Relaxed already

I began my two-week break by going to bed and having what I can only describe as a very relaxing dream. In this dream, reincarnation worked, and worked properly with full memory of the previous life; so when I felt myself getting old, I transferred all my life savings into an anonymous web-based bank account and made very sure I could remember the password. Next thing I knew I was a five-year-old in another body with all my previous memories including that password, and lo, I was rich. Well, for a five-year-old, anyway.

There were two things that were particularly relaxing about this dream. One was the reasonably obvious one: that my second incarnation, and all subsequent ones, would never have the slightest fear of death, because they knew nothing permanent or bad was involved.

The other was that my biggest worry after being reincarnated was what I would say about it in my online diaries (whose passwords, of course, I could also still remember). It would, after all, involve recanting my lifelong lack of belief in weird supernatural stuff. (Specifically, my particularly strong disbelief in provable supernatural stuff; unprovable supernatural stuff like non-interventionist gods I have a marginally more open mind about, although I still think ‘probably not’ and ‘who cares anyway’.) The fact that merely posting to an online diary which was known to be owned by someone who was believed dead might make more waves than the things I chose to say didn't occur to me until I woke up :-)

Today my known commitments are to have lunch in a pub, and to sit on my sofa for three hours showing B5 to people. This seems likely to enhance my already considerable feeling of relaxation. Mmmmmm.