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If I Slept More, I Could Write Screenplays and Be A Millionaire
by Tricia

Oh my god, I have to tell you about this dream I had!

Don't you hate it when people say that? You basically know you're about to be forced to listen to some weird story that won't have any meaning to you. We always seem so in awe of the things our own brains come up with, but other people's dreams never seem as interesting. My guess is, this is mostly because our own dreams are rooted in our own subconscious, so even if we know it or not, there are underlying reasons as to why we dream what we dream. So our own dreams are interesting to ourselves because we, at some level, understand the underlying meaning behind them. We don't care so much about other people's dreams because their subconcious is of no concern to us.

So, having said that, I have to tell you about my dream! Well, not the whole thing, because that would be boring, but the underlying reason as to the main part of the dream are pretty funny (I think).

This morning I was lying in bed, had this epic, Will Smith screenplay style dream, somewhat similar in storyline to War of the Worlds. When I woke up I yelled for Scott because I could remember the whole thing (which doesn't happen often) and I wanted to get it out and I knew he would think it was kind of an interesting dream (because he was in it, and it was a very action-adventure, run-from-aliens type dream). The main plotline was that I was driving to work, saw this HUGE weird alien ship in the sky, went to Scott's office to find him because I was scared. Once I found him, we found out that the "aliens" (I never saw anything but the ships, no actual aliens, so who knows if that's what they actually were) were using this awful bright light to basically fry humans. They would find you and shoot this light through the windows and if you let it touch you directly or looked at it, you fried.

So as I am telling all of this to Scott, I realize in a rush WHY the aliens used light. Our bedroom keeps randomly lighting up and going dark as the sunshine goes in and out behind the clouds outside. I'm guessing that my brain incorporated that (somehow!) into my dream, and that's why the aliens were using light to kill people.

Human brains are so freaking crazy. Sort of like when you're having a dream and a phone rings, and you wake up and your phone is actually ringing.

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