This morning, I decided that my project for the day would be to paint my firetruck. It’s an olde tyme firetruck – no top, with the ladders hung on the sides. I thought I’d give it a nice new red paint job. Then, a couple of things occurred to me. First, it’s not the weekend. And second, I don’t have a firetruck, which is odd, because I was looking at it, and there it was. That’s when a third thing occurred to me: I was dreaming. I’ve been doing a lot of that lately. I’m not quite sure if I’m awake or asleep, but it feels like I’m awake, and I know I’m dreaming. More like daydreaming, really. It’s kind of strange. I’m hoping to get to the point where I can do things like fly on demand or something.

I used to think it’d be great if you could learn to segment your brain, so that half of it was on automatic, and used to accomplish the boring day-to-day tasks, while the other half could conjure up a fantasy world that you could more or less stay in all the time, unaware of what the other half was up to. I mean, you wouldn’t need much of a job – just enough to buy some food and rent a time little place to live, because you’d always be in a better place. You wouldn’t need to interact with much of anything outside of your imagination.

Yep, that’d be nice.