The dreams: In the first dream, I was in a classroom that was empty except for me and the teacher, who happened to be William Shatner. Class had just ended, and I stayed after to ask Mr. Shatner for some creative writing advice (whether he was a Writing teacher, I'm not sure). We were chatting for a while when (of course) Leonard Nimoy came in. I woke from this dream shortly thereafter.
In the next dream, I was in my old neighborhood again, sitting in the grass of the front yard of my old house. I was holding a revolver in my hands and getting ready to load the cylinder. For some unknown reason, I intended to use the tips of my fingers as bullets, and so I had cut them off after the last knuckle. I knew this would ultimately be okay, because they would grow back (??); sure enough, they had healed completely by the time I was loading the gun. However, as I was trying to load my fingertips into the gun, I realized I had way too many "bullets"; in fact, one of them was actually an entire finger (which clearly couldn't fit in the revolver). Then I realized that I had somehow also acquired someone else's fingers in addition to my own. I dropped the excess fingers and moved away. Later, I saw a man picking up one of the fingers and licking the cut-off end. I'm just hoping it was his....
When it was time to test out my gun and its interesting ammo, a woman approached me and asked if she could shoot it. I agreed, and gave her the gun. She suggested that I be the target; I acquiesced, only slightly concerned and hesitant. As I took my position standing against a wall, I started having stronger misgivings -- after all, what if she shot me in the head? That would hurt, even if the bullets were my own fingers. I shrugged my concerns off, and closed my eyes and waited. I heard the telltale boom, but nothing happened. I opened my eyes, only to see the woman laying on the ground, completely obscured and covered from head to toe by her own blood to the point that at first I didn't even recognize her as the same person. I reasoned that the gun had backfired and injured her. I, and several other bystanders, ran to help. I don't remember much after this; I eventually woke up.
***
My thoughts: Yeah, we're not going to talk about the first dream; there's not much to say there. Star Trek guys. Got it.
What the HELL is with the second dream? I pride myself on understanding the meaning behind most of my dreams, and if they get a little weird -- hey, it happens, and I usually realize it's a dream soon after. This one was just plain disturbing. It's not just that it was twisted and somewhat gory: the nonchalance of everything makes it doubly disturbing. And at no point did I have a problem with any of it, save the slight concern of getting shot in the head "because it might hurt." Shot in the head by my own fingers, which were being used as bullets! But the guy picking up a random finger and licking it takes the cake.
Where did this come from? I don't watch gory movies. I don't have violent or disturbing thoughts like this while awake. Who knows....
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Sunday, September 4, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
September 01: Jungle Horse
Just two short dreams to record for today:
The dreams: The first dream was pretty short. I was in an elementary school serving as a classroom assistant. My class a celebrity guest who was performing and entertaining as a special treat for the students (I'm not sure who exactly the celebrity was, but he vaguely resembled Robin Williams). The celebrity was a master at impersonations; he also had a large bird that assisted in his performance. The show began when the bird gave out a cry that perfectly mimicked the school alarm bell. I was outside of the classroom, and initially thought it was the real bell until I walked in and saw that it was the bird making the noise. This evidently signaled the beginning of the act, much to the excitement and delight of the children watching; the class quickly settled down to enjoy the show.
The celebrity entertainer introduced his act by asking the children to identify which animal he was impersonating based on the sound he made. He then began to roar and growl very dramatically, to me sounding like a lion or other large cat; however, the children weren't so quick to pick up on the animal, and began shouting out numerous incorrect guesses. The actor continued to pantomime the animal as the shouted guesses became more and more sporadic, until one young boy shouted out "jungle horse!" This suggestion so greatly caught the entertainer off guard as to cause him to lose his train of thought and drop the act completely; he stared, perplexed, at the young boy, and all pretense of the animal act was replaced by a silent stunned confusion. I'm sure his thoughts mirrored my own: I pondered what in the world a "jungle horse" could be.... Either way, it was such a funny scenario that I actually woke up laughing from it.
The next dream was also quite short. In it, I was working at my previous job in the digital print lab at the art school I was employed at in California a few years ago. As is often the case in dreams, the location was a strange construction of my subconscious, but the people were familiar coworkers and friends. I was attempting to do some test prints on one of the fancy new printers that had been acquired in my absence, but I was unable to find suitable paper on which to print. The majority of the dream was spent with me looking for decent printer paper while talking with my coworkers about various things. After a while, I woke up.
***
My thoughts: The first dream is one of those dreams where I wake up laughing from something funny in my dream, usually a strange word or phrase. If I'm quick enough, I'll write it down before I forget. While I'm not completely sure that the child's animal of choice was "jungle horse," that's the closest I can remember to whatever crazy animal he came up with.
