Okay. The dreams can stop any time
now.
As most of you know I drove over 1,100
kilometers (about 600 miles or so) during our German getaway. As I
mentioned last week for me, that's somewhere between 85 and 90
percent of the total mileage I drive all year, compacted into a 12 or
so day span. And I'm guessing that's the reason why, almost 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 I've
experienced in Europe, especially before GPS). 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
almost 10 days in a row. I don't know what caused it; sure, all the
construction and detours that we ran 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 other years
during trips where 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.
(ps—one day left for you to vote on
the picture that sits on my computer desktop for the next year. If
you haven't cast your ballot yet, do so before midnight tonight!)
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