Life is But a Dream
Why do we as human beings always over think everything? We could be on cloud nine and worry if we are more deserving of cloud two.
It is common to overthink as soon as the head hits the pillow. Now that the busy day has come to an end, the brain figures this to be an optimal (and convenient) time to overthink. Then once you wake from your slumber, you are now overthinking about the dreams you just had.
We over analyze, overexcite and overshare dreams. The dream feels vivid and makes perfect sense in the moment, but as soon as we try to relay it to someone it becomes mumble jumble and a ‘ you had to be there ‘ scenario.
I don’t necessary feel we share our dreams with others for clarification, comfort or explanation. I believe we are checking to see where we land on the odd meter, but end up on the annoyance meter.
A common dream is the ‘falling dream‘ where a sleeper feels like he/she is falling, but right before they splat on the ground, they’re startled awake. I experience this dream quite often and Google tells me that this represents a sense of losing control in one’s life. Here I thought from there to here and here to there, I am simply clumsy everywhere. (I also fall for Dr. Seuss’s writing style).
Lizzie McGuire sang this is what dreams are made of, but why do my dreams and real life need to made of startling events…
In Riff-erral, I was scared by a referral. Today, I was scared by a co-worker.
People who startle easily are the best people to scare. They’re so on edge that you don’t even have to strategize your scare to be successful.
Experts say that a person is jumpy due to anxiety or stress, but I think they’re jumpy because they’re up to no good.
You may be wondering why I’m picking on people who are jumpy. Well it’s because I am one of those people.
One late afternoon I escorted a resident back to her suite. As I was about to leave the room, she called out my name. I turned around and crouched with my back to the door to hear her soft voice. (Prior to close proximity being deemed a crime).
A Health Care Aide (HCA) entered her suite and abruptly yelled, “HEY GUYS!”
I leaped into the air, grabbing my chest like I had just been proposed to. (I’ve never had the experience, but I’ve seen a lot of Hallmark movies).
The HCA exclaimed, “are you okay!?”
I sat there waiting for the resident to reply and for my heart rate to stop replying when the resident stated, “I think he’s speaking to you. You nearly hit the roof.”
Unfortunately, this situation was everything, but a dream.
