While I have you all thinking I’m a tad insane, I’ll ask you the same question I posed to a few friends yesterday. Do you read in your dreams? I mean really read as in you remember it when you wake up, not imagine yourself sitting somewhere, holding a book. Of the people I asked, I got only one yes. Frankly, that amazed me. All this time I believed that everyone reads in their sleep.
What I’m not sure of, however, is whether or not I’m reading real books. Ones that I could find and finish when I’m awake if I wanted to. The problem is that I never see the covers so I have no idea what they’re called. I can’t check. The other possibility is that I write things unlike me in my sleep in order for me to then read them in a later dream. Interesting supposition, isn’t it? I thought so too though I doubt it. Why? Well, the book I’ve been reading this week is a travel guide to adventures you can have in Venice. Nope, never been to Venice. Never read any similar books while I was awake. Never read enough of anything set in Venice that would add enough detail to support what I’m dream reading now.
Of course, that could just mean I’m making it up as I go along. Wouldn’t surprise me. That’s how I live most of my life when it comes right down to it. Hey, speak clearly and act like you know what you’re talking about and the majority of the time you can get by just fine without anyone ever calling you on it.
There have been times when I’ve had déjà vu moments from things I know I read in my sleep. Not sure what that means exactly, or any of this for that matter, but you have to admit it’s an interesting concept.
What I’m not sure of, however, is whether or not I’m reading real books. Ones that I could find and finish when I’m awake if I wanted to. The problem is that I never see the covers so I have no idea what they’re called. I can’t check. The other possibility is that I write things unlike me in my sleep in order for me to then read them in a later dream. Interesting supposition, isn’t it? I thought so too though I doubt it. Why? Well, the book I’ve been reading this week is a travel guide to adventures you can have in Venice. Nope, never been to Venice. Never read any similar books while I was awake. Never read enough of anything set in Venice that would add enough detail to support what I’m dream reading now.
Of course, that could just mean I’m making it up as I go along. Wouldn’t surprise me. That’s how I live most of my life when it comes right down to it. Hey, speak clearly and act like you know what you’re talking about and the majority of the time you can get by just fine without anyone ever calling you on it.
There have been times when I’ve had déjà vu moments from things I know I read in my sleep. Not sure what that means exactly, or any of this for that matter, but you have to admit it’s an interesting concept.
2 comments:
Damn. Wish you could see the covers. That would answer a lot of questions.
Hmph. I don't dream... so I don't read in my sleep. But that's probably because I do so much reading when I'm awake.
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