Dreams are not my thing. Not the awake kind of dreams, where I imagine myself winning the Ashes or being Prime Minister, I still have those. I’m talking about the kind you have when you sleep. I know plenty of people who are able to recall their dreams but I never seem to wake feeling like I’ve been on adventure in bed.
It is like I wake as soon as I fall asleep, with no feeling that I have been anything in between. Perchance to dream, that would be something to be. Or not to be ready for what dreams may come because my memories of them have shuffled my my mortal mind.
Yet should I slumber what might I dream of? Let’s start with a door.
Imagine a room with three doors, and what lies behind each is a mystery. Actually I’m going to say the room has four doors because you will need to have got in somehow. I know this is a dream room and you may have magically appeared, but it is my dream room and I need it to be practical.
Maybe I can only open one door, as long as it is not the one I came in by (it’s a one-way door – it was poorly signposted), what would lie behind it?
I hate having to make decisions when I am awake, especially if I have no idea what I am choosing between. So now I am in a world of my own creation having to do the same thing? This is not a dream, it is already a nightmare.
Opening a door, any of the doors, is like Russian Portal Roulette. What could be behind door 1? It’s a dream, it could be anything. Maybe a fawn riding a tank, or perhaps the Rainbow Room at Rockefeller Plaza circa 1934 but the party is being hosted by Twiki from Buck Rogers.
Door 2 is the front cover of a book, it just looks door shaped because it’s either a huge book or I got smaller. Either way it might be the last chapter of Grrrrrrr Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire (spoilers: Daenerys is actually Tyrion’s secret love child and Ned isn’t dead, but it was all a ruse between him and his lover Varys), or just the start of a Life of Pi. This is a nightmare after all.
The final door leads to lucidity, that period of sleep where I am starting to wake up and the dawning of my imagination waking up. Those moments where you are not sure if you are awake or not, where you think you have not set the alarm or have that weird sensation where you are falling and slam into bed. That third (technically fourth) door is the one I always open, leaving the dream world behind never venturing anywhere but my boring sleep room.