Discombobulated

Every once in a while I have a strange night of sleep filled with strange dreams that just completely messes with my sense of reality.  Is this a thing?  Like, a medical thing?  Is there actually a medical condition that someone can have where their dreams mess with their sense of reality even in waking?  If not, I think I should be getting some money for some kind of testing and maybe even a condition named after me.  Although, I suppose I should really turn to the internet to try to answer my question before I go off and run down a rabbit trail like this.

Either way, I am so confused this morning.  It took me nearly a full hour to sort out what was a dream and what wasn't.  That's just...not right.  Perhaps being sick has something to do with this as well.  I've already been having a hard time concentrating in the last few days.  What's made everything even more wacky is that I feel like I'm out of touch with time.  I thought for sure I had missed a blog.  I guess not.  Everything seems up to date, but it just feels like there was one more day in this week.  This week has grown an extra day, an 8th day, in my mind.

As I said, this isn't the first time such a condition has messed with my sanity.  I woke up convinced one of my parents was dead because of a realistically vivid dream.  It took a while for me to sort out events as reality actually occurred.  From a metaphysical standpoint, my brain is gold.  It begs questions like:  What is reality?  How do we know it to be real?  If dreams can affect our perception of reality, how do we know what we're perceiving is in fact reality?  Darn it...I think I'm finally starting to understand Berkeley better, even if I refuse to agree with him on principle!  I might pursue this line of reasoning if works like Inception among other things didn't exist.  For now, it's a venue I think I'll refrain from indulging in during writing other than to chronical the oddity of my mind, and in the meanwhile I must do some research on this.



What ever happened to my lent blog being about my religious journey?

Dream a Little Dream of Me?

It's Sunday and since Angela insists that Sundays don't count for Lent (I wouldn't expect a blog out of her today), I have decided to give the whole topic of religion and converting and my crazy insecurities and rambling a break.  Instead, I want to talk about my crazy muse.

I've had some real interesting dreams in the past.  Many of my dreams which end up being totally bizarre or really "out there" typically happen when my friends appear in them.  I swear, this is the case.  If you're a friend of mine, you should be praying I don't dream about you, because it's always the strangest.  For instance, last night decided to put one such male acquaintance in short-shorts and hot pink fishnet tank-top, topping the look off with large gold hoop earrings in what I can only assume was an attempt to completely destroy what's left of my sanity.

I have not been able to stop laughing since, so it must have worked.  I sound like a lunatic.  This image has not left me alone all morning and I run the risk of bursting out laughing inappropriately in mass in about an hour or so here.  I'm totally doomed.  I'm sure it will be around the time that the priest says "This is my body" and there I'll go, laughing away like a fruitcake while everyone else is all "What is her problem" and then I'll be the only one to be excommunicated BEFORE being confirmed Catholic. [Potential update later today!]

In conclusion, my mind is a scary, scary place, and really should probably be considered a "disaster zone".  Beware all ye who enter here!