The second is a fairly common dream type: it seems like whenever I leave from somewhere such as my home town, previous school, or place of employment, I'll dream about it after a while.
The dreams: The first dream was pretty short. I was in an elementary school serving as a classroom assistant. My class a celebrity guest who was performing and entertaining as a special treat for the students (I'm not sure who exactly the celebrity was, but he vaguely resembled Robin Williams). The celebrity was a master at impersonations; he also had a large bird that assisted in his performance. The show began when the bird gave out a cry that perfectly mimicked the school alarm bell. I was outside of the classroom, and initially thought it was the real bell until I walked in and saw that it was the bird making the noise. This evidently signaled the beginning of the act, much to the excitement and delight of the children watching; the class quickly settled down to enjoy the show.
The celebrity entertainer introduced his act by asking the children to identify which animal he was impersonating based on the sound he made. He then began to roar and growl very dramatically, to me sounding like a lion or other large cat; however, the children weren't so quick to pick up on the animal, and began shouting out numerous incorrect guesses. The actor continued to pantomime the animal as the shouted guesses became more and more sporadic, until one young boy shouted out "jungle horse!" This suggestion so greatly caught the entertainer off guard as to cause him to lose his train of thought and drop the act completely; he stared, perplexed, at the young boy, and all pretense of the animal act was replaced by a silent stunned confusion. I'm sure his thoughts mirrored my own: I pondered what in the world a "jungle horse" could be.... Either way, it was such a funny scenario that I actually woke up laughing from it.
The next dream was also quite short. In it, I was working at my previous job in the digital print lab at the art school I was employed at in California a few years ago. As is often the case in dreams, the location was a strange construction of my subconscious, but the people were familiar coworkers and friends. I was attempting to do some test prints on one of the fancy new printers that had been acquired in my absence, but I was unable to find suitable paper on which to print. The majority of the dream was spent with me looking for decent printer paper while talking with my coworkers about various things. After a while, I woke up.
***
My thoughts: The first dream is one of those dreams where I wake up laughing from something funny in my dream, usually a strange word or phrase. If I'm quick enough, I'll write it down before I forget. While I'm not completely sure that the child's animal of choice was "jungle horse," that's the closest I can remember to whatever crazy animal he came up with.
The second is a fairly common dream type: it seems like whenever I leave from somewhere such as my home town, previous school, or place of employment, I'll dream about it after a while.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
April 28, 2009: Birthday Lucid Dreams
In last night's dream, I was at my old house in Washington. It wasn't long until I realized I was dreaming, so I went outside into the night and started flying. I looked up at the stars, picked the brightest one I saw (which was part of the little dipper for some reason), and flew towards it with the intention of traveling across interstellar space to the distant solar system. However, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't fly much faster than a car can drive, so I gave up on that endeavor; reaching a distant star at roughly 60 miles per hour was out of the question in the time span of one dream, let alone thousands of years. I set my sights lower (literally), and decided instead to fly down to a random building that was along my trajectory.
As is the case in my lucid dreams, I was able to phase through the walls of the building, which was apparently some sort of upscale apartment complex. I wandered through one of the doors and met a bewildered man, who, after overcoming his shock, expressed indignation at my barging into his studio. He was apparently some sort of journalist for a noteworthy publication, though I'm not sure how exactly I knew this. For the most part I ignored his displeasure at my intrusion; I forget what exactly I said to him, but it was some sort of indication that I was a government official, which pacified the man.
Suddenly I was Optimus Prime from the Transformers, and I had to leave the man's apartment, transform into a truck, and drive down the highway to chase and battle some Decepticons. Later I met up with more Autobots, some of which had been seriously injured in the fight. For some reason in my dream version of Transformers, being Optimus Prime meant that I was invincible; any damage done to me would be immediately healed. Right before I woke up, I reasoned that the ambulance transformer would also have that ability. This is when the dream ended.
*****
As cool as flying is in my dreams, I'm finding that I have some sort of governor limiting my speed. As I mentioned before, it seems that my brain has rules that it may allow me to bend, but not break.
Time limit is always a factor in lucid dreams; as soon as I realize I'm dreaming I feel rushed to do something with it before I wake up. I usually spsend my time exploring whatever world my mind has created. It's actually amazing how I can do something unexpected, like pick a random house and walk (or fly) right in unannounced, and my mind can keep one step ahead of me and have setting and characters prepared for me to interact with; and yet, there are clear limitations, as apparently I can't leave the Earth's orbit and fly to distant stars.
