Yes of course I sleep to dream. Why else would you ever bother to sleep? Hey folks, sleeping without dreams is a waste.
And no, I certainly do not dream about sleep. Dreaming about sleep would be about the same as sleeping without dreams. What a waste!
Just last night I had a nice dream about being a security guard at some super hush hush military facility and some spies were trying to smuggle themselves in by hiding in coffins and covering their faces with shaving cream. It was my job to shoot them. It was a pretty easy job, actually. All I had to do was wait in the supply department and when a shipment of coffins came in I'd just open each coffin and shoot anybody whose face was full of shaving cream.
But then there was this one coffin I opened up and the body came levitating out of it. Then I woke up. Then I tried to get back to sleep and finish the dream. Well, I sorta halfway got back to sleep but I never finished the dream. Very frustrating. I'm hoping to get back onto that dream sometime soon. It was fun.
In real life there actually is a federal law whereby any U.S. federal government employee, under certain rare circumstances, can be deputized to make an arrest. During my civil service career, there were two occasions upon which I was deputized to make an arrest. Both times, I learned that somebody else had already made the arrest long before I ever had a chance to even see the person who was supposed to be arrested. I sometimes dream of how I would have done it had I been the one who had the opportunity to make the arrest.
Well, now that I'm retired on full Civil Service Retirement Bennies, I suppose that will never happen. Although federal law provides that retirees can be vested with law enforcement duties in an emergency, I don't know of any case where that's actually happened. All I can do is dream.
Yes I dream in full color. I always thought everybody always did, until I read some scientific hoo-rah that says most folks only dream in black and white or in limited color. I can't imagine dreaming without the sensation of everything you're capable of: full color, sounds, smell, taste, touching things, heat and cold, hey folks, if a dream doesn't feel real it's not worth dreaming!
Now, I don't daydream very much. Reality is too much fun. In fact, reality is sometimes even stranger than dreams. Like for instance, there's the time I was riding my bike near this boat rental place where they're raising turkeys in a hutch alongside the building. The biggest and toughest looking turkey reached his beak through the wire mesh and pulled out the hitch pin and all the turkeys came streaming out of their hutch and came running alongside of me. It was a bit disconcerting at first, but then I realized they're just nice folks out for a bit of fun, just like me. It's kinda nice to know that other species of critters must be sharing some of our dreams. Oh by the way, turkeys can run about 8.6 mph. Speed up any faster and they take to flight to keep up.
If my dreams are a window into my own mind, then I've certainly got a very strange mind indeed! But then, I've always known I'm strange. One of my life dreams is to be able to use the phrase "merrily festooned" five times in a single Demented Diary entry. My record so far is four. So I'm pretty close.
My unconscious self! Now, there's a topic worthy of note! I wonder if there are any memories of past lives hidden within my unconscious self. I suppose I could have been Attila the Hun in a past life, but I wouldn't bet on it. There are at least 32 people alive today who claim to have been Attila the Hun in their past lives, so most of them are certainly full of livestock droppings. Or maybe I studied under the philosopher Pythagoras in a past life. He had some pretty strange ideas, quite aside from his propensity to cause great pain and agony amongst today's high school algebra students. Or maybe my unconscious self contains a composite of the bits of memories of all my ancestors. Who knows?
