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Dreams are okay. They are fun to have sometimes, and they make the nighttime more interesting.
All right, forgive me if I sound a little unenthusiastic. It’s intentional. I hold no grudge against dreams, but at the same time, I don’t put a lot of stock in them. They don’t mean anything to me. They aren’t mystical. They aren’t special. They are just a routine bodily function, kind of like a biological garbage disposal.
But I have to admit that occasionally dreams are intriguing, even fun. Some of my favorites are when I have a dream related to books or reading.
I’ve had dreams where I enter the story of a book. In dreams like this, I often interact with the characters but we don’t always follow the book’s storyline. It’s like subconscious fan fiction. The one I remember best involved me and my best friend joining up with the H.I.V.E. crew and I ended up getting stuck in an elevator shaft. It helped me spy on people, though, so I wasn’t mad. Also, my best friend was pretty good at fighting—notable because we both would get killed if we ever did any James-Bonding in real life.
I’ve had dreams where I take pieces of books, or even movies, and turn them into something else. This definitely has something to do with the garbage disposal idea. If I was reading or watching something before bed, my bed processes that by occasionally inserting a favored fictional character into whatever else I’m dreaming about. The most interesting one I can think of was one where a young Harrison Ford piloted a clockwork spaceship manned entirely by squirrels.
(No, I did not make that up.)
I’ve also had dreams where they are related to books because I spend the dream reading. This might be the kind of dream I remember most often. I once had a dream where I sat in a chair and read Encyclopedia Brown and had trouble solving the mysteries. I had another dream where I sat at my computer and read reviews on Amazon. And, occasionally, I read other stuff, too. I’ve dreamed that I’ve been chatting with my friends on an Internet Relay Chat or Facebook and just chatted for a while.
I like these kinds of dreams. I don’t usually remember a lot of dreams, so dreaming about books often gives me something to hold onto when I have something I want to remember and write down. It works for me. And it makes me a little curious: