How Do Dreams Work ....?

 No. I don't need any 'Interpretation' shit here. Don't care if ye a crystal clutcher or a qualified, Freudian fucking analyst. I'm not interested.

 But, I had a dream this morning which raised, once again, a question that's bugged me for some years now. It wasn't the style or content aspect. It was how it ended and I woke up.

 Bear with me a bit here then and I'll try to explain, so's better to frame my question:

 So, I'm with my bro', right? We're walking down some road, somewhere. We'd actually been doing plenty of other shit before this point. But, ye know how dreams are. They make little enough sense and tend to pop from one situation to another. I'll start with this relevant stage.

 There's this guy in front of us. Trouble. Guy's ye typical Portsmouth to Glasgow fucking lunatic. Half cut. Staggering. Muttering threats around himself.

 Then, we pass this other idiot, laid out on the wayside. He's got a bottle in his hand and is no better shape than the first one. This cunt gets up and starts following us. It soon becoming apparent that these two are a pair.

 Okay. Now, what I really told ye That much bollocks for was to give ye some sense of time scale. Right? Like, we've followed loon number one for long enough to walk past the other idiot. Now we're walking between the two. 

 Walking. Taking steps. Five steps has got to take a few seconds, right? So, how about we say this dream sequence must've taken five to ten seconds to 'see'. Hold that point for a moment, please.

  Then ~ as dreams go ~ we're walking down a crowded street. First loon's still in front. Cunt behind us has, some time since, smashed his empty bottle and is carrying the neck end. Very nasty looking piece of the rest sticking out from his fist.

 I'm aware that he's armed. I've spotted the broken bottle in his hand. I can hear him growling his bollocks as we all stride down this street. And am pretty certain he's gonna blow, any minute, and come at my Bro' or me.

  Bang! He's made his move. Lunged forward and, in a split second, I'm aware of this vicious length of broken glass about to make contact with the skin over my necks carotid artery.

   In the next split second, I've grabbed for his wrist. I'm gonna break this bastards arm, even as I kick his fucking lungs out!

  Only, I'm awake now. I always wake up like a light switch. And Orange Dog has just stretched, in her sleep, poking her legs out so that one of them brushed my neck ..... Thank god I only snatched her leg!

  Now; What the fuck gives there, eh? Even without all the preamble I haven't mentioned, I must've been dreaming this dream for over five seconds, extreme minimum. Probably more like a couple of minutes or so.

  And, the sense of if was that it was gonna go off. We've been walking between these two lunatics for at least ten strides. Probably a lot more.

  How the fuck come then that this whole scenario was set up, inside my head, for double figure seconds and came to an obvious and predestined conclusion; 

 But with the finesse that even the exact physical point of target ~ right side of my neck ~ should happen to be where Orange Dog 'later' touched me?

 Orange Dog wasn't in my dream. She could hardly have been dreaming my dream. She was herself simply fast asleep and stretched her legs at a given, exact, moment to coincide with my dream.

  I'm sure ye've all experienced similar stuff before? Someone knocks ye door at 'the right moment' to fit perfectly into a dream that would take minutes to act out?

  How the fuck does this happen? Do our dreams know the immediate future of what our sleeping Dogs are going to do? 

 Or, does our brain manage to concoct a whole fucking scenario around a Dog thrusting a foot out ~ then play the whole, involved story to our minds eye in that millisecond before we have a grip on that foot? 

  Do You know? Cos I'm fucked if I do!