted one or two on here. They’ve since been pulled down, but I’m tempted to restore them. It could be a good exercise for me, and also if I must experience the weirdness, you should experience it vicariously.
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