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I had a couple of strange experiences today. Please don't give me shit for these, since I don't talk about things like this because of paradoxically simultaneous fears of being painfully normal or completely abnormal. And I hope you'll know this, but I'm really not making either of these up. And I'm not on drugs these days... not for years.
Experience One:
When I was snoozing after Amy left for work, I dreamt three consecutive dreams that I can remember, which is rare enough on its own. In each of the occasions, I had a role in averting some sort of personal catastrophe. In each of the cases, I mentally saw the possibility of disasterous consequences before a turning point. In each of the cases, I aided someone in making the correct decision to avert the problems. In each case, I saw the happily ever after, though I sought no credit for my actions. It was like a bad independent film. I looked online for dream interpretations to explain my apparent subconcious worries. As best as I can figure, I want to be some sort of hero and do things worthy of credit but not take it. Humility is something for which I do strive.
Experience Two:
This is definitely the odder of the two, especially when considering my beliefs on the supernatural and bullshit like that. While I was teaching class today, I had a few moments of a weird sense of detachment. It was the absolute strangest thing, but it was almost like my mind was operating simultaneously on two different planes for a brief time. In one plane, I was continuing my lecture on agricultural geography, specifically swidden agriculture when this occurred. At the same time, my mind also began drifting to our plans for the weekend, as though I was daydreaming. This is the weird part: I was totally in control of both sets of thoughts at the same time. It wasn't like normal daydreaming in that I was neglecting the other part of my actions. When I realized what was happening, the plane on which I was thinking about the weekend became disoriented, and I became confused in that plane that I was still lecturing while I was thinking about something completely different. Then, it's like I started listening to the lecture that I was giving with that "other" part of my brain to make sure I wasn't babbling incoherently... and I wasn't. My lecture was making perfect sense. Then, I basically said to myself that I needed to focus only on the lecture, and my thoughts joined back to giving my lecture. Once I finished a couple more sentences, I asked the class if everything was making sense, and they were just as engaged as normal... not more excited (which I would expect from brainless babbling) or less excited (a possible reaction of utter nonsense).
Like I said, I would call this daydreaming, except that I was totally in control of both trains of thought and both were working simultaneously at a normal capacity, so far as I could tell. And a lecture is not an easy thing to daydream while giving!
Maybe I'm completely abnormal and weird on this one. Whatever. That brief minute or two when this happened has been in the back of my mind all day, and it honestly has me a little worried. Maybe my brain is simply rebelling against overstimulation and stress.
Come on, spring break!
Posted by Your Friendly Neighborhood DJ on March 22, 2006 10:14 AM | Permalink
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