Last week I had a dream that finally confirmed a long-standing suspicion of mine – the dream me and the real me have completely different goals and behaviours.
Case in point. I was dreaming I was in bed. Kristien was with me, naked. With us as well, sharing the bed, was Jennifer Lopez – the young version, also naked. (When I say “young Jennifer Lopez”, think Jennifer in “Money Train” saying “me gusta bailar con tijo”). Kristien and Jennifer were comparing breast firmness and various other attributes.
So far, so good, right ?
Then I realize the blinds are open and some guy is staring through the window. What a pervert! So I close the blinds.
I then realize there are other ways to get into the house, so I start closing more blinds, shutting windows. I leave the room, and I’m in the middle of a huge factory. Apparently my swanky love nest is in a really big building. I start closing doors left and right, walking through the building. I trip some sprinklers, trip, slide through the factory, get back up, and keep going. I close garage doors, windows, doors, everything.
I keep going, until I go through a door that takes me into my grandmother’s house. She’s not there, but the cleaning lady gives me the keys to lock the rest of the doors. By that time I’ve spent half an hour closing doors left and right and making sure no one can peek in or get in.
Now, consider how the story started.
The real me wouldn’t have focused so much on closing doors all over the place.
Is it too much to ask that, when given an opportunity in the dream world that would never in a million years happen in the real world, my dream alter ego would act like me and seize the moment ?