Friday, May 11, 2012

When my dreams fix my reality

Sometimes my brain decides that reality just isn't cuttin' it anymore, and takes matters into its own hands. It does this via my dreams, and it can be rather discombobulating in the morning. Sometimes the first hour of the day is spent sorting out dream from reality, and then the next few hours are spent being upset with reality and wanting to take a nap.

Examples you ask? Alright. Sometimes it's something simple, like a dream that I'm already done with a test I need to take and that I aced it. Other times my sleep-world will remedy a stressful situation that a friend or loved one is having- "Johnny got a job, yay!". These types of dreams I don't mind so much because they tend to happen well into the night, and by the time I wake up they feel more like foggy memories. Then there's the the other kind... For some reason, in the wee hours of the morning, right before waking up, I have very convincing and realistic dreams that a guy I either currently or used to like, likes me back.

Apparently, my subconscious has issued a cease-and-desist order on all unrequited crushes. It's sort of like an overprotective father or something- "Oh, this guy isn't asking you out? Well, we'll take care of that!". The worst part about these dreams is that the way that everything is made "better" is always just realistic enough to believe. I decided that a Venn diagram would be most useful illustration here.

Please note the lack of any true overlap between perfection and reality.

You may be wondering about circumstances where I've had this happen? Allow me to provide.

I meet a guy, hit it off. See him around again- nothing. And again- nothing. And again- nothing. Finally after several run ins I realize that he's a nice guy that I can carry of a conversation with, but that's as far as this is going to go. He's not asking me out.

Okay that's fine, I can deal with that. I'll think that I've dropped the idea, and moved on to bigger and better things. Then one morning in those minutes before awakening, I'll a dream that I run into him and he's super excited to see me and asks for my number. Then he tells me that he always wanted to take me out but always got too nervous. My dream-brain thinks "Oh how sweet, that makes perfect sense, he liked me all along! I'm so excited!". Then I skip away smiling and all jazzed up.

Then... I wake up. And realize that none of it was real. 

What the heck!? Does anyone else think that is incredibly rude of my subconscious? More often than not it will be a guy that I haven't even thought about for months, but all the sudden, BAM, I'm forced to swallow the rejection pill all over again when I wake up.

My subconscious is clearly not communicating with my conscious. Talk about a tough life.

Why can't I just have dreams about things like unicorns and care bears so that my brain knows better than to buy what my subconscious is selling?

4 comments:

  1. Your dream-realities are much more exciting than mine. Mine always trick me into thinking that I already got up and dressed. Talk about mundane. But it's so frustrating to open your eyes and realize that you have to shower and everything for a second time that morning!
    But...probably not as much a bummer as being rejected twice. Sadness.

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  2. Yep, I've had that kind of a dream before. Stinky! I've also had the dream (like the one just last night) where he says he needs to talk to me about something all serious like, but i already know he's going to say he's dating this other girl because i saw it happen earlier in the dream...yeah i'm still pretty convinced that one was predicting the future. Blah.
    On that depressing note...
    I wish we could request dreams. That would be nice.

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  3. I relate to this 100%. It can be quite frustrating.

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  4. I agree, totally lame.

    At least you don't have a dream that you are giving a talk in sacrament meeting and you look down and find yourself in your "skivies". Yea, I had that dream a couple weeks ago.

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