I’m often blown away by the ingenuity of my dreams.
Last night I dremt I was in a pharmacy full of goods. Amongst the items were “Polish Girls Gum” and “Russian Cavalry Gum.” They were both packaged in a foreign language with non-identifiable ingredients and nutritional facts; however, I somehow knew that the first imbued the chewer with the essence of Polish “girl-ness” and the second vicariously placed the chewer in the boots of a Russian cavalry soldier.
Definitely weird, yet it’s incredibly imaginative.
Sleep seems to be the perfect environment for creativity. First, there is no inhibition. I can dream about whatever I want, however I want, without boundaries nor censorship. Second, I use more of my brain while I dream. Things long forgotten often resurface in my sleep; I remember obscure data, song lyrics, even people’s voices. And finally, dreams are not bound by logic – they play by their own rules.
If only I could harness such ingenuity while awake?