Dreams are a series of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations occurring involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep.
The content and purpose of dreams are not fully understood, though they have been a topic of speculation and interest throughout recorded history. The scientific study of dreams is known as oneirology.
At work, there was this project for which I was designing the database. I was continuously engaged in meetings and discussions about this requirement. Things are so well timed in life that I also happened to have agreed to paint the windows at home after work. After coming back from work I have exactly 30 minutes to relax and immediately after that I have to start with the painting. There were totally 11 HUGE windows to paint - all in 5 days.
I took it up as a challenge - only because I actually enjoy painting. So after painting for over 4 hours each night, I hit the sack way past midnight. Given my insomniac reputation, that was fine.
But just as my body tires a bit more than usual, my dreams get fuzzy. Work and home get mixed up...
I am struggling to find out a solution to store data about windows in two tables. I am writing SQL queries to fetch records from a table that stores data about windows and paint and when I join with the windows details table it gets messy.
I decide to start over again. I am scribbling in my notepad and scratching them off instantly. This goes on and on despite my Mom's belligerent efforts to wake me up from my mumbling sleep. I yelled at her and asked her not to disturb me as I am trying hard to fix this serious issue at work. She knew it was my usual sleep talk and gibberish and left me alone. It took me probably an hour to snap out of this infinite loop and wake up to reality.
These darn dreams are so real that they cook up your brains right in the morning!
I think I am an insomniac. At least I can say that I struggle from a sleeping disorder.
But since I possess this ability to clearly recall almost all of my dreams, I devote this blog to record my dream recalls as a ready reckoning for myself and as an open book for the rest of the world's amusement.