I HAD A DREAM

The other day, I had a mid night dream, woke up and thought its theme would make a good blog post. I slept back afterwards. By the time I would wake up in the morning, I could only remember I had an interesting dream but completely forgot the content. That’s me.


I am told that some people have the gift to have dreams with real life significance; like if they dreamt someone died, something sinister will occur to the object of their dreams in the least. I find this very out of my reach. At times like this, I really wish my father also bought me a biblical coat of many colours; that I do not only identify the sun in my dream to be my “old man”, folks would really come around I would tell them that the dream they had last night infers they will be re-instated in yesterday’s glory. On the other hand, I will also be a breaker of bad news.

Certainly, being the bearer of bad news would be very disheartening and I am glad I have been saved from the anxiety of knowing some thing untoward is going to happen. I dream almost every night, but it is mostly free-style with practically no relevance in reality. One moment, I am admiring a guard of honour, the next I am whistling the tune of a song that I know nothing of. Sometimes, the theme of my dreams are at par with circumstances from the consciousness overwhelming my momentous thoughts, other time times they are just way out of sync with everything I am about. However, they are still always short, trivial, vain, shallow, un-real and sometimes out rightly ridiculous. This is both intriguing and fascinating to me.

It seems to me that this is another way in which life is funny. Most days, I go to bed tired. When I am not fatigued, I keep wake into a late night. I am told I am a “shallow sleeper” (wherever that came from?). I could answer a phone call, switch off the bedside CD player, acknowledge someone‘s presence in the room during my sleep and still wake up by morning feeling very well rested. My dreams float in and out of these activities so that by sunrise, I simple wake up knowing I had a few dreams the previous night that I can barely relate with. I feel teased at the thought of this. The title of this post may as well be “the pranks from my sleep”. It’s my lot, I guess.