strange dreams

I have been sick for the past few days – it started off with a normal cold but after flying in from the West Coast late on Thursday night, it has gotten far worse. Not only am I coughing up some rather ugly looking phlegm but I have a bit of a fever that gets much worse at night. These fevers have produced some interesting dreams/hallucinations.

I “wake up” feeling very hot and sweaty and damp. I immediately try to remember where the   control is for the electric blanket. I can’t find them, which is not surprising as I don’t have an electric blanket. But the search goes on for some time (in my half waken dream state). I get more and more frustrated as I can’t figure out how to turn off the heat.

 I then get into an interesting debate with myself/another being. I insist that I am real in that I have arms and legs etc and that the world around me is real. The bed is real as are the furnishings in my room. The other part of me argues that nothing is real - that while we do exist, it is a being without form.  That we all live in a world where our existence as we imagine it is exactly that – our imagination.  I have this partial imagine in my mind – millions of bubbles drifting in an otherwise empty space – each containing an entity – the bubbles touch each other – bumping gently and for a time some of them stay connected – but each bubble creating its own world.

It is hard to explain in the cold light of the morning but in the middle of the night, as I toss and turn, trying to find some way of arranging the pillows so that my sinuses can drain, it makes absolute sense to me – we all exist in isolation and we all have complete control over our environment.

 Which gets me to the point of all of this. Why can’t I make this damn cold go away?