Joe Goldberg Working hard
When I was tired, I used to be able to hear this strange noise. I think it was the sound of the blood pumping through the veins inside my ear, it was a pulsing “hushh” noise. Very calming, actually.
I used to call it my “dream costumes”, as if the characters in my dreams were backstage getting ready for tonight’s performance.
I remember standing in the doorway to my sister’s room in footie pajamas, while my parents put her to bed. I was zoning-out, listening to my dream costumes, and my parents asked me what I was doing. I told them, and needless to say, they were very confused.
Now when my kids say things that I don’t understand, I try to remember that it probably makes perfect sense to them inside their heads.
I can still make the dream costumes sound for a split second by constricting my ears, but it never happens involuntarily any more.