I haven’t been dreaming lately.
One of my favorite things about sleeping is dreaming. It’s where I get most of my ideas. The fun of a movie you control yourself. About 80% of my dreams are lucid, although I can rarely manipulate it, much like in real life. Nevertheless, I love the fantasy world, where the laws of physics and other sciences don’t apply.
But in these past two weeks I don’t recall any nocturnal cerebral cinematics. I only remember going to sleep and then waking up in a haze which lingers all day. Almost as if I am in a dream. Or the Matrix.
Not dreaming is an odd feeling. Like an absence of something so natural to life.