You know you’ve reached a weird level with Twitter when it somehow manages to creep into your dreams. Yeah, I wish I could say I was joking about that, but I’m not. So, prior to waking up for my Sunday morning run, I had a strange dream. In it, I was at a vantage point that must have been from the Toronto islands or something. You see, I had a clear view of the Toronto skyline. It was early in the morning. I don’t remember the context of the events, but all of a sudden buildings started collapsing. All I could do was watch and react with a great deal of shock. I actually felt like I was watching it on a screen or something. All of a sudden, the CN Tower crumbled. It snapped in half from the middle, and the spire just fell down crushing a large amount of people on the ground and killing whoever was still in the observation decks. I was just screaming at how unbelievable the situation was. I was shaking and in so much shock, but somehow had the clarity of mind to tweet about it. I ended up producing something like this:

And that’s when I woke up. The sunlight was piercing through the blinds. From my alarm clock I could see that it was around 5:45 in the morning. As I lay in bed trying to process what I’d just dreamt, I was just feeling really uneasy. Part of me had an urge to pop onto the laptop to make sure that I didn’t actually post a tweet like that. Yes, I knew it was unlikely, but part of me feared that I might have actually had the energy to get up and write about it. That part of the dream was the only part believable, really.

No, I didn’t really write on Twitter about the tower collapsing.

Seeing the buildings collapse was creepy. I mean, automatically, my mind sort of draws some mild similarities to the incident in September 2001. Back then I was working at General Electric, and we were all gathered in front of a TV screen. It was completely unreal watching the buildings collapse. It honestly took my breath away. That’s the feeling that was carried through in this dream. There was just an unreal quality to it making it feel like I was watching a movie of sorts. That feeling was followed by an immense sadness.

I’m trying to analyze what it all means, and really all I can think about is how I’m likely just completely disappointed in the state of Toronto these days. I don’t want to get political in any way (really, I don’t), but there’s a lot that just makes me scratch my head. The whole strike situation is rather embarrassing, isn’t it? I suppose the collapsing of the skyline in my dream might be an indicator of how the ideal images I have of the big city are collapsing. Makes sense, no?

Anyway, I must say that I’m not a big an of dreams that leave me feeling uneasy when I wake up. I guess, really, who would be? In those cases I honestly feel like my emotions were put through the wringer. In the end, I just wake up feeling exhausted. I suppose over-analyzing right now isn’t going to help me any. I should get some sleep, but I really hope that I won’t dream up something that strange any time soon.