The Science of Sleep

Dream #3: Roommate Ricky

When I entered college, a lot of things in life changed. One of them was the patterns of my dreams. Before freshman year, with the exception of the Killer Orlando Bloom dream, my dreams rarely began as normal day, i.e. With me waking up from sleep in my dream. Once college started, however, I started to have many of these dreams. They began with me waking up for the day, then something ridiculous and fantastical would happen, and they'd end with me going to sleep at the end of the “dream day”. In the dreams, my room looked exactly as it did in real-life. Sometimes my roommate would be there, sometimes she wouldn't.

Now, normally in these dreams I would at least have to leave my room before the ridiculousness would begin. In this particular dream, however, the craziness began as soon as I “woke up”. The sound of my roommate making unnecessary noise. I woke, disgruntled, and turned to my roommate who was rummaging around my desk. The thing is, in the dream, Ricky Martin was my roommate. He happened to be making a mosaic on a plant pot. “Ricky,” I grumbled with agitation, “Do you have to do that now? I'm trying to sleep.”

He gave me an unconcerned shrug and continued gluing tiles. The thought of filling out a room change form occurred to me before going back to sleep and actually waking up from the dream.

The End