Every once in awhile I have to stop and think was that a dream or did it really happen. Sometimes it’s way in the past that I try to remember and sometimes it’s a current dream. I had a weird one this week and cut me off guard for a brief moment because I dreamed about an object in my room that was labeled with a warning.
I have one of those big water cooler tanks in my room with a pump so that I can have water whenever I want it but I’m getting off the bed and this week we seem to have picked up a spare somehow. Nobody remembers buying an extra one but we have more than we need. When I swept out an empty for a full jug this week I didn’t take the empty backup to its storage area because there’s no room for it so it’s sitting in my bedroom.
As I was leaving my bedroom this morning I saw it and I instantly thought oh I want to see what that label said and then seconds later I realized no that was a dream but for a brief moment I was confused.
I suspect that might start happening more often as I age and continue to use brain damaging drugs. This was an insignificant example but I have been surprised by recalling dreams that weren’t reality in the past. I remember once during a game night with friends, in the middle of a totally irrelevant conversation the revelation came to me that I couldn’t fly. That might seem rather obvious and I won’t say that I was actually confused but I couldn’t fly but rather I had to realizeation of that part of my dream life and it all came back to me in that moment that I had a history of flying in my dreams that spanned back years and was a major portion of my dream universe which remains fairly consistent separate from this universe. I set it out loud Oh my I can’t fly.
Then of course I had to explain myself and hijacked the conversation from whatever we were talking about.
Neat memory.
