Just a dream

Sleeping is weird, if you ever stop and think about it. We go to a dark room and shut down our consciousness for a bit. While sleeping in and of itself is a strange thing to do, dreaming makes it even weirder.

I was someone else. I was so sure I was someone else. That’s all I had in my head as I drew a dividing line between reality and fiction. What was it again? Who was I? Just a moment ago, I’d been talking with someone I hadn’t seen in half a decade? Or…something. I lay there just trying to remember what it was that had felt so real.

I couldn’t quite pin down what the dream was. It was something like... I’d made some different choices and I’d ended up being someone who wasn’t me. That was a weird feeling. I had a mini existential panic about whether I’d rather be real me, or the dream me. Have I made the right choices? I also felt a pang of regret that this was how I had to wake up in the morning. I imagined how nice it would be to be the people who jump out of bed, go for a jog, and never think about this.

Why do we dream? It doesn’t seem to serve any point. Where do they come from? Somewhere deep in our subconscious mind? If that’s true there are some wacky things in my brain, but they would be good inspiration if I ever wanted to write a science-fiction novel I suppose.

I remembered a location from the dream, a barren plain. Except instead of sand or dirt it was composed of sheets of glass. There was a sound which seemed like it was coming from the plain, because all the sheets shuddered with it. The sound was a mix between radio static, wailing, and the wind. Listening to it long enough you started to hear voices in it, or maybe just one voice. I remember that I started feeling like I was either losing my mind or reaching enlightenment.

The internet thinks that this strange noise means I’m going to get some bad news, nothing really happened in the weeks after so it doesn’t seem to mean that (if it means anything at all). Maybe it’s just my mind reconciling the fact that there are unknown things out there I don’t understand that are both frightening and fantastical.