Before I retired, an unwanted visitor oft frequented my chambers. He arrived in the wee hours and woke me from my slumbers. Thankfully, these visits were rare, but just who was this nocturnal guest? Perhaps the ghost of Christmas past?

No, my specter was sadly mundane –

“’twas work what roiled me dreams.”

Jarred rudely awake, my heart raced as I blinked away the last vestiges of my sleep. I would then find my brain already engaged on a nagging engineering problem. So aroused, I would confront the issue. Weigh possible alternatives and solutions, or occasionally rehearse an upcoming presentation. Once I could shoo away my unwanted guest, I’d put the problem to bed, and return to sleep.

These sessions were surprisingly productive, although I suspect that I would’ve reached the same conclusion in the morning.

The pragmatist in me says, “Oh, you merely ate something that didn’t agree with you. Perchance you’ve got some sleep apnea.”

He’s probably right. Still, the romantic in me points to Albert Einstein. “See, you’re just like him, you can solve problems in your sleep.”

Yea, I’d like to think that.

Retired now, with no business and few engineering problems to solve, my spectral guest continues to visit. Like old friends, we consult to take on the day’s problems.  Of course, now those problems aren’t earth shattering – no unified field theory, no intractable structural calculus,  just food (new diet you see), or woodworking.

So anyway, I continue to solve problems in my sleep.  Yea, it probably is something I ate.

Still, a guy can dream.

David L Dahl.

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