-Matthew
As is the case in my lucid dreams, I was able to phase through the walls of the building, which was apparently some sort of upscale apartment complex. I wandered through one of the doors and met a bewildered man, who, after overcoming his shock, expressed indignation at my barging into his studio. He was apparently some sort of journalist for a noteworthy publication, though I'm not sure how exactly I knew this. For the most part I ignored his displeasure at my intrusion; I forget what exactly I said to him, but it was some sort of indication that I was a government official, which pacified the man.
Suddenly I was Optimus Prime from the Transformers, and I had to leave the man's apartment, transform into a truck, and drive down the highway to chase and battle some Decepticons. Later I met up with more Autobots, some of which had been seriously injured in the fight. For some reason in my dream version of Transformers, being Optimus Prime meant that I was invincible; any damage done to me would be immediately healed. Right before I woke up, I reasoned that the ambulance transformer would also have that ability. This is when the dream ended.
*****
As cool as flying is in my dreams, I'm finding that I have some sort of governor limiting my speed. As I mentioned before, it seems that my brain has rules that it may allow me to bend, but not break.
Time limit is always a factor in lucid dreams; as soon as I realize I'm dreaming I feel rushed to do something with it before I wake up. I usually spsend my time exploring whatever world my mind has created. It's actually amazing how I can do something unexpected, like pick a random house and walk (or fly) right in unannounced, and my mind can keep one step ahead of me and have setting and characters prepared for me to interact with; and yet, there are clear limitations, as apparently I can't leave the Earth's orbit and fly to distant stars.
-Matthew
Monday, April 20, 2009
April 20, 2009: Numerous Short Dreams
Last night and this morning I had quite a few shorter dreams, probably because I kept waking up due to someone hammering outside my window. Jerks. Anyway, here goes:
In the first dream I was watching some sort of TV crime drama, though when I "watch" things in dreams I'm usually involved at least as a passive but present observer. I only recall the tail end of this particular drama, wherein I witnessed two rather horrific events unfold. About all I recall is that the story ended tragically, and rather gruesomely, with one man being thrown in some sort of giant garbage compactor that operated, of course, by grinding and crushing with giant toothed gears rather than just flattening; and elsewhere, a woman exploded (in slow motion) due to, I'm guessing, a suicide bomb. This was about where the first dream ended.
In the second dream, the guys from Penny Arcade were working with South Park Studios on a movie deal. They were in the recording studio, putting together the soundtrack; however, there was a bit of contention over the direction that the score was taking: the Penny Arcade guys, specifically Gabe (and of course they were portrayed as their cartoon selves), wanted the music to be dark and eerie, whereas the South Park music team kept pitching lively, bouncy music with chorus vocals parodying those campy 50s radio and TV jingles. Gabe attempted to explain the direction he wanted the music to go by describing one of the monsters in the film: a gruesome undead beast. The music director nodded as if he understood, and said "how about this?" And proceeded to play the same kind of campy jingle music. Gabe and Tycho stormed out in a huff, and suddenly I was watching Fox News, where the ticker at the bottom suddenly started bashing on Penny Arcade. Here ended the second dream.
The third dream was one of my usual "school" dreams. I was in class, working on a project with a group, only I had no idea what the class, project, or point in time in the semester was. Later, we were taking a field trip, only my dad was driving and he missed the turn we needed. This is about where the third dream ended.
There were a few other bits and pieces of dreams throughout the night and morning, though I can't recall them right now.
*****
Sometimes my brain can get really creative; sometimes it gets creative in how graphically gruesome it is. I think I've seen enough disturbing scenes of blood and guts in my dreams to desensitize me to any movie or video game violence.
I'm not sure why I would dream about Penny Arcade, let alone a Penny Arcade movie being made by South Park Studios with Fox News taking interest. I suppose I did see an ad for Penny Arcade's video game last night, and someone on Facebook had one of those stupid images with characters in the style of South Park. And everyone loves Fox News...
My school dreams are always about like this, and never lucid unfortunately. These, I'm sure, do have very real psychological significance. I'm always dreaming that I'm failing classes, or completely confused, or taking a test and have no idea what the class is about. The variant of these dreams is that class is over for the day, and for the life of me, I cannot get my stuff organized and put away, so that I can leave and go to my next class within the allocated ten minutes. It's true that school is always on my mind, especially with finals coming up, but I get no reprieve even in sleep. Hopefully after graduation those dreams will become less frequent.
--Matthew
In the first dream I was watching some sort of TV crime drama, though when I "watch" things in dreams I'm usually involved at least as a passive but present observer. I only recall the tail end of this particular drama, wherein I witnessed two rather horrific events unfold. About all I recall is that the story ended tragically, and rather gruesomely, with one man being thrown in some sort of giant garbage compactor that operated, of course, by grinding and crushing with giant toothed gears rather than just flattening; and elsewhere, a woman exploded (in slow motion) due to, I'm guessing, a suicide bomb. This was about where the first dream ended.
