Lately I’ve been having dreams so vivid and intense that it takes me a few moments upon waking to realize it was indeed a dream. The disorientation can last through the morning, a kind of Matrix-like fugue state where I’m not sure which world is more real.
Until I drink my first cup of coffee, anyway. Actually. I don’t even drink coffee in the morning, I drink this overpriced red powder called Tianchi. I’m kinda addicted to it, but it makes me feel great. The energy is smoother than coffee. It’s *supposed* to be healthy. I hoard it like an Asian mom hoards plastic bags.
Back to the dreams. The more stressful / tiring the day, the more likely I’ll have intense dreams. Especially if the day was full of novel situations, learning something new, being someplace new, meeting someone new.
When I was younger, I often found myself wanting to re-live the dreams, to be inside them. There was something magical and absurd and full of life. But now, I usually find myself wanting to leave my dreams. Just wanting some nice quiet blank slumber. The dreams feel more like exhausting fire drills, not energizing fairytale wanderings.
What else…not much on my mind…except the boba shop. Re-opening in a few days. And hoping crypto rebounds, but that may not happen until next year or even 2024. Paying a lot of attention to Japan and Europe right now, as well as the rising political instability in emerging markets.