A Midwinter Night's Dream

Wed, Jan 21 2009.
[21:01]

Firstly, I don't even know what language I should write this in. Secondly, I found out that I for one don't have the slightest idea about dreams and reveries. Nor do I know why the hell I am blogging this thing.

Anyway, it was a normal day at work, 6 classes in a row, no sweat. I met up with Moldo and went to buy something down at Real. We separated after having done the shopping and I came home, turned on the computer, had a few insignificant chat lines on YM. At about 5 o'clock I felt the need to get some shuteye. This of course turned to a quarte past 6. Then I somehow fell asleep. 'I'll wake up in about two hours and do what needs to be done, then I can still spend some time pondering about my open class tomorrow.'
And the funny thing is what I had least expected was a dream!
Picture the whole thing as something similar to a perfect dream or even THE perfect dream. All I ever wanted in life was there: friends, snow, harmony, dreams and even HER. That's what made all this so special.
I believe in dreams, but this seemed more like a doing of the great Oversoul which in its infinite power, decided to gift a human with a mere spark of blue dream powder, yet still enough dosage in order to overwhelm the dreamer with a certain sense of completion. How much of what I've been dreaming about made me determine it's THE perfect dream? Could there have been an even 'perfecter' dream? For the moment I don't care.

[20:35]: Dream-break
I just set the alarm at this exact time. I had no trouble at all getting up as I usually do. I quickly jumped off the bed, didn't give a damn about the cool air hovering in the room, reached under the bed for my slippers and like an arrow, I quickly got into my room, where I grew warmer. I was only trying to avoid what happened to poor St. Coleridge while he was trying to write Kubla Khan. Shook the mouse in order to make the monitor pop out of standby, opened a notepad and started writing everything down by sequence until about six or seven very consistent lines printed themselves on the monitor. All this was done very carefully, so no music or chatting while I tried to jot down a picture-perfect description of the dream. I saved about four copies of the document, yet I still feel like this is one of those dreams one isn't too likely to forget. Or at least willingly or very soon.

Yes I keep a dreamlog, some of us do. Dreams are those little things that can make our short, insignificant lives worthwhile.
In the last few days I haven't quite been sleeping regularly or efficiently for that matter. So to speak, four hours/a day seemed quite enough. Maybe the hours of gathered unsleep were the reason for my chance of having dreamt. Or was the listening of this song the trigger for my rocket into dreamworld?



What to do now? Should I text the people from my dream and tell them how glad I am that I am in their lives? That would sound kind of stupid in the world we live in nowadays... I'll find a way. I swear it. :)