Dreams, Dreams, Dreams

I fell asleep tonight listening to a podcast about the measurement problem in quantum mechanics. If you're not a student of the fundamental nature of reality, you may not be familiar with the subject, which is sometimes called the "hard problem" of quantum mechanics.

I could take a short break here to explain the concept but I'd risk putting you to sleep, and I'd rather tell you my story—though admittedly, a podcast that knocked me unconscious hardly makes a compelling advertisement for the topic.

I slept through most of the 90-minute podcast and continued to sleep through the following program, which was about ancient history—specifically Rome during the reign of Tiberius Caesar and the end of the Roman Republic. If you aren't familiar with that particular species of Caesar, and if you aren't familiar with the hard problem, may I ask: What the hell have you done with your life?

Please take no offense; I meant none. I just wanted to remind you that we live in a fascinating world full of exciting opportunities, and that world is all there is—there's nothing more. To make the most of this marvelous gift, you must follow your natural curiosity about anything that intrigues you.

Am I lecturing? I am, aren't I? Forgive me. I should be more careful. You see, I woke in the middle of the night--only a few minutes ago, and I'm a bit wooly-headed like a sheep in a wind tunnel. Probably not the best time to write a blog post, and yet, if I wait until my head clears, I'll forget the details. Come to think of it, I'm forgetting the details now. Let's get back to the dream.

In the dream, I was a child surrounded by playmates and we stood on the veranda of my home perched on a hillside overlooking a protected harbor in Atlantis—yes, that Atlantis, the one that sank faster than my attention span during quantum physics podcasts.

We were engaged in watching a sailing ship in the harbor below us. The ship's painted sails dropped as soon as it entered the harbor, and several rows of oars appeared to move it to the loading docks. I was five when I first had this dream. It comes back regularly as if to remind me that I've had another life.

See? Aren't you happy I kept you awake? The alternative was missing this riveting account of how I fell asleep during an intellectually stimulating podcast only to dream about a mythical civilization. But don't let it fool you. My dream isn't about the life I've lived--it's about a life I wish I'd lived.

Oh, the stories I could tell you, and yet the stories I do tell are about squirrels in my backyard, my espresso klatch at Circular Journey Cafe, and sometimes I tell you stories about writing my blog posts.

All very entertaining stuff to be sure. It must be exciting to be you--looking forward to a new Circular Journey blog post to start your day. It must be like anticipating a mystery gift box from Amazon Prime.

Oh, yes! The Circular Journey blog post of the day! What a gift. It sounds like a music video and smells like a shopping mall food court. Enjoy it, my friend. I do it all for you. I do it for me too but, for me, it's never a surprise.