Hey all,
Tonight's song of choice is "Only in Dreams", by Weezer. For tonight's subject, this song seemed appropriate.
It should also be noted I'm a little drunk right now, so if I have spelling issues or word malfunctions down the road, blame it on that.
Anyway, after spending the entirety of Sunday night/Monday morning awake thanks to a good case of insomnia, I was able to meet a new friend here on SG. Normally I wouldn't make notice about this, but this friend of mine, Roxiebee, made mention that she was awake because of a nightmare. In response, I made comment that in recent years, I was unable to remember my dreams or nightmares. Then, lo and behold, last night I had a dream that, for the life of me, I cannot remember.
Has this ever happened to you, dear reader? You know you had a dream, you know it was a vivid one, and yes, you can even remember one or two snippets from it. But, for the large part of it, you cannot for the life of you remember what happened in the dream. Or, worse yet, you wake up in a pool of your own sweat, gasping for breath, looking around the room for some unknown threat. And then, once your heart rate begins to slow down and return to normal, you have no idea why you were in such a panic in the first place. Has this ever happened to you, dear reader?
For me, this is a fairly usual and average occurrence. So much so that, when Roxie told me that she was being haunted by a nightmare, I was surprised at first glance because I had forgotten what that was like. Now whenever I have a nightmare, or what I can only suppose is a nightmare, I'm usually passed out again ten minutes later. I had forgotten both the pleasures and horrors in remembering what our subconscious is capable of during our more dead moments. Has this ever happened to you, dear reader?
In my mind, this raises a fairly large question: Are we as a people better off in remembering what happens when we switch ourselves off, or is there a solace for waking up ignorant and none the wiser? This question I pose to you. I would continue, but I feel the alcohol beignning to take more effect, so I will cease my pondering here.
You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, 'Why not?'
-George Bernard Shaw
Good night everyone, and may I hopefully wake up with a story to tell that my conscious is not ready to tell me.
Tonight's song of choice is "Only in Dreams", by Weezer. For tonight's subject, this song seemed appropriate.
It should also be noted I'm a little drunk right now, so if I have spelling issues or word malfunctions down the road, blame it on that.
Anyway, after spending the entirety of Sunday night/Monday morning awake thanks to a good case of insomnia, I was able to meet a new friend here on SG. Normally I wouldn't make notice about this, but this friend of mine, Roxiebee, made mention that she was awake because of a nightmare. In response, I made comment that in recent years, I was unable to remember my dreams or nightmares. Then, lo and behold, last night I had a dream that, for the life of me, I cannot remember.
Has this ever happened to you, dear reader? You know you had a dream, you know it was a vivid one, and yes, you can even remember one or two snippets from it. But, for the large part of it, you cannot for the life of you remember what happened in the dream. Or, worse yet, you wake up in a pool of your own sweat, gasping for breath, looking around the room for some unknown threat. And then, once your heart rate begins to slow down and return to normal, you have no idea why you were in such a panic in the first place. Has this ever happened to you, dear reader?
For me, this is a fairly usual and average occurrence. So much so that, when Roxie told me that she was being haunted by a nightmare, I was surprised at first glance because I had forgotten what that was like. Now whenever I have a nightmare, or what I can only suppose is a nightmare, I'm usually passed out again ten minutes later. I had forgotten both the pleasures and horrors in remembering what our subconscious is capable of during our more dead moments. Has this ever happened to you, dear reader?
In my mind, this raises a fairly large question: Are we as a people better off in remembering what happens when we switch ourselves off, or is there a solace for waking up ignorant and none the wiser? This question I pose to you. I would continue, but I feel the alcohol beignning to take more effect, so I will cease my pondering here.
You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, 'Why not?'
-George Bernard Shaw
Good night everyone, and may I hopefully wake up with a story to tell that my conscious is not ready to tell me.
BTW- great quote- as usual.