I had a strange dream last night. It was like being trapped in a novel. Everything centered around a young child who told lies. The kid continued to tell lies regardless of the actions taken by adults in an attempt to correct the behavior. Despite the pattern of misery this created, the child kept lying into early adulthood, unconvinced their behavior had consequences. While studying at university, the liar becomes more aware of their government. Soon, it’s obvious the government has been lying to its citizens for years. The pain of being deceived becomes a teacher, and an effective reminder to always tell the truth.
It’s possible I need to take a break from reading Dickens novels for a while. (My first hint an interest has passed over to obsession is weird and intense dreams.) At least it wasn’t another World of Warcraft dream. Those are so surreal because they’re almost identical to playing the game, except for the pop-up messages from Blizzard during login. For some reason, Blizzard is like an old philosopher-poet who might be a bit lonely in my weird dreams. When awake, the pop-up messages offer in-game tips and suggest you go outside once in a while, (in kinder terms). In my dreams, they question my loyalty to the Alliance and make me feel guilty for abandoning my farms when Warlords of Draenor came out. And doing the same with my garrisons when Legion came out.
It totally stresses me out because for some reason, when I’m asleep, all of my adulting skills vanish. It’s not like I have a vast amount, to begin with. The only good part about WoW nightmares is when I awaken and recognize there are perks to being an adult, after all. I’m addicted to the ability to reason with myself when my inner 5-year-old is threatening mutiny. Of course, I’m loyal to the Alliance. But it’s a game meant for enjoyment in my spare time, not a job. Why I can’t recall that obvious fact when I’m caught in a nightmare, I don’t know. It does feel a bit like I’m aging from toddler to adulthood every morning during my walk from my bed to the bathroom. (I start out with shitty balance and legs that aren’t sure they can support me.) Shit. I’m getting old.