Dreaming

[pasithea]

The last several nights in a row, I've dreamed. Odd, silly things mostly:

• Living in the future and what the snack foods of the future will look like (brightly coloured extremely charicatured replicas of the taste they're supposed to have, like cheese crackers that are florescent orange and look like a wedge of cheese and the like)
• Finding a cave in greece with phosphorescent rocks in it, making it give off an erie blue glow, people thinking this cavern descends into Hades and having buried it's interance, keeping it hidden for thousands of years. There was even an inky black river inside it. Of course, once one learns the secret of the cave, it's a really beautiful and magical natural phenomena
• And... Going back to the cave in another dream with Stacey, it becomes some sort of bridge into a cross between Wonderland and Beatrix Potter, a colony of bunny-people living in an 18th century warren cut into the side of a hill which links back into this cave somehow, except the water in the cave is acutely alkalyne so again it's a forbidden place. This dream was rather unique in that I've never had a 'furry animals' dream before. It was a bit odd.
• And finally, of course, my brain spent all night tossing around various ideas on how to build anti-grav cars and travel at the speed of light. So far, all it's come up with is the obvious: to move faster, you have to reduce your mass to get the energy requirements down. So.. What if you built some kind of signal into a light wave that contained the complete data for an object and basically used breaking down the matter on one end as a way to release enough energy to telegraph it to the other end and reconstruct it. Oh goody. I defined a transporter, like no one had ever thought of that before. One interesting variation though was on the flying car, which was basically continually decreasing the mass beneath it by firing a deconstruction beam at the ground immediately beneath it and simultaneously recreating the molecule in itself, then ejecting it to make sort of a bump in gravity that it then road on top of. Completely nonsense, of course, not to mention incredibly inefficient, but still kinda a fun puzzle to contemplate.

The dreams interest me but what excites me even more is that I am dreaming. While I never feel sparse for ideas, I rarely dream. Maybe two or three times a year that I can remember. Three nights in a row is completely unheard of. Frustratingly, there have been several changes lately that could be responsible for it, or it could be some combination of factors at play.

Listed in what I think is descending order of likeliness.

• Most likely cause, I've been getting more sleep. I was sick after the con so I've tried to sleep more to clear the cough.
• I've been sick, at times fevered
• I'm 'between projects' so I'm not intensely focused on completing some task and there's more free idle time in my head.
• I've read more fiction in the past three weeks than I have in the previous 10 years (I read a lot of non-fiction and text books but don't enough time in my life for fantasy)
• I've not been a hermit. I'm interacting with people on a pretty-much daily basis now
• My weight has come down and I'm getting a lot more regular exercise.
• I've been decaffienated for over a week.
• I've been eating one or two oranges a day (unlikely but still a recent change)
• Some other factor I've missed

I wish I could figure out what triggers it. Sleep is such a waste of time that it'd be nice if it were at least entertaining.

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[zeeth_kyrah]

January has been so much a month of waiting. February seems like it'll be a month of happening.