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I didn't want to get out of bed this morning. These days, I usually pull myself up at around eight, but I remained down for the count until 8:30. I didn't stay up later last night either. I went to bed at around midnight, which has been pretty standard for much of this summer, I think. I'm not really complaining. It actually feels luxurious. And it's not like I have to show up for work, and I certainly don't have a date for brunch or anything. But I don't want to push it either. If nothing else, I don't want to throw off my meal schedules too far out of whack. I still like some regularity in my days.
I have a snippet of a dream. I'm in a library again. Probably college. I am looking for a seat at a table, and it is practically comical how I cannot find one. Every time I think I have found one, it suddenly fails. For instance, the chair might disappear, or become a joke of a chair, like a little kiddie chair. Oddly, it is very similar to my old bathroom dreams, in which, despite my intense need, I cannot find, so to speak, a pot to piss in (a dream which I have not had in years, interestingly enough). I find it a little fascinating to wonder what this might mean, as it does seem to mean something. I don't think it's that I want to go back to school. I believe I am way passed that now. I am no longer a twenty-something or an early-thirties-something. You couldn't pay me to return to college now, as a farty old man. That would be a joke too cruel.
On a side note, I am a little worried that all my dreams will be limited to little snippets like this from now on. It is all that I have been able to pull away with from my sleep lately. I am afraid that age has eroded my mental faculties to the point where I can no longer retain the longer, more elaborate dreams that I used to be able to write about.
I have a snippet of a dream. I'm in a library again. Probably college. I am looking for a seat at a table, and it is practically comical how I cannot find one. Every time I think I have found one, it suddenly fails. For instance, the chair might disappear, or become a joke of a chair, like a little kiddie chair. Oddly, it is very similar to my old bathroom dreams, in which, despite my intense need, I cannot find, so to speak, a pot to piss in (a dream which I have not had in years, interestingly enough). I find it a little fascinating to wonder what this might mean, as it does seem to mean something. I don't think it's that I want to go back to school. I believe I am way passed that now. I am no longer a twenty-something or an early-thirties-something. You couldn't pay me to return to college now, as a farty old man. That would be a joke too cruel.
On a side note, I am a little worried that all my dreams will be limited to little snippets like this from now on. It is all that I have been able to pull away with from my sleep lately. I am afraid that age has eroded my mental faculties to the point where I can no longer retain the longer, more elaborate dreams that I used to be able to write about.
