Since I’ve been having these weird dreams (like dropping acid with my grandfather) and telling people about them, I’ve noticed there’s a serious difference in the way my sleeping brain imagines things. I’ve never noticed, or remembered, if I was dreaming in color or black and white. Kevin says all of his dreams look and feel like The Sopranos, but mine hardly ever look polished or seem rehearsed. There’s that old saying that nobody dreams the same, but sometimes it feels like I might actually be dropping acid before I go to bed.

The following New York Review of Books article was sent to me. “Dreams I’ve had (and Some I Haven’t)” by Charles Simic talks about the lifetime of forgettable dreams we don’t really ever think about. I mean, most of us have dreams every night that we never ever talk about. Those are just stories and images piling up in our heads, and for most people they only really spill out in the morning or after we’ve had 6 Mad Elfs and start to feel really comfortable with people we’re just starting to know.

Here’s the link:

My favorite part of the whole article is when Simic says:

“The most interesting dreams to my mind have no obvious subject matter. They are like turning on the TV late at night and coming upon a scene from an old black and white film one has most likely never seen, though it seems vaguely familiar.”

I’ve had the same dream hundreds of times. It’s always a chase sequence, I’m always running away from something. In my dreams I’m really fast, I can literally outrun Jason Bourne. When I think about it awake, it’s always the same and always familiar. How does that even work? It’s like the moment you put your head to the pillow at night, you can remember a little bit of what you dreamt about the night before. It’s weird stuff.

Brain science. Makes my head hurt.