I've been exceedingly tired today and I'm not really sure why. Possibly it's because I went to bed pretty late last night, and possibly it's because I might be coming down with whatever it is my wife has right now (it's not COVID, we checked) but, regardless, I felt the need to spend my lunch break today just having a nap.
A daytime nap can be thoroughly pleasant. I've mentioned here on this blog numerous times that I tend to have my most vivid dreams after I've woken up for the first time each day and then fallen asleep again, and this remains true for daytime naps, too; they tend to involve vivid, interesting dreams that, more often than not, I find myself wanting to "finish" before I wake up.
This is silly, of course, because you can't "finish" a dream, and the relatively nonsensical nature of your average dream means that even if you could, there's no guarantee you could find whatever the trigger for the "end point" is.
For example, this morning when I was snoozing my alarm and not wanting to get up, I had a dream that I was at a station and needed to catch a train. I was supposed to meet some people and get on the train with them, but by the time I reached the platform the train was on, I could see said people waving to me from the train, which was just pulling out of the station.
Strangely, the last carriage of the train remained where it was, and became a bus going somewhere completely different as soon as I got on. I knew that the place the bus was going was a fair distance from the train's eventual destination, but I figured I would just get off at the next stop and figure things out from there. The next stop was a large and lively city — I didn't recognise it specifically, but it was relatively pleasant — so, as planned, I got off and attempted to decide what to do next, eventually settling on hiring a car to drive to the train's eventual destination, dropping it off at a branch of the car hire place that would inevitably be there.
I woke up around that point, realising I'd overslept somewhat, and thus I will never know if I 1) successfully hired a car, 2) if it was possible to drop said car back at a different branch of the agency to the one I hired it from, and 3) if I ever made it to wherever the train was going. And there are, of course, plenty of unanswered questions posed by the things I did experience, because dreams make no sense.
I mean, sure, you can interpret them in various ways — perhaps this dream is a manifestation of subconscious worries about being "left behind" in some way or another — but ultimately, a dream is always something your subconscious decided to conjure up for reasons that we still don't entirely understand, despite there being numerous theories about it.
I wonder what would happen if you did ever manage to "finish" a dream, whatever that means. What are the odds on it causing immediate and complete brain death? With everything we've had to put up with in the world up until this point, it wouldn't surprise me one bit. And it might even be a nice escape; the universe saying that you've survived enough, so now it's time to be set free.
Cheery thought, huh? Sweet dreams!
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