My Nightmares

This is undoubtedly a strange topic, but I’ve got to talk about it.  Maybe I’m not the only person that this is happening to.

I’m becoming boring.  It started simply enough: DLH showed me a lightbulb that connects to the internet and puts out light in hundreds of different ways and the first thing I said was, “Sounds impractical.”  Of course it’s impractical!  So is helicopter golf, but that doesn’t make it any less awesome.

Lately my boring streak has been sneaking into my dreams.  In 6th grade I dreamed three nights in a row about being in The Lord of the Rings.  I was like Aragorn (of course) only cooler.  I killed the Watcher — by myself!  Defended Helm’s Deep — by myself!  And basically poked Sauron in the eye.

Last night I dreamed about opening my mail.  I DREAMED ABOUT OPENING MAIL!  Look, I love getting mail.  I always have.  (Send me mail!)  But to dream about it?  My subconscious considers that the most interesting thing in my life right now.  Mail opening.

It wasn’t even good mail.  I was opening junk mail.  JUNK! After carefully reading a dozen ads freshly pulled from their envelopes — except it was a dream so I couldn’t really read — I opened a letter from IU.  A rejection letter.

That’s right.  I had a nightmare about opening mail.  I used to have nightmares about zombies, orcs (of course), and showing up to class without pants but being able to fly.  Now I have nightmares about mail.

Is this what old feels like?

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