April 11th, 2005
|03:04 pm - Off all the odd dreams....|
Normally, I dream either very disconnected stuff, or else convoluted plots with many varied characters, either ones my brain has conjured up itself, or fictional ones. That's been the case lately.
Till last night, when I myself figured strongly in the dream, and its central motif was that I was going to become a cop. Go to the police academy and everything...I even remember being given my first uniform, and trying it on. Then I wore it somewhere with my family--perhaps it was actually an assignment of some sort, as there seemed to be danger, as well as me learning Latin dancing. I tore my uniform shirt while dancing.
Current Mood: amused
lol. I seem to remember enjoying it, when I wasn't Looking Out for Danger. I also seem to remember not being that good at it.
There was one time that I woke up, certain that something I had just dreamed was important, so I wrote it down on a piece of paper and went back to sleep. Turned out that I was convinced that in order to do sky-diving off a very high cliff, it was vitally important that I had honeydew melons attached to my feet.
|Date:||April 12th, 2005 04:58 pm (UTC)|| |
Of course, there's the classic story of a woman (often described to be Dorothy Parker or some other such literary notable, but who was most likely an unknown) who dreamed she had discovered a fundamental truth of human existence, something that would change life on earth forever. She wrote it down, half-asleep, and in the morning, trembling with excitement, turned to read what she had written:
Men are polygamous.
My Google search on this phrase turned up some most interesting links. I was getting all nicely steamed up reading an article about how "traditional patriarchal inequities" abound throughout the global culture.
Ahahahahaaa... That's awesome. :-D
Though what's really weird is when one dreams something that's actually rational--I wrote a Sentinel fic in a dream once, woke up, and still had the words of the last paragraph in my head.
Do you ever find yourself struggling to remember what happened in your dream because you're sure that it would make a really good story?
|Date:||April 12th, 2005 04:51 pm (UTC)|| |
Dreams are the best form of entertainment. Infinitely customized and oh so accessible. I can clearly remember perhaps two really bizarre dreams from the past, the second only because I woke up and immediately wrote it down.
What's the best is when you get a sequel dream, that is, going through a dream and realizing you're following basically the same dream from weeks, months, or years before. Sometimes they're exactly the same, but you know exactly what comes next, and sometimes you're visiting a dreamplace some "time" after you last visited. I don't know if this only happens to me, or if I'm only imagining I had the dream before, but it's basically awesome.
You stink. I haven't had sequel dreams since junior high. *is cross*
|Date:||April 12th, 2005 05:31 pm (UTC)|| |
I only get them verrrrry rarely, which makes them all the more exciting.
I do think that dream about a bunch of teenagers aboard an orbiting spaceship saving the world from catastrophic poisoning of the oceans at the hands of a maniacal computer named Brinks has promise, though.
Yes, I've had sequel dreams. Those are fun, because once I realize I've been here before, I usually think, "Ah! Maybe if I want to/think it hard enough, I'll be able to go flying--" and then I'm floating up over the dream-world, wandering around and ignoring whatever the narrative was supposed to be. I usually wake up happy after those dreams. :) I like flying.
I usually get the sequel dreams several nights in a row and then my mind gives up and moves on to something else. :)
|Date:||April 12th, 2005 05:42 pm (UTC)|| |
Several nights in a row? Dang! That's the dream eqivalent of "Groundhog Day."
--you're a lucid dreamer! How very cool.
I'm totally fascinated by this concept, probably because it's kind of rare (I've only met maybe 3 or 4 people that I *know* dream lucid), and because I'm totally incapable of it myself. I can't even wake myself up from nightmares, much less mess aroudn inside my dream, independant of its original narrative.
Okay, JD, reveilles
, you guys crack me up. I'll come comment when I get a break at work--but this thread went from about 6 posts to 18 posts in the space of 10 minutes. :-D
Thanks. It's nice to be part of an interesting conversation when work is so vastly boring.
I thought this was hilarious, too. Why haven't we mentioned our dreams before? This is a topic that could be milked for ages... :)