Randy's Dream

If you have never seen My Name is Earl, poor you. Why bother with your existence? ;-) Just kidding. It's a good show, but not good enough for making it a prerequisite for everyone in order to breathe the precious air on this planet.

Last night I watched the newest episode of My Name is Earl, and Randy brought up a good point during the opening scene. He was dreaming that he was having a hard time falling asleep, and he tried to fall asleep in his dream, but the problem is that he was already asleep really. It totally knocked the socks off of me! Have you ever had something similar happen to you? This kind of dream happens to me all the time!

The most common dream I have like Randy's has always been the opposite. And it always occurs at the tail end of my sleep, as opposed to the start or midst of it. Every time the alarm goes off in the morning, I would hit the snooze button on my alarm clock several times, until the fourth and final one. And sometimes, after hitting snooze for the final time, I would have this vivid dream where I actually got up and prepared for the day.

There had been a couple times where it was so wickedly real that I would totally sleep through the day. When that happens, I would actually dream of shaving, jumping in the shower, lathering up my face, and eating breakfast. The dream would be so detailed, even down to switching radio stations in my car while driving to work! Only has my dream once gone so long as having me getting to work, where I began tackling actual tasks.

Then I would suddenly wake up to my cell phone vibrating next to me, with some angry manager barking into the earpiece. Nothing will wake me up faster than the irritated voice of my manager or a client. If the public addressing system had gone off even with the voice of a hot chick or the barking of a army sergeant warning of imminent danger, I wouldn't have been able to wake up to save my own life. Strange, huh?

Of course, whenever I sleep in that late by accident, my mind has been sharp and quick enough to come up with a convincing, excusable reason. Never have I been inclined to tell the truth, like, "Uhm, I'm so sorry! I got totally wasted last night when I celebrated my buddy's unexpected pay raise." But now that I'm getting a bit older, I've begun worrying about my mind's sharp acuity. What if I totally slip? What if I tell the honest truth while slurring in my half-sleep? I think that would suck.

But for now, I suppose I'll just have to deal with it when I cross the bridge. Till then, I'll take my chances in being sharp.