As a child, I recall having had fanciful and adventurous dreams when sleeping. The colors, actions, smells, events, and etc., were all so vivid, so real, and so unordinary. I suppose that it corresponded with childlike imagination. So imagine my surprise and disappointment when the other day I awoke from a dream that certainly had adventure, but was lacking. . .
In my dream I was watching the Portland Trailblazers play the Seattle Supersonics when a fight broke out between the two teams. Not an ordinary fight, by any means, this one cleared the benches, involved fans, and lasted exactly 59 minutes. How do I know this? Because in my dream I saw it all. . . as reported on the news. . .
How sad is that? Is this a sign that I am getting old? No longer do I have adventures in my dreams (if I were young I would have been at the game and involved in the fight). . . instead, I dream about watching the news and experiencing adventures through the media. . . How pathetic!
I demand a new psyche!