Daytime is usually … reasonable.  There’s a basic pattern to it as our daily tasks unfold.  There are surprises, of course, but they’re still in the realm of what we know.

When I step out on my street called the Oudburg in the morning, I know that my neighbour Lieven may be sitting on his chair, or often not.  But I’m pretty sure I won’t wake up to find that his building has disappeared.

But what about nighttime?  My life moves from the vertical to the horizontal.  I may toss and turn some, but I’ve come to expect that, as well as my need to pee at least twice overnight.

As for those other hours of darkness … I don’t know.  I have lots of dreams – many of them so detailed, and some of them remembered.  Where exactly am I when they’re showing on my personal movie screen?  Hmm.

I’ve heard about REM sleep and deep sleep but as far as I know I’ve never watched myself do that stuff, especially the part where my eyes are moving behind my lids.

Okay, all of that is fine, but the question remains …

Where do I go?

I wonder if Google can help me.  I’ll enter “Where do I go when I’m sleeping?” in the search box and see what happens.

***

Ah hah!  Some “Assistant” has answered me.  Here’s “the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth”:

Philosophically and spiritually, different cultures and belief systems offer varied interpretations.  Some traditions suggest that the soul or consciousness may travel to different realms or dimensions during sleep.  This idea is often tied to concepts of astral projection or spiritual journeys, where the soul explores other planes of existence.

Okay then.  There you have it.  I’m out and about in the wee hours, roaming through some never never land.

Perhaps in a Boeing 747!