Friday, September 15, 2006
Schrödinger's no brainer
Is there anything more dismal than a post that starts with "I had a really funny dream last night"? I know I'd zap, so feel free.
In fact, I woke up to P. shaking me and urging me from what seemed like a great distance to "calm down, calm down". It seems I had been shouting out in my sleep. I'd been shouting for a very good reason — a cat-out-of-hell had just ambushed me from a great height and I couldn't get it off my back.
My question is this: a bit of my brain concocted that dream so why didn't it tell the rest of my brain what it was setting up? How did a cat that I created manage to take me by surprise and frighten the sleeping nightlights out of me? I can see only one explanation: one of my brains has decided to go it alone.
(Photo borrowed from a Flickr user but I forgot to note whom, sorry)