I should not be awake right now.
An hour ago I was not awake, or at the very least I was dwelling between the realms of waking and sleeping, and it was lovely. But then I remembered that I needed to write for the day, and that I should probably also blog since it's been a few days, so here I am.
I was exhausted all day even though I got a solid 7 hours of sleep last night. I attribute this problem to two factors:
1. I still haven’t caught up on the sleep I lost Sunday through Wednesday, as usual.
2. I work way too hard in my dreams.
Seriously, is it possible that active and convoluted dreams make you awake less rested?
In last night’s dream, I corrected a friend’s personal statement in the middle of a shopping mall. (This is something that I actually need to do in real life, but my friend insists that he never got the edits that I made during my dream. Weird.) Then the space inexplicably turned into my messy house, which was apparently cluttered on purpose so that we could play a very complicated war game. After an intense few rounds, I found myself in the first day of an English class, which then became a psychology class. Usually in my dreams I get lost on the way to class and am horribly late, so it was a welcome change to actually make it to the room. Unfortunately I had to suffer through a series of illogical icebreaker games, the last of which required me to carry a giant jar of fake gold coins between my legs. This competition led to a dog show that my uncle’s terrier won with flying colors. I think there was also some travel to foreign countries, but my memory is a bit hazy at this point.
Clearly my brain needs a break, and it is not getting it during these crazy and labor-intensive dreams. Someone should run a study on whether exhausting dreams lead to exhausted dreamers. And then they should teach me how to master lucid dreaming so that I can spend my dreams flying around. Or maybe just sleeping.