So I’m sleeping. My new Galaxy S2 was sleeping when I went to bed. It is now nearly 4AM and I have been awakened for the THIRD time by its beeps and when I power on the message is I’m “roaming” ---
OK. I have often pondered the existential question “Where do we go when we sleep?” --- now I know. My phone decides it’s lonely and wants to take a little trip, and just for fun, take me with it. Who knows where we have ventured this night, and other nights when it is left lonely in another room where it’s bleating goes unnoticed?
Sleep is a fascinating event in all our lives --- well, at least I think it is. We are here, in bed (or wherever) and our minds are having a heyday with all the junk left over from family, work, unfulfilled days, the music from a commercial (more about that and potatoes later). Just imagine the uncontrolled synapse activity that frolics in the folds of our brains. It might be likened to a teenager free from parental control for a weekend.
“Oh, honey, he’s 17, he’ll be fine alone for a couple of days. You know how he hates staying with someone like he’s still in elementary school.” Let the party begin!
Our brains must go into hyper-drive once we leave and go wherever it is “we” go and leave no one in charge. Just think of the possibilities --- a book read many years ago comes to the surface and becomes one with our left over stuff from the day and a movie is born. We call them dreams, but I think somewhere in there is a frustrated director, with more actors than he knows what to do with clamoring for a role in the latest production. No wonder we awaken confused and muddled and in desperate need of coffee to get fully past the remnants of yet another fugue state of the unfinished epic.
But what does my phone do when it goes roaming off and on all night?? Well, at least I can take some control and turn its power off --- that must be something akin to death for it. Will it be grateful when it once again has power in the morning --- at my whim?? No, it will battle me all day long with random beeps and try to roam when my attention is on actual work. And, just for fun, it will find a way to drain the battery dry.
Memory is the culprit. We have too much to remember and it gets worse with each day as we invent yet another log in to purchase something online, or, god help us, log on using the phone. Or search for the music that plays during a commercial, because it has been haunting us for days and, we just this second, had a “question” bubble to the surface and must know the answer.
Which brings me to potatoes (I said we’d get there --- what you don’t trust me in my ramblings?) A commercial for a bank is playing for several months now, with a gal gathering gear for a vacation --- nylons, shoes, a ring --- and next we see she is climbing some enormous pile of rocks in the desert and I swear the gal singing in the background says “…..savory mashed potatoes” as part of the lyrics. This had been floating around, along with the melody, in my head for days so, says I, “Why not Google it?” So I did. The words are actually “…somebody left the gate open”. The singer named LP has a strong voice and looks a little like a young Bob Dylan --- in an androgynous fashion. Because of course we are not satisfied with simple answers and find ourselves going down rabbit trails of information once we are in “I wonder” mode and connected to our laptops. If you want to know more about her check it out --- there is nearly a cult following about the potatoes miss-heard lyric. Who knew??
All this pondering still doesn’t tell me where we go when we sleep, or why my phone, which to my knowledge has no thought process to purge at the end of the day, finds a need to go roaming in the middle of the night. Maybe it picks up on my connection to Dylan and …… well, roams, like a rollin’ stone.