This post contains some very light spoilers for Matrix: Resurrections.
On Tuesday night I had a very pleasant dream: I dreamt that the polytechnic classmate I always liked went out on a date with me. The next day (in the real world), on Wednesday, I went to watch The Matrix: Resurrections. There was an interesting scene in the film, where one of the characters was explaining how the Matrix works: how human emotions, when experienced at the extremes — i.e. extreme adversity, extreme bliss, extreme nightmares — can generate far more energy for the machines than a normal captive at ease.
On Wednesday night I had a really unpleasant nightmare: I went to Japan on holiday, and saw a bus running over a pedestrian. His brains and body were split open. Very promptly, I woke up in the real world. It was 7am and I felt refreshed after feeling quite fatigued for the past few days.
If this is my body’s way of recharging itself, by generating energy from my brain’s pleasure and misery, then I’m worried for Thursday night (tonight). Sigmund Freud once hypothesised that dreams are a manifestation of your subconscious thoughts — they might convey your deepest, most closely guarded secrets; your innermost desires and wishes; or hidden hints and dangers that your mind is worried about.
Or maybe my brain is just a nonsense blender that comes up with whatever random concoctions that it can produce. The human mind works in mysterious ways sometimes.