electric dreams
16/04/2009
I haven’t thought too much about dreams, I hardly remember my own, but I guess I wouldn’t be much of a Sandman fan if I didn’t at least try to explore them a little.
So this morning when I woke up I tried to remember what was playing in my head before consciousness took over. It was Star Trek: TNG. I saw Data and Geordi. They were on the Bridge. I think I’m watching DVDs in my dreams, or re-playing stuff I’ve been watching because it was what I was watching before I went to sleep.
After I got up, made KF his breakfast and packed his lunch, I went back to catch a little more shut-eye – because I can – and hopefully get another shot at finding out what my mind makes up while I’m in REM. This time it was more mundane, I can’t remember images, but I do remember thinking about chores and stuff that needed to be done, what I wanted to have for dinner, and in the background, Frank Sinatra singing Chicago.
Very weird. But at least I know where that song that’s stuck in my head when I wake up comes from.
