Weird Dreams Are Weird Sometimes


I had one of those dreams last night where, at some point during the rise back to consciousness, you say, oh right, that’s not real.

It wasn’t anything particularly spectacular, though it was a little on the strange side. I belonged to a gym, or had joined a gym, it wasn’t clear which, and there was a big, complicated game going on throughout the facility. In the dream, I understood it, I think I even knew where we were in it, but now, as an awake person, it’s just a jumble of confusion.

And oddness.

I didn’t know any of the people in my dream in real life, though I thought I did in the dream, but my dreams are often like that, packed with people I’ve made up completely. Though who am I fooling? My real life is like that, with my head packed with people I’ve made up completely and are clamoring to be written down.

Maybe it’s my characters’ way of getting to the forefront? Show up in a dream, and maybe you’ll show up on a page? Who knows.

But it’s interesting, that divide between the dream world and the real one, and how, for a few minutes at least, it’s tough to tell one from the other.

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