A TiVo for your dreams

The most vivid dream to ever register into my conscious thought – I’m pretty sure my mind has come up with doozies that don’t register – I believe was the direct result of a hotdog omelet.
Senior year in college, right before my final round of finals. Nothing in the house but a carton of eggs, some milk and a package of all-beef wieners.
I remember being pleased that I was getting so much protein into my system.
I actually woke from the dream in sweats. Paranoid, dazed and truly confused.
I vowed never again too combine chicken embryos and, well, whatever wieners are, together and ingest it. And so far, after 22 years, I have stuck by that vow.

It was weird, then, when my eyes snapped open way too early in the morning. The blankets were a tumble; I was breathing hard. It was a dream, a doozie, but one that dissipated like a fog once I turned the light on to reach for the notebook.
I had a nutritious dinner; soup and a small piece of baguette. Sugar-free peach iced tea.
All I can remember is that I was climbing. I remember the red down suit I was in. The sound and the feel of the crampons on the boots, as they made purchase on the icy slope.
And that’s it. Maddening.

I wish there was TiVo for your mind. Digitally record your dreams for later playback. In high-def Technicolor, 5.2 Surround Sound.
It would either be very, very cool.
Or it would scare the bejeebers out of you.
Could go either way.

1 comments:

Truth in the Trees said...

Great thought! I think I could use one of those.