sleeping without a dream

You know I dreamed about you
For 29 years, before I saw you.

- ‘Slow Show’ by the National

I once told R that one of the things I look forward to in sleeping is having the off chance that I remember my dreams. These dreams range from the lighthearted and funny, such as participating in a game show hosted by Kris Aquino, to the wild and convuluted, such as the one where I murdered a random stranger.

I recounted that while I may be in for a surprise, not knowing what to expect as I lay helpless during that unconscious state, they do serve a purpose. And that is, to keep me entertained during those moments of slumber. More than watching television, it’s almost synonymous to virtual reality. Being taken to a place where it all seems real gives me an added perception during my sentient times.

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These days, while I don’t have any inkling of what I think about when I’m fast asleep, it seems as if that my preggy sis-in-law is doing the dreaming for me.

In a way, it’s kinda eerie when she gave an account of her latest episode. I just felt that the protagonist told her in her dream state what she would’ve wanted to, but was afraid to tell me in real life. Maybe, it was a case of thought transference through some omnibullshit means.

Just something crazy I’ve thought of the past day.