Continued from
Though this be true, I must nevertheless here
consider that I am Sophy, and that, consequently I am in the habit of ingesting
excessive amounts of caffeine, sleeping, and representing to myself in dreams
those same things, or even sometimes others less probable, which a humorous
person keeps in mind in the event one occurs – this way, you’re poised to
laugh. How many times have I dreamt that I was laughing and dancing with all my
friends, who were all dressed rather extravagantly, when I was instead lying in
bed floating on luxurious Egyptian sheets? At present moment, however, I certainly look
funny sitting here with this laptop draped across my lap, boots up on the bed,
tea by my side, with eyes wide awake; I type with purpose (or lack thereof); I
extend my fingers consciously and with express purpose; and I perceive it; the
occurrences in sleep are not so distinct as all of this. Still I cannot forget
that, at other times I have been deceived in sleep by similar ridiculous
illusions; and, attentively considering those cases, I perceive so clearly that
there exist no certain marks by which the state of laughing can ever be distinguished
sleep, that I feel greatly entertained and astonished; and in amazement I
almost persuade myself that I am now dreaming that I am laughing.
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