Of the many reasons that are true, it is indeed because of boredom, that I sleep and that I sleep a lot. On one such occasion, whereby I was bored, I fell asleep and I dreamt, that I fell asleep and I dreamt of a green poisonous snake with no name. The green poisonous snake bit me several times on my feet in the dream in the dream. I woke up in my dream and I recalled the dream to a happy green snake, who is a friend. I said,
"I dreamt of a green poisonous snake with no name." The happy green snake friend, who also had no name, and is usually quite harmless, and lived in a strawberry field, said,
"Hee! Hee!"
To this, I was not sure if it was directed to itself, or to me, so I asked, somewhat accusingly,
"What do you mean by that? Was it you who was pretending to be the green poisonous snake in my dream? Was it you who bit me?"
The happy green snake did not reply me. Instead, as somewhat quite predictable of non-sequential dreams, the happy green snake and I just both chose some strawberries to eat. The snake was more particular about the colour, shape, and size of the strawberries it chose to swallowed after two chomps. ("Chomp! Chomp!") On the other hand, I chose and ate some sour strawberries with less deliberateness and tact, though I did enjoy the circumstances very much, anyway.
Soon, the day broke, even though I did not notice that it was night. The happy green snake slithered away; and it will bother nobody and will have nobody to bother it back. I knew that the snake will live and be happy forever until that day when its heart gets broken, and I dread for that day to come, although I understand that it is inevitable.
Waving goodbye, I woke up from the dream too and to my curiousity, there were two new mosquito bites on my feet, in the place of the snake bites in my dream in my dream.
Now, simply because I remember to recall, I must indulge in wonderings if mosquito bites, or what I think are mosquito bites, are really snake bites in dreams of dreams? Or if the happy green snake was really the green poisonous snake which bit me? Or if the mosquito bites are really the manifestations of the sour dream strawberries I had enjoyed eating?
Perhaps it was not the happy green snake I met afterall, it was the green poisonous snake who was pretending to be my happy green snake friend all along? Perhaps, I did not dream that I woke up in my dream... Perhaps, I dreamt that I woke up from my dream when I was still dreaming it.
For the mercy of how every morning sky is both a beautiful and meaningless sight, can life be any bit more interesting? If any of my "perhaps" was true like that? If I am not recalling my dreams, but am just dreaming another dream?
I seriously, seriously doubt. Although, I am pretty sure the mosquito bites will still be itchy, anyhow. With my sureness, I dedicate all my capacity for melodrama to remorse and despair before boredom robs me of it.
