Ramanujan Redux

There isn’t much of an upside to sleeping for ten hours or more–generally you only need six and a half to eight, and as a college student you desire even less than that. But I’ve found value in recording my dreams, and I hope this inspires other people to do the same.

I’ll try to record them as I go.

04/29/08: I’m back at high school visiting, although I wouldn’t be caught going back here. For some reason half the dreams I remember have me back in high school. I hated high school. Can someone tell me why I’m here? Christ.

04/6/08: I’m with one of the hottest girls I’ve ever met. My family is all around me. WHY. This girl morphs into another cute girl I’ve known since childhood. I finally convince myself to stay back instead of going with the family (Idiot). She kisses me anyway. And I wake up and wonder how much longer I’m going to dream about these things.

04/5/08: I’m on a bus with a zombie, and I’m pretty nonchalant about it because he’s busy making out with the hot chick in the next seat. Makes perfect sense.

03/26/08: Every girl I’ve ever been attracted to in real life (whether from a distance, as friends, etc.) begins to email me asking me for dates. I feel flattered, then immediately wake up and feel enraged.
Thanks to Batman, I remember that dreams are a function of the right brain and that you can’t create sentences in these type of dreams, so all the emails and IM convos made absolutely no sense and were just random strings of words like “will come today you?”. Then again, when I was younger, I also assumed hot women were ditzy dumb blondes who couldn’t speak english. So these sentences didn’t seem too far-fetched.

03/05/08: I only remember passing by a bus with a friend and waving and saying ‘hi’ to her. Only she had one leg. She usually has two. She was pretty happy about the whole thing.

03/04/08: I think it’s Christmas dinner, although instead of being in DC (where I spent last Christmas), I’m eating in my new family installed house. There is a young couple and a wandering drunk. I think I also spend some time in a bookstore, which is useless since you can’t read in a dream. Talk about lame.

03/03/08: I have no idea what the hell is going on. I think I’m in an eighty story building, near the top floor, in something that reminds me remotely of Star Wars. Then I go down the escalator (an extremely long escalator, at least fifteen times bigger than that scary as hell one at Woodley), struggle with a rare case of vertigo and try my best not to start stumbling down.

As I get to the bottom (I think I ran down or flash-forwarded it) and realize that it’s some sort of Star Wars museum. I pass by someone named Nancy Reagan and someone asks me if I’ve seen Nancy Reagan and I tell him she passed by. My dad is interested in the exhibits. This alerts me immediately to the idea that this is a dream because my dad has never been intersted. And of course I’m awake seconds later.

03/02/08: I remember figments. Here I’m back in an idyllic high school (I have no idea where, but there are lots of trees around), just in my college self. And there are certain moments when girls approach me and ask me for help in math class. That’s cool. This happened in real life too. When I was so insecure and depressed I didn’t know what to do with myself. Whatever. Such is life as a teenager.

I remember getting on and off a bus, but don’t really remember what happened on the bus. I also remember coming back for my pencil. I don’t even remember what the hell was in the pencil.

And I walk a lot. I always walk a lot in my dreams.

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