In the second dream, the guys from Penny Arcade were working with South Park Studios on a movie deal. They were in the recording studio, putting together the soundtrack; however, there was a bit of contention over the direction that the score was taking: the Penny Arcade guys, specifically Gabe (and of course they were portrayed as their cartoon selves), wanted the music to be dark and eerie, whereas the South Park music team kept pitching lively, bouncy music with chorus vocals parodying those campy 50s radio and TV jingles. Gabe attempted to explain the direction he wanted the music to go by describing one of the monsters in the film: a gruesome undead beast. The music director nodded as if he understood, and said "how about this?" And proceeded to play the same kind of campy jingle music. Gabe and Tycho stormed out in a huff, and suddenly I was watching Fox News, where the ticker at the bottom suddenly started bashing on Penny Arcade. Here ended the second dream.
The third dream was one of my usual "school" dreams. I was in class, working on a project with a group, only I had no idea what the class, project, or point in time in the semester was. Later, we were taking a field trip, only my dad was driving and he missed the turn we needed. This is about where the third dream ended.
There were a few other bits and pieces of dreams throughout the night and morning, though I can't recall them right now.
*****
Sometimes my brain can get really creative; sometimes it gets creative in how graphically gruesome it is. I think I've seen enough disturbing scenes of blood and guts in my dreams to desensitize me to any movie or video game violence.
I'm not sure why I would dream about Penny Arcade, let alone a Penny Arcade movie being made by South Park Studios with Fox News taking interest. I suppose I did see an ad for Penny Arcade's video game last night, and someone on Facebook had one of those stupid images with characters in the style of South Park. And everyone loves Fox News...
My school dreams are always about like this, and never lucid unfortunately. These, I'm sure, do have very real psychological significance. I'm always dreaming that I'm failing classes, or completely confused, or taking a test and have no idea what the class is about. The variant of these dreams is that class is over for the day, and for the life of me, I cannot get my stuff organized and put away, so that I can leave and go to my next class within the allocated ten minutes. It's true that school is always on my mind, especially with finals coming up, but I get no reprieve even in sleep. Hopefully after graduation those dreams will become less frequent.
--Matthew
Sunday, April 19, 2009
April 19, 2009: First Post - Olympic Event Dream
As this is my first post, I feel that a brief introduction is in order. I will be recording my dreams on a (hopefully) daily basis for a number of reasons. Firstly, my interest in dreams, specifically my own, has led me to investigate ways to improve the likelihood of dreaming, and of specifically lucid dreaming (being aware of the dream as such). One of three factors which greatly improve both regular and lucid dreaming is keeping a dream journal. The other two major influences, for anyone interested, are to get enough sleep (8 hours or so) and to constantly question reality (believe it or not, making it a habit to stop and make sure you're actually awake will carry over into dreams, wherein lucid dreams are more likely to start).
Secondly, sharing my zanier dreams with friends, and in turn hearing theirs, has provided a wealth of hilarious, interesting, and sometimes disturbing stories to tell. So, we're killing two birds with one stone here as the old adage goes. And I guess my "number of reasons" for recording dreams was two.
Thus shall I record my dreams. I will stick to an objective narration of the dream for the first half, then add any observations / questions / glaring discrepancies noted afterward. Also, please feel free to comment on the dream, discuss your own dreams of the previous night, or, as is tradition on the internet, express your dissatisfaction and question my sexual orientation. So, without further ado, here goes - last night's dream:
*****
I was in a church, along with numerous other people, practicing for what must have been some sort of Olympic event. The sporting event called for a single competitor to sprint about thirty feet down the length of an aisle between church pews, toward one of those small, circular exercise trampolines. With his running momentum carrying him forward, the competitor would then launch himself from the trampoline somehow sideways, to smack as hard as possible into an adjacent wall. The goal was then to fall to the ground and, from nothing more than the momentum developed by the aforementioned action, roll as close as possible to a mattress which was placed near the foot of the trampoline. As luck would have it (and as a television running replay videos would prove), I held the record for the event, by launching myself from trampoline to wall, and from wall all the way up on to the mattress itself, much to the delight of the crowd as I celebrated my unbeatable victory.
Indeed, for the remainder of the dream, various competitors, friends, family members, and celebrities would attempt to approach if not match my achievement, sprinting full-speed, bouncing with vigor from the small trampoline, lunging sideways to slam forcefully into the wall, only to fall to the floor and bounce, at best, a few feet toward the mattress.
