The Bizarre Reality of Dreams

Maybe it was the chili...

Do you ever wake up immediately from a dream and think "what the heck was that?" Like the rest of humanity, I am fascinated by my dreams. What they mean, what they don't mean. I can think of no other experience (aside from an illicit drug trip) where time can feel both infinite and fleeting at the same time.  Where floating seems perfectly normal and random happenings perfectly in sync. Where a passage read in the book on my nightstand flows seamlessly with a scene from the movie I watched the day before.  Where it makes perfect sense to be both indoors and outdoors at the very same time. 

Some dreams are so vivid. They aren't simply an experience, but a feeling.  Sometimes we won't remember the specifics of a dream, but we will remember how we felt while dreaming it, and that feeling stays with us, for better or for worse. Sometimes, we want our dreams to mean something so badly that we spend hours agonizing over every frame, trying desperately to make sense of the seemingly random symbology. 

Perhaps our dreams are an indulgent glimpse into our inner psyche permitted by some higher being, or maybe it's just the chili...