I’ll admit that the stress of work (and maybe life, in general) has led to some bad sleeping habits: I spend a lot of my nights worrying and getting only 4 to 5 hours of sleep. As a result, I can’t even recall the last time I had any sort of dream. Luckily, however, I’ve been on vacation and spending time in California with my family; I’ve been able get some proper reprieve from any and all responsibilities and having a full night’s sleep for the past week and a half. With my mind at rest, I’ve finally been able to dream again. Here’s what I’ve vividly remember:
- Consultants completely took over the office and took each of us on one-on-one meetings. They complimented my work, and with a smile on their faces, I got laid off.
- I became a substitute drummer for the indie artist, Phosphorescent. I don’t even know how to play drums.
- I was a production assistant for the cooking magazine, Bon Appetit. They were filming videos for their YouTube channel, and I was tasked of running errands around their test kitchen.
- I was approached by a refugee from the Middle East, and I helped him and his family find a home in the US.
- I was on the subway, sitting next to a bookish office worker wearing glasses and a polo shirt. A zombie attack soon broke out in the next car over (the horde looked like bad, 90’s-Resident Evil CGI), and they were trying to enter the door to our car. I reassured the guy that it’ll be okay, and I recommended that his pen would be an adequate weapon to ward off the approaching zombie onslaught.
- I caught a shiny Kabuto Pokemon in Pokemon Go.
- I was watching a television show on veterinary students in the field. The chief vet doctor (do those exist?) was played by Brian Cox.
- I was attending one of those high school pep rallies held inside an auditorium. For some reason, this high school pep rally also sat a bunch of classmates from grad school. There was a circus performance, fire breathers, and a hypnotist who’d bring participants on stage. The hypnotist needed more people, so the school administrators randomly selected me. I couldn’t recall if I was acting or was actually in a trance, but I fell asleep. The hypnotist whispered to me to play along and literally grabbed my limp body by the neck to put me on stage.
So, what kind of messed up dream logic is this?