Okay. The dreams can stop any time
now.
As most of you know I drove almost
2,000 kilometers (1,200 or so miles) during our European getaway.
For me, that's somewhere between 85 and 90 percent of the total
mileage I drive all year, compacted into a 9 or so day span. And I'm
guessing that's the reason why, every night since we've gotten back,
I've had dreams about driving.
Some dreams I'm just driving around
like a normal person does. Some dreams, I'm driving around in
circles, not knowing where I'm going (much like several days we
experienced in Europe). And in some dreams I think I'm driving but,
as it turns out, I'm actually doing something else (like running)
when I'm supposed to be driving.
The human brain is weird, isn't it?
This is the first time I've had dreams
about driving after returning from a trip. Normally, at least as far
as I've noticed, I've NEVER had dreams about driving, especially for
10 days in a row (and counting). I don't know what caused it; sure,
all the construction and detours that we rain into this time were a
hassle, but nothing that (I thought) would've scarred my psyche to
the extent that I'd have dreams about driving for a week and a half
straight. And if that were the case, wouldn't you think that all of
my dreams would tend toward the bizarre and/or nightmarish? Nope; a
large chunk of the dreams just involve me driving without getting
lost or me driving with all my clothes on.
I don't get it.
But then, that's kind of the point of
dreams, right? It's your subconscious trying to work out whatever
issues it's dealing with at the moment. You're not supposed to
entirely understand them. You're just supposed to wake from them
feeling refreshed. Or, in this case, with a weird feeling that your
brain's not doing what it's supposed to do.
Maybe, deep down, my brain is telling
me that it misses driving. After all, I never had dreams like this
when I drove to work all the time. And I didn't have any dreams
about driving while I was actually driving every day in Europe. The
dreams didn't start until I came back and stopped driving. So maybe
that does have something to do with it. The only thing is...how come
I didn't have these dreams after coming back from Europe any of the
other times I also drove everywhere?
I don't get it.
Hopefully, one night soon I'll have
normal dreams, dreams of Loraine or of chocolate or of flying on a
dragon while wearing a kilt (what...you don't have dreams like
that?). Either that, or pretty soon I'll start having dreams about
entering an around the world driving rally, or something like that.
With my brain, you never know.
***
Before I leave you today, a big
shout-out to the two people without whom I would not be possible...my
mom & dad. It's their anniversary today, so if you know 'em and
see them around, make sure you congratulate them. And also, don't
forget that I need your vote to tell me which picture should be on my
computer desktop for the next year. Scroll down to yesterday's entry
to see the choices!
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