Dreams vs Reality

Ever had one of those dreams when, upon waking, it takes several seconds to realise that you haven't actually gone to work naked, fallen off a bridge or failed your driving test for the 12th time? It's the best feeling in the world.

Well, mine sometimes go further than that. I've actually been sat at work one day, and had a sudden flashback from a vivid dream where I'd been going to work naked for weeks and no-one had said a thing. As I sat there (in the real world), I had to actually check myself to see a) if I was naked, and b) if everyone was looking at me wondering why I'd suddenly started wearing clothes again. That was a real headf*ck for about 20 seconds or so.

The flip side of this is where a memory comes into my head from years gone by - something I haven't remembered for, say, 20 years or so. The memory is so vivid it's like it actually happened, but so bizarre that it must be a dream - because I wouldn't have actually done that would I?

Ok - here's an example. I recently remembered a dream I had that I used to pick up chewing gum of the street and eat it. Except, the more I thought about it, it wasn't a dream - I actually did that. Gross, but true.

I have another memory about being 8 years old at primary school and weeing on the radiator in class at break time. Surely I wasn't that delinquent? Oh yes, I was.

There's a couple of other remnant memories frfom childhood which are so bad I'm still only 90% sure they are real. I think the other 10% is just wishful thinking though.

It's just terrifying that reality and dreams can become so blurred - maybe one day I will actually go to work naked, and just think I'm dreaming.

Sitzen Bleiben

I wasn't thick at school, just a bit mischievous, disinterested and a little bit lazy. Homework was something I simply didn't do, and a good proportion of my detentions were for not doing homework, or for being caught lying about why I hadn't done my homework.

Of course teachers just saw a young lad with average grades who mucks about a lot - a candidate for being held back.

So it was to my utmost amusement that I found my old German voacabulary book the other day. There was one - and only one - entry in it. Sitzen Bleiben - to stay down a year. I almost wish I had been kept back, just for the irony of it.