For two straight nights, I had the weirdest dream. In my dream, I was being interviewed over my “breakthrough” and insightful explanation of why people were bisexual. I knew I was dreaming, which made this all the more weird but my explanation made perfectly good sense to the part of my mind that was still awake.
But as you might expect, when I woke up the next morning, I couldn’t remember what I had said – but I could still remember the sense of excitement I felt during my interview. It made me laugh to myself and I chalked it up to just one of those weird dreams, like the one I had that had me waking up knowing I could fly a helicopter, something I’ve never done.
The things that go on in your head while you sleep, huh?
Anyway, I climb into bed and ready for a good night’s sleep… and the interview picked up where it left off and I do remember thinking, “What the hell is this?” The interviewer was hammering me with all the stereotypes and questions about diseases, broken marriages, you name it – if it was negative and applied to bisexuality, I got hit with it.
And, yes, I knew I was dreaming; it was like I was sitting and watching something on TV. But there I was, smiling politely and responding to the torrent of questions calmly but with a certainty which left no doubts about what I was saying which, as best as I can remember being awake, was that being bisexual was very normal human behavior and that it shouldn’t be seen as deviant behavior… and the rest of the world agreed.
My recitation of the facts of my breakthrough were brilliant and inspired – hell, I even thought so while being aware of my dream! I woke up the next morning and really tried to remember what I had said during my interview but, alas, it just eluded me… but, damn, it was good – every single word of it.
I realized that it wouldn’t gain me any insight to keep forcing myself to remember so I decided to let it go… and hoped there would be a “part 3” to this very unusual dream when I went to bed – but if I dreamed, I wasn’t aware of it when I got up the following morning.
But the sense that I just knew the answer stayed with me; I thought that I had better write about this before it, too, faded away to whatever place such things go. It just wasn’t an answer – it was the answer and oh, how I wish I could remember what I had said…