> The mind works in mysterious ways. I once learned in a psychology class that this is most likely caused by a relaxing muscle suddenly spasming, and the mind incorporates it into your dreams, turning it into falling off a step or tripping, for example. Of course, this is only theory, but it seems much more plausible than a "memory" of millions of years ago.

The mind seems to incorporate a lot of real-life things into dreams simultaneously. Like when you have that dream that some lady is talking to you and you can't hear what she's saying, then you wake up and it's your mom, come to get you out of bed. But she's only *just* arrived in the bedroom, and you could swear you've been having the dream for at least ten minutes. Weird, and kind of creepy.

Years ago (and it's with great embarassment that I relate this) I had a bed-wetting problem. I mean, it's not something I could ever seem to control, and I hated it. But often I would have the disgusting dream that I was sitting on a toilet trying to "go," and nothing would come out. And I would try and try and try, then finally it would come out, but I felt no relief, just shame... and immediately I'd wake up. By then it would be too late, for I had already wet the bed, but I must have only begun to do so because there was still plenty of fluid in there for me to run to the restroom and dispose of properly. The dream seemed to last a lot longer than it actually did. I think the dream was some sort of "battle," if you will, between my rational consciousness and my subconscious mind. One part of me was saying that it was okay to urinate because it was just a dream and it wasn't real. The other part of me kept trying to remind me that because it was a dream, what I did would have actual consequences. Either way, I did know I was dreaming but couldn't wake myself out of it. And I didn't have any control over whether I actually did urinate or not. It would either just happen or not happen, and usually it happened. Sadly, I had this dream many times before I conquered my problem. And yes, I am all better now. Gosh, that was a gross paragraph. Sorry for not warning you.

Dreams are cool things. That is, when they're not totally disgusting or creepy. I like the scene transition in the movie The Matrix where Neo is in the nightclub and the music is thumping wildly. Then the beat swells up and gets more raspy sounding, then worse, then all of a sudden you notice it's not music any more, it's Neo's alarm clock going off and he's in bed the next morning, late for work. You're not sure if the nightclub was real or a dream. I've had a lot of dreams like that, that seem real, then blend seamlessly with reality to complicate matters further.

My two little brothers, ages 9 and 11, are best friends but still can't seem to get along with each other hardly ever. It's funny to go into the bedroom they share at night and hear them talking in their sleep, arguing with each other in disputes that occur only in their heads. They don't interact though; the conversations always come out one sided, like when you listen to someone talking on the phone but can't hear whoever they're talking to. "No, stop it!...Because I said so...Give it back!...I'm telling Mom" etc. Funnily enough, both brothers do this, but never on the same night. Yeah, dreams are weird.

-useless"I like The Matrix a lot, I do"ness