Heavy Meta

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I'm more of a thinker than a dreamer. I can get quite lost in my own thoughts when I'm awake, but when I sleep I rarely have dreams, or at least I don't tend to remember them. But that all changes when I get sick like I've been recently. Something about battling off a cold puts my brain into dream mode. It's fun to return to the wild world of dreams, but it can be pretty intense too. Yesterday while trying to nap, I had a dream that one of my legs had become a snake from the hip down. I wasn't particularly alarmed about the transfiguration, it didn't really bother me that my leg was a snake, and I've raised enough snakes not to be freaked out by their presence. What bugged me was that the other leg now had to deal with the feeling of a snake slithering up against it while I lay in bed. Dreams are weird.

I had another dream that was a bit more cerebral and a lot more stressful. A false awakening is when you dream about waking up. I had a dream like that, but when I "woke up" in the dream, I had the feeling that I'd been through dozens of false awakenings already. As far as I can tell, this wasn't actually the case, it was just the context of the strange dream I was having. In this dream, I was disturbed by some of the things that had apparently occurred in the previous false awakenings (the ones that didn't really happen), and I set out to prove that I was finally awake. But I wasn't, I was absolutely still dreaming. So I'd create tests inside my dream designed to let me know I wasn't dreaming, and they kept failing. I'd set my phone down, spin in a circle, and by the time I'd finished turning, my phone would be back in my pocket, where it always is when I dream. Instead of recognizing this as a clear sign that I was dreaming, I kept rationalizing what I saw so I could cling to the hope that I was finally awake. "Well, maybe phones just do that sometimes." I'd think, without any sarcasm, before coming up with another test. I don't really remember how the dream finally resolved, probably a soft fade away like most of them, but when I finally did wake up for real, it took quite a bit of mental coaching before I was willing to accept that I'd returned to the real world. Like I said, dreams are weird.

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