I was tired and beaten dead. A four hour flight can really take its toll on you, especially if you hate flying and the flight has been delayed by over an hour. Adding to the misery was that the vacation was over, I was headed back, from the exuberant SFO, to the morbid College Station (CS). After an agonizing two hour wait in the Houston airport (IAH), the shuttle arrived. The driver was the same one who had taken me from CS to IAH 2 weeks back. He is a student at Huntsville majoring in music. He is a venezuelan whose parents moved to US for a better life. We had a good chat with another Iranian on the shuttle 2 weeks back, we simply took off from where we left off. Somewhere in the middle of the two hour journey, he was on his cell phone talking to his employer. That broke the thread of conversation between us, for the split second that my my mind was blank, an intense fatigue swept over me.
I was drifting away to sleep and I knew it. Again, I was talking to the driver. But this time, the converstion seemed like a series of disconnected statements. Yet, in a wierd way, it seemed logical. It was funny coz I was completely at ease talking like that, and that wasnt me at all. Suddenly I felt a load on my neck. I had let me head fall ahead in sleep, and that woke me up with a start. The driver was still on the phone. It didnt take me long to realize what happened. I was dreaming and, the wierdest thing was that, only a part of my dream was my imagination at work. The words he was speaking on the phone was actually his part of the conversation in my dream. My mind was actually making up may part of the conversation to make sense of his monosyllabic answers. That simply means my dream was actually a response to external stimuli. My mind would hear the words, and then make up appropriate questions/responses that I should have had to ellicit such a repose from the driver, and then play the dialogue to me as a dream! Mind’s seemingly infinite ability to regress had me spellbound.
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