The speed of dreams.
4:05 am
I wake up enough to look at the clock, then close my eyes to fall back asleep.
. . . I'm in Lyons, watching the road and the people driving to Estes . . . a local emergency crew rushes to set up a fake accident scene . . . they are staging a training exercise . . . we watch them for awhile . . . the crew comes inside . . . it's a public building and we prepare dinner . . . we are cleaning up . . . where is my knife? my favorite Henckel ten inch perfectly balanced chefs knife . . . my husband and I look everywhere for it . . . there are a lot of clean up areas and sinks and places knives are kept . . . I know I shouldn't have brought it but it was always safe before . . . I look in bins of knives in sink drainers in drawers on sinktops on magnetic wall holders but can't find it anywhere . . . none of the knives has the same feel or look . . . I mutter to my husband "it cost a hundred dollars" . . . I can't believe someone took it . . .
I come up out of the dream . . . at first in the blurry dream world where I know my knife is gone and then to the point where I make myself come to full wakefulness and make myself think about my knife safe in the kitchen downstairs and I know that it was just a dream. I look at the clock.
4:07 am
This is a true story: two minutes elapsed, bracketing my dream. Assume it would take some seconds - let's say 60 - to fall into and come out of a dream. So I had a minute of real-world time in a dream (as measured from an external observer) but I had about 3 hours of dream-world time: The fake accident is set up, we watch it, we prepare a meal and are cleaning up. So 3 dream-world hours per minute of real-world time. That's pretty cool!
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I wake up enough to look at the clock, then close my eyes to fall back asleep.
. . . I'm in Lyons, watching the road and the people driving to Estes . . . a local emergency crew rushes to set up a fake accident scene . . . they are staging a training exercise . . . we watch them for awhile . . . the crew comes inside . . . it's a public building and we prepare dinner . . . we are cleaning up . . . where is my knife? my favorite Henckel ten inch perfectly balanced chefs knife . . . my husband and I look everywhere for it . . . there are a lot of clean up areas and sinks and places knives are kept . . . I know I shouldn't have brought it but it was always safe before . . . I look in bins of knives in sink drainers in drawers on sinktops on magnetic wall holders but can't find it anywhere . . . none of the knives has the same feel or look . . . I mutter to my husband "it cost a hundred dollars" . . . I can't believe someone took it . . .
I come up out of the dream . . . at first in the blurry dream world where I know my knife is gone and then to the point where I make myself come to full wakefulness and make myself think about my knife safe in the kitchen downstairs and I know that it was just a dream. I look at the clock.
4:07 am
This is a true story: two minutes elapsed, bracketing my dream. Assume it would take some seconds - let's say 60 - to fall into and come out of a dream. So I had a minute of real-world time in a dream (as measured from an external observer) but I had about 3 hours of dream-world time: The fake accident is set up, we watch it, we prepare a meal and are cleaning up. So 3 dream-world hours per minute of real-world time. That's pretty cool!
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