In the most literal sense, I'm grateful for my bed as a place of comfort and rest. Like, when I take a midterm that is a complete and utter waste of my time, it's nice to come back and lay in my cozy bed and just think about life, retreat into intravertedness for a while. Today I had such an occassion, as the Counseling midterm I took only took me 30 minutes to complete, so I had free time before the next thing I had to do, time that I used to go home and lay in my bed. This midterm was beyond a joke, and in fact, I actually referenced Shrek on it as a challenge made by another cohort-mate who undoubtedly, didn't think I would seriously do it.
And who knows, maybe I'm just lacking the self motivation to take my grad program seriously, but the echoes of my peers suggest that we have a legitimate problem with the lack of intellectual stimulation provoked in our classes. My brain cells may be dying in class, but at least I can come home, lay in my cozy bed, and pick up a book involving ideas and thought.
In another sense, my bed is also where I learn alot about myself. No, I don't mean in the sexual sense, though I certainly encourage the dirty thoughts if you're thinking them.
I mean dreams. Sometimes in the busy pace of life, I forget to stop and think about myself. I rely on my dreams to give me some indication of how 'self' is doing, and spend probably more hours than is healthy googling dream interpretations for different words like "shoes" and "teeth." I keep a notepad by my bed to write down any dreams or interesting thoughts I want to come back to in my waking state; I forget things quickly but a few jotted words or phrases can jog my memory.
This morning, for instance, having knocked my notepad onto the floor in the middle of the night, I woke up to the following text reminder of my dream - as apparently my phone was the quickest way to document something at 3am:
Friends sampling 5 cookies. Mad at self bc I already bought whole cookie. Didn't know about sample size cookies. Cost was too high to buy 5 samples bc already spent money on whole. Bought 3 sample cookies.
Much to my surprise, the consensus on dream interpretation sites about my purchasing and consumption of cookies is that I am letting trivial matters annoy me and interfere with my life. I would've thought it meant I was just gluttonous, which I am particularly when it comes to sweets. Evidently though, I only let 3 cookies annoy me, while my friends let up to 5 cookies annoy them - so I suppose that's a good thing for me.
Racking my brain for things that have annoyed me lately, the only conclusion I can come to is that my graduate program isn't adding up to my intellectual growth, and I'm annoyed that it wastes several hours of my time in classes each week. And maybe my dream is trying to tell me to take responsibility for that - who knows, maybe writing about Shrek on my midterm for my own entertainment didn't actually enhance my learning or growth.
Or maybe my dream is trying to tell me that I've already broken one whole cookie annoyance down into smaller, more minor cookie annoyances. Maybe it's all bullshit and someone puts up this stuff just to see who's stupid enough to buy into it; a conclusion I came to when I started reading about distinctions between dreams of chocolate chip cookies and dreams of oatmeal cookies. I don't really know what it all means.
But I do know that I love my bed.
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