Dream, Dream, Dream
I saw a Star Trek episode with my brother recently, where the computer generated holographic doctor was told by a friend of non-earthly planetary origins, that he believed that dreams came from another place. His traditions stated that dreams were not created within the individual, as I have always believed, but came to us from another land entirely. What brought on this admission of nerdish viewing? I ate supper at 11 the other night, but was so tired, that I went to bed almost immediately after. That, for me, is always a bad sign. My all-time wierdest dreams happened in similar circumstances. This time, I was with some friends, discussing computer fonts (yes, apparently I really am that big of a nerd). One of the girls then showed me a font, the font name written in that particular font, and asked if I knew the meanings of it's origins. The answer turned out to be the punchline of a rather sexual joke. The girl (who, upon relfection, looked as much like Alyssa Milano as she did herself) then winked and gestured to me in a rather provocative way. The dream ended there, without any further actions or consequences that would make our friendship awkward, but it left me wondering. It wasn't whether or not I was attracted to this girl, but where this kind of joke came from. It wasn't really a joke that I would normally even laugh at, let alone generate on my own. I like to think that dreams can come from other places, partly to leave room for the Holy Spirit to inspire me with prophetic visions, but partly also to take away blame for my capacity to generate such filth. A little self-analysis helped me to realize the logic process that could have led to me "hearing" that joke. It comforted me to know that I didn't need to re-evaluate my theory on dreams, but alas, reassured my fears that I am not immuned to telling bad jokes, if only in my dreams.

   [ posted by William @ 10:43 PM ]