Strangeness
It's not often that something entirely new happens to me (since I was born in 1961), but it did this morning.I had a strange night last night. Multiple wake-ups, not really sleeping soundly, lots of dreams. The last one I remember is going back to college to teach a writing class, seemingly only a few years after I graduated, and wanting to look up an art professor I'd had a crush on (there was no art professor I had a crush on in real-life).
It felt like this dream went on for quite a while, and when I woke up, it didn't feel like I was waking up to myself. It still felt like the dream was my real life, and I had somehow been detached from it by waking up.
It's something I've never felt for more than a few seconds. This time, though, it lasted for over an hour, this feeling that I was experiencing a life that wasn't mine. It was incredibly powerful, and incredibly strange.
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