I think I have a pretty normal suite of dreams — the usual “old girlfriend shows up and wants to make out,” “local property developer runs me over in his car,” “webserver load average spirals out of control” that everyone has — but it perplexes me that I tend to dream only when I travel.
This is likely due, at least in part, to the sub-par pillows one encounters on the road. There’s nothing like a bad pillow to keep you in a suspended state between reality and fiction while sleeping. And the psychological turmoil of travel — different places, different foods, the need to conduct an active social life — likely take their toll too (the brain has to work through all of that somehow).
But it’s still disconcerting.
As if a different time zone, a radically different diet, a modified coffee routine, and the absence of those I hold dear isn’t enough, I’ve got to endure a nightly playbill of Tim Banks pursuing me in a Kia Rio, “oh, that lesbian thing was just a phase,” and Apache eating up all available memory.
It doesn’t make for a well-rested start to the day, especially a day on the road that involves the need to, well, think.
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Well, last night was much better: no car chases, and only pleasant dreams of the Drupal Webforms module and Don Draper.
I always thought dreaming meant you were actually getting a better sleep…REM only happnes after a long period of time.
That I find stress a promoter of the frenetic problem solving type dream.
My first night in Rome was sleepless due to my intake of espresso verses the drip coffee I was use to. I thought I could continue my regular capacity of consumption but I was wrong.