Oy vey. It's so annoying to dream that I'm reading. Every time I trip over a typo and scan backwards to check context, the text I'd just read changes. If a sentence poses some interesting puzzle or inspires a tangential thought, when I resume reading the entire paragraph may be about something else, or (more often) may have become so jumbled as to no longer make sense. After a few rounds of that, I might get annoyed into waking up enough to realize that my eyes are closed (though sometimes I have to manage to wake up a little farther than that to fully understand that it means the book or magazine I was reading didn't actually exist). And when I make note of an interesting turn of phrase I wish to quote, it likely fades with the rest of the dream in the course of waking up enough to realize I'd been dreaming. And then, of course, there's the problem of half-remembering something a week later as, "I recall reading somewhere that ,,," and not being certain whether I was holding a magazine, or curled up under my blanket with my eyes closed near the end of some night's sleep, when I read it.
So a few minutes ago I woke up trying to reconstruct the riddle that amused me when I figured it out but which I forgot key parts of in the process of realizing that the magazine I found it in didn't exist and I needed to wake up to pee. "Why is [something] like root beer?", and the answer being that they were each one changed letter away from a financial term having to do with automobile loans. I can remember the layout of the page, its background colour and paper type (glossy but thin), and a wrinkle where something had creased it before I got my hands on it, but not the missing word nor why it seemed to make sense.
So is my unconscious telling me that I need to spend more time curled up with books and magazines instead of reading on the computer, reacting to the fact that I spend so very much of my time looking at text in general in any medium, or just being annoying for the sake of being annoying?
And how is what like root beer, dammit?