I should sleep more at night, so I sleep less during the day. However, when I fall almost but not quite asleep, that's when my brain does weird things. Today was no exception. Don't worry, my head didn't write any more country songs.

My job doesn't use enough of my conscious thought processes to keep my waking mind busy, so my thoughts are always wandering off and getting themselves into all sorts of trouble. Today I was contemplating what it must be like, mentally not physically, to die. Like if someone were to shoot me in the head right now, would my consciousness continue disembodied? If so, would my last thought be frozen in my head? I was thinking about this, and how a movie director might portray a death scene from the 1st person view, when I dozed off for a minute. I had a bizarre little dream about a little girl leading me into an underground tunnel where the tip of a crashed spacecraft had broken through the ceiling, and we were apparently searching for possible survivors. Then I did that little head bob thing you do when you wake up because your head was falling over with nothing to support it. It happened again, and I had another bizarre mini-dream, but I can't remember the second one.

The most humorous example of this sort of occurrence happened to me while in college. I was in one of my psychology classes. This class was particularly boring because the professor was retiring at the end of the semester and didn't feel like putting any effort into the class. So he just read to us from the text book every day. The upside of this was that I could either go to class or read the textbook, and I wouldn't have to do the other. And, he was giving easy A's as a parting gift to us all. But I digress. In this class I once dozed off in my famous "Taking notes" position (With my head supported in my left hand propped up on the elbow, and my other hand holding a pen at the ready, pointed at the paper). I had a min-dream, for some reason, that I was playing soccer. Unfortunately I wasn't asleep enough. I dreamed about kicking a game-winning goal, and then, in real life, kicked the living daylights out of the desk in front of me. Fortunately for others, but unfortunately for me, the desk was unoccupied. With no weight to hold it down, it went flying across the room, crashing into the wall under the chalkboard. Of course, everyone was staring at me with a mixture of amusement and terror, not least of which was the professor. Needing a quick excuse for what had happened, I said, "I thought I saw a bee come in the (open) window, and I was trying to kill it...I missed." After some deserved mocking laughter, I put the desk back where it belonged and class resumed. No one else dozed off in class that day.