tired, or simply bored?

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I think I fell asleep in the cinema today. I say think because if I did it could only have been for a nanosecond and yet I distinctly remember dreaming. Dreaming is weird. Or is it the mind that's weird? So much detail and occurrences can be jam-packed into what amounts to barely seconds of sleep. Time is such a mystery. We were watching Star Trek, the new one. I was never a big fan of the programme, although I seem to have spent a fair amount of my childhood watching it on the tellybox, usually at tea-time, plates haphazardly placed on laps whilst aliens made love to Jim on screen. The most recent film struck me as being a tad wooden, in terms of both script-writing {sorry, Simon Pegg} and acting {sorry, Anton Yelchin, may you rest in peace}. At one point one of the characters picked up a rock that was obviously not a rock and was presumably a nod in the direction of the 1960s prop department. And just like that, the film was spoilt for me. So, then I fell asleep. I've never done that before. Husband has, and I was once enjoying Harry Potter despite the snoring of a chap a couple of rows behind, but even when I saw The Producers {an absolute yawn-fest} I didn't sneak off to Nod. Was I inexplicably tired, or just bored? Perhaps we could do an experiment ... you all toddle off to the cinema and see if you fall asleep whilst watching it. Because, you know ... if I had to sit through it I think everyone else should have to as well. *smile*