#oneaday Day 904: Dreaming

Did not sleep at all well last night. Woke up roughly every two hours having had peculiarly vivid dreams — and it was one of those situations where the dreams seemed to pick up where they left off when I fell asleep again. So on the one hand it was sort of interesting and enjoyable in a strange kind of way, but on the other, I really didn't sleep well at all and as such failed to get up early and go to the gym like I intended. Try again tomorrow — I would have gone this evening, but that tiredness is really catching up with me now so I figure it's probably best to get an early night and attempt to "recalibrate" somewhat.

Dreams are funny things. I feel like as I've got older they've gotten more vivid. I remember as a kid and a teenager being fascinated by the subject and doing my best to "force" myself to dream about something by thinking about it really hard before going to sleep — and inevitably failing, of course. I don't remember dreaming a lot when I was young, but as I got older, I definitely started experiencing it more.

Some I remember for a long time after the fact; others I forget almost immediately. I've forgotten most of the details about last night's, but I vividly remember the recurring dreams I have about it being the day I have to move house and I haven't packed anything except a couple of boxes of knick-knacks; bookshelves and the like are all still absolutely full of "stuff".

I think probably the strangest one I've had on more than one occasion is where I was on the London Underground and all set to have sex with someone, but I was unable to go through with the act because I didn't have the sheet music for it. Evidently some residual performance anxiety going on there… in more ways than one.

Some of these dreams have recurred so often I find myself wondering if they're actually memories. I often recall being back at school and deliberately avoiding my music teachers when they were expecting me to attend things like the school orchestra and suchlike. I know that didn't happen, because I was a committed member of the school music department until I left, but these dreams have happened so often they almost feel like false memories. Perhaps I should remember to practice the piano more often to fend those specific ones off.

Anyway. Dreams are interesting. One day I'll finish the piece of creative writing I've had stuck in my head since the age of about 15 about a girl with the power to enter the world of dreams. That is, if I can ever find time amid all the other things I want to do! Never enough hours in the day… and apparently never enough years in your life, either.