Work

“Finally, from so little sleeping and so much reading, his brain dried up and he went completely out of his mind.”

― Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote

Exhaustion: it is a wonderful day outside; white light caresses every surface of the apartment and you lay on the bed covers. Your eyes are begging you for sleep, your body refuses to move even though it is really not that bad of a situation; your mind keeps wandering in every direction. Sleep is winning the battle, but you keep holding on to the beauty of such a rare day and the hope that coffee would save you from your misery. You don’t know if you should get up and try to be productive or stay and give in to the loving embrace of slumber.

Napping in the middle of the day would be such a waist, but so is to sit here debating what to do. On the other hand, there is no guarantee that coffee would change the situation which would result in a waist of perfectly good coffee. Even though you can buy coffee but not a nice spring day, wasting this delicious seed is worst then wasting time. Or is it? The perfect cup of coffee. The perfect sunny day. The perfect cup of coffee AND the perfect sunny day. Or getting all cosy under the covers. Letting sweet angelical dreams cuddle your mind while every single cell in your body relaxes. No worries, no duties, no pain, no stress. Just good ol’ oblivion. Unless you think about that theory. You know. The one where your dreams are just another reality. Meaning you are currently living two lives and in each one of them you can’t remember much of the other one. In which case you would go exhausted into your other life – and to be honest the other one seems way more dangerous given the dreams I’ve been having. What if you die in one of them but not the other? Is your death going to be stuck in your head forever? Or maybe that is why so many people can’t remember their dreams. They just didn’t make it. Does that mean they are dead inside? And what happens when they go to sleep? Do they die every night? Do they need less sleep? Maybe you can’t die until both sides of you are dead. Maybe you just live in somebody else’s dream. Hunting them to survive. I’m convinced that this is the dream and the dreams are our reality. You don’t think so? Why?

Are you sure?

If it’s because of the things you can do in real life, I can assure you that there are more things you can do in your dreams.

I think therefore I am? You can think in your dreams too. In them you can – with a lot of practice – change your reality as you wish. It’s like when you are exhausted, but the feeling of exhaustion is generated by your brain. And who controls that?  That’s right! You do! So, stop whining and go make yourself some shitty coffee you lazy bastard. You got work to do.

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