Dreams

I was just reading Biz’s blog a few minutes ago and it got me wondering. Do I dream every night? Doctors say that we do, that we have to in order to stay sane. But, in my entire life, I can only remember 2 dreams. Now, if we dream several dreams every night, wouldn’t I remember more of them, statistically speaking? Research suggests that we dream 4 – 6 times a night. So, in a week that would be 28 – 42 dreams. 1460 – 2190 times in a year! And I can only remember 2? Sure, there have been the times that I suddenly kick out and wake myself up in the middle of the night, but I don’t know the reason I did it. And there have been times that I’ve been told that I talked in my sleep, but not too often. (Except for right after I got out of a survival school. Apparently, it was real bad then, to the point of being violent.)

So I do dream, but why don’t I remember the vast majority of them? It seems that Biz can remember most of his, so do quite a few of my friends. It leaves me just a little bit confused about it. Maybe its because I can think of something and see it, quite clearly, in my mind. Sometimes that’s how I pass the time to keep from being bored. Its why I like to read so much. I can actually see it happening. But, by being able to do this, does it hamper my ability to remember what I dreamed about last night? Does the fact that I have an exceedingly good imagination while I’m awake mean that my brain really does go to sleep, instead of trying to process even more of my own fantasy worlds? (Yes, there are times that I literally live in my own little world.)

But, then again, there are new theories believing that not everyone dreams. And that dreams are not really all that important to your mental health. Studies suggest that some people just don’t dream, but everyone has REM states through about 20 – 25% of their sleep period. And it is the REM state that seems to be the important part. Some of these same studies also believe that people with low dream recall are people that are not interested enough to want to remember, or have a less active imagination. (Hmm, well I don’t have an under active imagination, so maybe my dreams just aren’t worth remembering.) And that when those same people start to read about dream research, or interpretation, they start to have better recall. Maybe that’s true, but, after reading just a little bit of some of these studies; it really seems too boring to even think about trying to find out for myself. Reading these things is more likely to put me to sleep, rather than make me more interested.

At any rate, if I do, or don’t, dream isn’t really relevant to any one but myself. And since it really doesn’t bother me all that much, I guess its not that relevant to me either.

And on to this weekend. This weekend just blew. No really, I mean it. All last week I was working my ass off, and then Friday afternoon, I find out I have to work on Saturday. I wanted to stay out all night too. Anyway, me and Biz went to the Crew around 9, or so, and the place was pretty much empty. At least until around 10, then people started coming in. We played some pool and ran the table for about 7 games. (Mostly Biz, but I did have my moments.) When I went out, my goal was to get drunk and forget about the rest of the week. Well, I succeeded, and quite well too. By 11 I was on my 8th drink, I think, kind a hard to remember exactly. And I was feeling pretty good. But, as all things do, the night had to come to an end. I had to stop drinking earlier than I wanted to and go home to sleep it off. Saturday was supposed to be only a couple of hours of work. Yeah, right. It turned into an all day event. By the time I got home and gave Biz a call, I really didn’t want to do anything but sleep. I told Biz to give me a call back to let me know what time we were going out, (I couldn’t let him head out without me, who knows how much trouble he’d get into.) and fell promptly to sleep. Biz called a few hours later, and much to my relief, said he didn’t feel to good and was staying home. (Insert happy dance here.) So, I tried to watch a movie, and guess what? I didn’t get to finish seeing it, I went back to sleep.

Sunday, wow, Sunday was a beautiful day. The sun was out, temp was up. And I didn’t have anything to do. So what did I do? Nothing! I didn’t want to do anything, and this was a rare chance for me to do exactly that. It was great. Sometimes, I wish I had more days like that, but not too many. That gets boring. And me bored is a bad thing. (For everyone else, I do find ways to keep entertained, often at others expense.)

Hopefully this week will be quite a bit easier. Although I do have to work on Saturday again. But, to balance it out, I get Monday off to watch the Super Bowl. I doubt I will, but its still a day off. Then, after that, I will be working pretty hard for about 10 days or so. Not too bad, but not great either. But I really need most of this week to be relatively easy, I could use the break.

I’ll see ya’ll later.