Confession #3

I realize that I am late with this confession, but I think the insanity of the last four days gives me a reasonable excuse. I won't bore you with the details though. Straight to business:

I occasionally have otherwise dull dreams in which everyone—myself included—speaks with a British accent.

It's not just a typical American-trying-to-sound-English-by-failing-to-pronounce-any-and-all-Rs accent either. Nope, my brain goes all out and hands people specific regional accents and everything! (Some hold the opinion that I watch too many British television series. I say that's rubbish.)

The first time it happened, I woke up and thought, “Huh. Well that was odd...” then wished it would happen again so I could enjoy it more. It has happened numerous times since, but in my dreams it seems perfectly natural to have a mom from Cardiff and a brother from York, so I don't even realize that it's funny until the dream is over and I'm awake. But, I suppose if I were lucid in the dreams, the accents would fade away and it wouldn't be amusing anymore. (Yes, lucid dreams are controllable, but the most I've ever accomplished without accidentally waking myself up was making my shoes disappear. Trying to maintain all the fun accents would take too much effort and I would just give up and awaken myself out of frustration.)

On another note, I've also had dreams in black and white, and once I had one that was all cartoonified. Most of them are just so bizarre and twisted that I can't even begin to describe them. I think my brain must get bored when I go to sleep. Perhaps that is why it tries and tries to keep me awake all the time...?