Thursday, September 29, 2005
When I dream it is not a dream but real life, at least that’s what my brain thinks. Sometimes this feeling is very strong and so can be very disturbing, or just freaky. The problem mainly comes upon waking. As I move from dream to reality I can get very confused as to what reality really is, as far as I’m concerned what I have just been experiencing is real life, no matter how odd or scary it was, so “where am I know and what’s going on?” It takes a few minutes to realise that my waking world is the real world, and it can be very unsettling. It can also be quite a relief to find that the dream was just that… a dream. My life is strange enough already.
So if you read my dream blog remember that at the time that was reality for me, I believed it wholeheartedly.
This was a cross between Aliens and Terminator. I was a freedom fighter against Aliens/Robots that have taken over the world. The landscape has been bombed and derelicted (sp?) and I lead a team of friends (all recognisable people from my life) who've had to take up arms and become soldiers to fight off these baddies. I am not the top leader but one of the important general types. We have to go into places (my old school, shopping centre, etc) and blast away at anything hostile, and pick up survivors (who will also be people I know). I inevitably rescue the girl I used to fancy at school, and she falls in love with me. We fight side by side, although she always has a tendency to get injured. We have to explore disused Alien/Robot bases, and get to pick up lots of cool gadgets ands weapons.
I am living a live action version of the old BBC Micro game Elite. I am not the pilot of a Cobra MkIII but the weapons and technical guy. I patch up the ship, and do all the computer stuff. My collegue (someone I know) is a gung ho pilot but I am the dependable one. There's a pretty girl in admin on one of the space stations that fancies me.
I have a boat tethered in the harbour, a big sailboat that you can live on. My youngest son and I take a dinghy out to it in terrible weather, almost capsizing, before making it onto the deck. We struggle into the body of the boat and shut the door. Inside it's warm and comfortable, and though we can hear the storm rage and feel the pitch of the boat, we're safe and secure and I can make us dinner in this cosy little place, before settling down to watch TV/read/sleep.
This latest scenario usually has me asleep before I've even got onto the deck.
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
I'm hoping things will pick up on the dream front soon.
Monday, September 12, 2005
all i could think as i read this in the dream was mmm i know that bloke. the rest of the dream was spent me trying to work out who it was it.
(it looked remarkably like the sister of my ex......)
Sunday, September 11, 2005
for some odd reason the only part i can remember is being out on a bright green field, under a lovely blue sky. the two characters (heroes if you will) are dressed like they are the royal family from a pack of cards (shades of alice in wonderland!). they are wielding a long white pole; it could be a jousting lance, except that it crackles with energy. they are facing the oncoming rush of aliens, as far as i can you never really see the aliens, the view of the dream is always between the tip of the lance and the characters, as they battle away at stopping the on rushing aliens.
you can hear and see the crackle of energy as they do the job.
at some point rather than be captured they knock themselves out.....
i can remember at some point a large round object making an appearance, it is gunmetal grey, weathered and beaten, and it spins and spins. and things rally to it.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
it seems i either dream in fragments or like trailers for movies i only remember the best bits (though in my case best is a relative term).
so there are two fragments from dreams i had last night.
one just involved me and someone else (no idea who, no idea of sex or anything) just putting hands in the other's face and saying such pithy things as "whatever" "talk to the hand..."
as you can see that one was a barrel of inciteful moments...
the second on all i can remember is exiting a building to talk to a maid (dressed in tradition french maid uniform) about something only she was a cartoon character. i do remember that the other parts of the dream were in different visual styles. just no idea what.
and to add some more a colleague at work told me of his dream the other day. he was pottling into work on his scooter, in a tunnel there is a traffic jam, the lights change, some cars go forward. one stays still, not noticing the changed lights. bibbing and horn hooting takes place. man gets out his car, everyone else get out of theres. a benny hill/ carry on camp chase takes place - lots of high knees and flappy arms, they run left then they run right, back and forth....
my mate leaves the tunnel to a wreck city, only to think he should go back for the scooter.
his dreams are more interesting than mine.
story of my life really.
