In my dream, I was looking around in my parents’ living room
for an issue of MAD Magazine that had something important in it. This was the
old version of MAD, which would have astonishing artwork as they parodied
current movies through their entire plots. Also, they could have biting social
satire.
public domain
I didn’t want to ask my parents where it was, since it would
be kind of embarrassing to consider an issue of MAD to be important and to
spend time looking for it.
I went into the kitchen, which was a gigantic area more like
the kitchen for a large restaurant. My mother was doing something at the sink.
At this point my search in the dream was now for a magazine of Star Trek: Voyager.
Photo by Commander Idham
The sink was in a long island of the kitchen, and I was on
the other side of it. Suddenly I grabbed the tall, upside-down U
of the faucet and swung on it, leaving the ground.
In real life, I rolled off my bed. I landed on the three
stacks of books I keep beside it, each almost as tall as the bed. That gave me
a scrape on my stomach an inch and a half long. I had minor scrapes on my
thighs. The books are okay.
So, what happened in that last part of my dream? I’m sure I
didn’t dream of swinging around the faucet, and then my body followed suit.
Instead, my brain sensed my body’s motion and incorporated that into my dream. I
consider dreams to mostly be the brain’s way of defragging itself to sort
memories together, but it’s obviously a complex process.
I think it’s extremely important for writers to write down
their dreams. For a more interesting one, click here.
