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It’s 2.45 In The Morning
My mind is in zombie land.
I went to bed at 11:15 PM last night (yes. I know the PM is redundant) and as usual, I couldn’t drop off to sleep. When I finally nodded off, I had a dream that is kind of standard in my dream library. I had parked my car on a street somewhere. When I went to retrieve it, I could not find the street and couldn’t find the car. I traipsed all over the place and no luck. I expect that means something. Made myself a note to Google that.
A couple of years ago, I kept a dream diary going for six months. I recommend this for anyone interested in examining their dreams. It makes fascinating reading down the road in a self-absorbing kind of way. It took a while to train myself to write down those dreams that I actually remembered and I found it interesting how quickly some dreams fade after waking, though, this does not happen all the time.
Sometimes I find a dream will linger for days, but eventually, it disappears into the ether. It seems science is still not 100% sure of the reason for dreams. The most commonly held view is dreams are a kind of clearinghouse for the brain; a kind of purging of all the cookies that have accumulated over the day and the resetting of the brain for the next battle with bosses or clients or family members or just plain old life in general.
