So, one of my favorite movie paradoxes ever is in the first Chronicles of Narnia movie, where the Pevensie kids go to Narnia through the wardrobe and end up staying there as kings and queens for fifteen years. However, when they accidentally stumble upon their home-world again, they come tumbling out of the wardrobe at precisely same age as when they had entered the wardrobe fifteen years, or was it fifteen seconds, ago. Well, I've been having a sort of similar experience. I haven't been journeying to alternate worlds full of white witches, talking beavers and prophecies that just so happen to be about me-though I constantly wish something like that would happen-but I've been having dreams that seem to last hours, when in fact I've only been sleeping for five minutes.

Now here is the weird thing

I'm used to having weird dreams-very weird dreams-but I learned in psychology last semester that you only dream in R.E.M. sleep. which takes much longer to get to than a measly, five-minute in-between-classes nap. Lately, when I lay down on my bed after chapel to shut my eyes for a few minutes, I find my-self almost instantly caught in a dream-today I dreamed that I was riding a Great Dane through my house, though the dog continued to tell me to get off of him, I was stuck in my old high school library, trying to replace a motivation poster on the wall that had been knocked down, but the walls were already full of motivational posters and fliers for pointless school meetings, and then there was something, I think, about an inflatable monster trying to eat me. Now, I know getting to R.E.M. varies on time, but I shouldn't be getting there in just two minutes.

Well, its been causing me a little bit of distress-since I wake up thinking I've been asleep for hours and that I've missed all of my classes-only to find out I've been asleep for about six minutes. Thank you internal alarm clock.

Who knows-maybe in one of these weird dream states I'll be dreaming about Angels on the Moon like Thriving Ivory
Thanx for reading this thought rant!

You may ask, when the end of the world is nigh’
By what apocalyptic force was our demise?
What creatures of vile appeared, and did any brave man try
To reject the Beast’s ugly brand and reveal the devil’s disguise?
Twas’ it the spray can’s pretty perfumes that killed the sky?
The robot designed to serve man but rose up in furious war cry?
Or maybe the mushroom cloud that blotted the sun’s all-seeing eye?
Perhaps even more, the plague, which doomed all men to die?
You may now ask, on Armageddon’s daisy-covered field,
When trumpets sound and the last few moments you try to steal,
If humanity is ready to accept their judgment sealed,
And what regrets linger in their hearts-with a thorny feel?
But only tell yourself, when the sky is falling and the sea’s rising,
With every finale, comes an encore, which will be very surprising.