I’ve been having some weird dreams lately. Tuesday morning I was dreaming that I had gotten up and gone to work, only to find the office closed. Then I remembered that is was bank holiday, and felt that mixture of relief that I’d got the day off work and embarrasment that I’d forgotten and driven 40 kilometres to find out. I dreamt I had gone home and back to bed, at which point I started regaining consciousness.
Thing is, I sometimes have difficulty deciding what is imagined and what is real. Especially when I’ve just woken up. So I had to convince myself that I had just had a dream, that it was not a bank holiday, and that I had to get up and go to work. What finally convinced me was that in my dream it was Monday, and I felt sure it was actually at least Tuesday.
My brain really likes to sleep. This is just one of the tactics it has used to try to get me to sleep more instead of going to my job so I can buy food and beer for it. Other tactics include incorporating the sound of my alarm clock into dreams, or making up elabourate reasons for ignoring the alarm.
My brain is crafty, but it hasn’t been able to outwit me yet. I say yet, because one of these days it may well get the best of me. I must remain vigilant.