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I was told once that sleep drops the defenses a conscious mind has against bad thoughts, mundane or otherwise. Hence nightmares about confusingly stupid things, hence these nightmares recurring, and finally hence why truckers seem to continually dream about falling asleep at the wheel and veering off the road.
I’m sick. Sleep, once it comes, is very deep and brings with it the weirdest of dreams, often when not even sleeping. Random snippets of children’s books I haven’t read in years float to the surface of my brain out of nowhere, sometimes read in my mother’s voice. Old acquaintances come from nowhere to ask questions. Scenes play out and stop, freeze frame, unfolded partway before my conscious mind compares them against reality and says “Wait no - this is the couch at home, not at your college radio station. Also that DJ you’ve been talking to is a cat.”
The dreams lack context or place and are practically a spewing of memories crammed together, like 10 different jigsaw puzzles that were each begun before being all shoehorned together. Pockets of clarity and swaths of noise.
The first night I remember a tug of war between my conscious and unconscious brain as to the status of reality. One side was making a big deal about mom’s presence in a dream and the other not, and I recall clearly thinking “what? it’s not like Mom is gone or anything” before the other side violently yanked me back to reality and glum remembrance of her passing nearly 10 years ago. This was better than the flu last year wherein bridging this gap felt like re-breaking a limb.
I recently went to a meeting at work regarding our retirement benefits during which I learned a great many acronyms and tips on guessing my life expectancy. Will science extend average lifespan to even greater heights or will antibiotic resistant superbugs smash it back down? Will I just get hit by a bus tomorrow? Or will dementia eventually make every living day equivalent to the sickness I now feel? If so, how much do I need to save for when I’ve forgotten what money even is? Questions questions, for now ignore them and try to sleep.
UHF - possibly the best movie ever.