Some competitors were rather innovative in their attempts to improve momentum, hoping to gain those few precious inches toward a higher rank. Denzel Washington, for example, had the tactic of flying an F-15 fighter jet at full speed in the direction of the trampoline; at the last minute, he would roll, eject, and the momentum achieved from such high velocity would send him bouncing from the trampoline to crash violently into the wall. Unfortunate for him my record was not to be broken, but he was persistent; he tried again later with another jet.
Needless to say, the nature of the sporting event and its lack of apparent rules (outside of hitting the trampoline and the wall and rolling to a stop) led to numerous bodily injuries, some collateral damage for the church, and two crashed fighter jets. And this is about when I woke up.
*****
I really have no idea where this dream came from. I can honestly say this is the strangest dream I've had, at least in a long time. I like that such a ludicrous Olympic event was held inside a church of all places: pews, parishioners, and all. And, as dream physics usually go, I'm not exactly sure how someone carried by their maximum running forward momentum can leap, bounce from a trampoline sideways toward the adjacent wall, slam into it, and still have enough momentum to roll to a stop about 10 feet away up onto a mattress. But hey, I did it, and I apparently hold the record. And the glaring problem of how an F-15 could fit into a church nave, let alone build up enough speed without destroying the church to do a barrel roll. I guess walls and roof and such weren't really there during that part. But hey, it inspired me to finally start this journal. I'll have to go back and dig up some other crazy dreams I had to fill in any times that I don't have one.
--Matthew
Secondly, sharing my zanier dreams with friends, and in turn hearing theirs, has provided a wealth of hilarious, interesting, and sometimes disturbing stories to tell. So, we're killing two birds with one stone here as the old adage goes. And I guess my "number of reasons" for recording dreams was two.
Thus shall I record my dreams. I will stick to an objective narration of the dream for the first half, then add any observations / questions / glaring discrepancies noted afterward. Also, please feel free to comment on the dream, discuss your own dreams of the previous night, or, as is tradition on the internet, express your dissatisfaction and question my sexual orientation. So, without further ado, here goes - last night's dream:
*****
I was in a church, along with numerous other people, practicing for what must have been some sort of Olympic event. The sporting event called for a single competitor to sprint about thirty feet down the length of an aisle between church pews, toward one of those small, circular exercise trampolines. With his running momentum carrying him forward, the competitor would then launch himself from the trampoline somehow sideways, to smack as hard as possible into an adjacent wall. The goal was then to fall to the ground and, from nothing more than the momentum developed by the aforementioned action, roll as close as possible to a mattress which was placed near the foot of the trampoline. As luck would have it (and as a television running replay videos would prove), I held the record for the event, by launching myself from trampoline to wall, and from wall all the way up on to the mattress itself, much to the delight of the crowd as I celebrated my unbeatable victory.
Indeed, for the remainder of the dream, various competitors, friends, family members, and celebrities would attempt to approach if not match my achievement, sprinting full-speed, bouncing with vigor from the small trampoline, lunging sideways to slam forcefully into the wall, only to fall to the floor and bounce, at best, a few feet toward the mattress.
Some competitors were rather innovative in their attempts to improve momentum, hoping to gain those few precious inches toward a higher rank. Denzel Washington, for example, had the tactic of flying an F-15 fighter jet at full speed in the direction of the trampoline; at the last minute, he would roll, eject, and the momentum achieved from such high velocity would send him bouncing from the trampoline to crash violently into the wall. Unfortunate for him my record was not to be broken, but he was persistent; he tried again later with another jet.
Needless to say, the nature of the sporting event and its lack of apparent rules (outside of hitting the trampoline and the wall and rolling to a stop) led to numerous bodily injuries, some collateral damage for the church, and two crashed fighter jets. And this is about when I woke up.
*****
I really have no idea where this dream came from. I can honestly say this is the strangest dream I've had, at least in a long time. I like that such a ludicrous Olympic event was held inside a church of all places: pews, parishioners, and all. And, as dream physics usually go, I'm not exactly sure how someone carried by their maximum running forward momentum can leap, bounce from a trampoline sideways toward the adjacent wall, slam into it, and still have enough momentum to roll to a stop about 10 feet away up onto a mattress. But hey, I did it, and I apparently hold the record. And the glaring problem of how an F-15 could fit into a church nave, let alone build up enough speed without destroying the church to do a barrel roll. I guess walls and roof and such weren't really there during that part. But hey, it inspired me to finally start this journal. I'll have to go back and dig up some other crazy dreams I had to fill in any times that I don't have one.
--Matthew
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