Ogwaros Iwenâl

After watching Mulholland Drive last night, I went to bed and had a dream.  When I awoke, I felt like a new person.  I don’t mean I was well rested; in fact, I was even more tired than normal.  I don’t mean that the dream changed my outlook on things; the dream was rather materialistic, about a giant personal theater for playing video games (a dream I’ve had before).  I mean out of place, out of time.  Some sort of dimensional shift; like I didn’t belong in this reality.  When you wake, how do you know you are the same person that went to sleep?

It was just a feeling.  Nothing more.

Right?

Do you remember the last dream you had?

I don’t.

I was digging through my old files and came across (among other things) an old dream log.  It only contained two dreams.  I remember the first one listed fairly vividly – a rather unpleasant dream about religious fanaticism and Dr. Phil – but do not remember the other at all despite its pleasant nature.

Dream entries used to constitute 50% of what passes for content on this site.  I have entries dating back to mid-2004.  But I can’t remember a single dream I’ve had in the past 3 months.  I’m sure I’ve had them, but I suppose they weren’t interesting enough to share or remember for more than 5 minutes after waking.

So here is to a dream tonight.  A back-crushing nightmare or uplifting fantasy fulfillment.  I don’t care.  So give me something to dream about.

Please, give me something!