Tired again, and it's only Monday morning.

I've been through phases of having particularly vivid dreams before, often with memorably surreal bits that are worth writing down afterwards; but right now I seem to be in a phase of having particularly incomprehensible dreams, that don't make sense and don't add up. And my ability to do basic logic is just about awake enough during the dream to dimly realise this, which means I spend the whole time being somewhat confused; periodically I'll half wake up, turn over, decide it's clearly silly and I should dream something else instead, and drift unsuccessfully back into the same nonsense. Feels strangely unfulfilling, and I wake up still tired but unwilling to lie in in case I dream anything else like that.

When the postman got me out of bed on Saturday morning (I wonder if I can persuade the landlord to let me enlarge my letterbox so that DVD-sized packages will fit through it) I was downright relieved to be permanently removed from an entirely confusing dream. It's not like having nightmares as such, it's just that the dreams cost more mental energy to try to understand than they give me back in terms of rest and recuperation. <myth type="urban">Like celery.</myth>

Hmm, that's probably a good name for them in fact. Mental celery.