Like, wow....

I had a dream last night. A vivid, lucid dream where the meaning of life - or at least an explanation of the opening up of my untapped subconscious - came to me. It all seemed totally simple yet utterly mind-blowing. I woke up in a sweat at about 4am with the most immense feeling of contentment, and realised i should write everything in my head down before it faded into the mists again. Of course, i couldn't be arsed looking for something to write it on, so resolved to just make sure i remembered it when i woke up again. 2 hours later? Nothing remains except vague fragments of words, most of which seem related to the book i've just finished and a variety of events that happened yesterday. The self-serving cynic in me thinks my dream was just the usual jumbled bunch of neurons firing in my brain, enhanced by not having any booze yesterday. The more depressing voice in my head sees it as a metaphor for my life in general - "you had the world in your grasp, if only you'd made some effort to do something about it". Ah well. At least the sun's out, eh?