Only in my dreams

Goran Visnjic - he's so fine

Sometimes I envy those people that claim not to dream in their sleep. How nice it would be to fall asleep safe in the knowledge that you won’t have to fight off the lion in your wardrobe. I haven’t been reading any CS Lewis recently but I do have frequent dreams about inappropriate wild animals roaming around my house. Although in my dreams I never seem to be alarmed by such events, but when I wake up I always feel slightly disoriented and inexplicably tired.

Fantastical dreams aside, the most annoying are those that are plausible, and involve real people that I know. I am plagued by very realistic dreams that involve mundane conversations and events, that subsequently disguise themselves as memories in my mind. If they involve someone I know it can be hard to shake off the feeling that we have shared a moment that didn’t actually happen. It leaves me unreasonably disgruntled over an argument, and even when I have worked out that the argument didn’t happen, I sometimes wonder whether the dream was the result of some subconscious undercurrent of feeling. But it never is.

Dreams are just so bizarre, seemingly independent of reality and frustratingly uncontrollable. They might be inspired by a film, a book or a conversation, but for the most part the outrageous plotlines appear out of the blue. I wish I had more control over my dreams. Goran Visnjic wouldn’t get much sleep, that’s for sure. But it strange that for someone who spends most of the day plotting stories, my subconscious imagination sometimes shows more potential for creativity. Perhaps I should turn my hand at fantasy fiction, where lions and tigers roaming in the house, and speaking, would be par for the course.