There are a lot of things I like about sleeping - crisp, cool, clean sheets, for example, or the way that my cat curls up in the crook of my knees when I let him in the bedroom, or nighttime sounds that accompany the drift into it - but dreaming is definitely number one.
I'm not a scientist or a psychologist, and frankly, the whole physiological/synapses/subconscious/rapid eye movement stuff is a lot to wrap my head around. I don't pretend to understand it, and I don't necessarily want to. Lacking that comprehension, dreaming remains mystical and supernatural, which is exactly what I like about it - it's the closest thing to real magic we get to experience. How can we not be awestruck by sensations that are at once completely real and absolutely artificial? How do we take that amazing and baffling duality for granted every night? It's the coolest glimpse into a rabbit hole we get. Isn't it the same altered real-but-not-real consciousness that we chase in so many other ways?
Whatever it is, I love it. I don't know that I can totally get into the whole lucid dreaming thing (see here and here if you don't know what I'm talking about), but I might be willing to check it out. We'll see...
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