Too Strange

The whole idea of sleep and dreams is fascinating. We put our heads on pillows, close our eyes and quite purposely allow ourselves to become "unconscious" and vulnerable. While in this state our brains apparently do some sorting and filing and general house-keeping. I have some genuinely bizarre dreams that cause me to wonder just what on earth it is that my brain is actually doing.

Last night I dreamed that I was a guest in someone else's home. I got ready for bed, and as I turned out the bathroom light, I saw a parade of mice scurrying along the edge of the tub. I turned the light back on, but the mice had disappeared. One of my uncles entered the dream. He tried to help me locate the mice, but somehow they had turned into blue caterpillars which were trying to hide by causing themselves to blend in with objects in the room. Some were wrapped around blue ornaments on a Christmas tree. If there was more to the dream, I don't remember what it was.

This morning I told my husband about this strangeness.

He flashed me one of his impish grins and said, "I suppose such dreams are the curse of a creative mind."

Interesting concept....he, on the other hand, sometimes wakes up exhausted because he has played basketball or run all night long.