Monday, September 05, 2005
i had been at work for far too long.
i got to see some odd people in my all night budgens (a shirtles bloke - this was 2am on a sunday, and no he didn't look like he was back from a rave, more he was lost....) then there was the stocky crumbesque lady of the night who had been dropped off by the police - she was doing a jig that was a mix of "erotic" and angry - she couldn't make her mind up. (and to be honest in different circumstances i would have been in love with her - solid sexy build, with boots on and mad, not much more i can ask for it).
i was eating late (cheese and potato slice - for those that care).
it was pissing down and i was soaked.
when i finally decided to sleep there was a lightening storm.
it all pointed to a dream and half.
was there a dream - hell no.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
well all i can really remember is a fragment of the dream, i think it is towards the end of it, but i could be sadly mistaken.
i am in a shopping mall, for some reason i think it is underground. there is an air of panic about the place. we are under attack by aliens.
they are there, and people are dying, i am weaving and bobbing (call me tom cruise - see the opening action sequence of war of the worlds....). people are being killed all around me. a woman wearing a demin skirt has just been tagged by an alien weapon (it is a ball that is phosphorus bright a mixture of yellow, reddy orange and black bits) it drops down the back of her skirt, a scream and she explodes into a bright yellow and black x-ray version of herself before disintegrating (sort of like tim burton's mars attacks).
i am not sure i have yet reached a total state of panic.
i do know the thought that is echoing through my head is a simple one: "oh please let me have sex before i die".
even in my dreams i am shallow.
Saturday, September 03, 2005
i think i have had only 1 nightmare since i was a child, i have never had a wet dream and very few erotic dreams.
with all of that said the moment someone says "hey lets record our dreams" i stop dreaming (or at least realising that i am dreaming...) so i have no new dreams to add to this. (another reason might be that because i am currently sleeping on the floor in my front room it might not be the best way to have dreams...)
as i say i have had many dull dreams - so much so that i have woken up from them thinking that was boring.
but why oh why am i writing this here right now?
well i thought i would mention my recurring dream. well the dream is not recurring in the sense that it is the same every time, but the central aspect of the dream is the same all the time.
in the dream i am jumping, in the dream i am like mike and i have amazing hang time, in the dream i would have won the slam dunk competition at each all star game ever.
what i do is almost like flying but not quite, it is like i have done a long jump but rather than landing i just keep going on and on. every now and then it feels like i am going to land, but with a wiggle of this and a waggle of that i keep going.
i am not sure if i remember taking off, i am not sure i remember landing in any of the dreams but i do remember the sense of being in motion and of being in the air. there are times when i am doing it for fun, there are times when it appears that i am being chased.
it is a dream that i enjoy.
In this particular dream, I've gone back to college but have somehow found myself sitting on a table. In the middle of the open sea. With G. Oh and next to us is a talking cat.
The tide seems to be going higher and higher and the sky increasingly grey. G says she's going back to college, and I agree and we climb down from the table. The water is only thigh-high and as we wade off in the direction of college the cat whines that we've left it behind, so I have to turn back and scoop it into a sleeping bag, so I carry it higher than the water.
And then I wake up.
Friday, September 02, 2005
I go outside and J is next door, talking to me through the fence (not unlike the neighbour used to in the TV show Home Improvement). He tells me he's going to go and play squash.
Meanwhile a TV on somewhere inside is reporting a huge flood somewhere in England. On-screen are some rescued people in a boat, one of which is Rochelle from the CBBC programme Smile. For some reason though they say she was a contestant in Big Brother (in my dream am I mixing her up with visa-dodging pool-shagging attention-seeker Makosi?). She appears on the news report wearing a life-jacket and looking grateful to be alive.
And then I wake up.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
It's clinging on by it's claws, digging them into my jumper, which fortunately means only the tips of the talons are pricking my back. It still hurts but I'm a little drunk so I don't feel the pain like I know I should be.
I'm trying everything to get it off - reaching behind me and pulling, trying to knock it off against a wall, attempting to hit it with something, but it's stuck fast. Then, during one attempt to reach behind and pull it away from my back, I manage to remove its arms and legs....
But it clings onto the back of my neck by it's teeth, sinking into my flesh.
And then I wake up.
I wake in my bed, and there’s and reach for the lights, they don’t come on, I fumble around my flat and try other lights with no success. I blindly reach for the cupboard where the trip switch is and flick it, some lights come back on before gently fading again, I head back to bed in resignation. I come too and its sunny outside, as I rouse slowly I hear noises and go to my doorstep to investigate, I notice a very shabbily dressed women begging for clothes next door, I turn and realise I have some bags in the hall with old clothes. She then appears before me at the door step, she looks very dirty yet attractive underneath the grime, as I hand her the clothing she says ‘thank you, you're part of the family now’
The second dream
In this second dream I’m a colonial marine from the movie Aliens 2. My squad is progressing down a dark sinister corridor from the film when the radars on our pulse rifles light up. With trepidation we advance, the radar blips causing a patina of sweat to caress our brow. As we move into a slightly more open area illuminated in a sublime green we notice alien eggs. Suddenly the eggs burst open but instead of aliens issuing forth its very young children holding their hands out as if in supplication to us, then alien tongues spring forth tasting the damp air. My heart pounds, I wake up sweating, startled.
One thing I’d like to pass on to people contributing is a tip that my diploma psychotherapist tutor told me about dreams. She said when you get in bed and are about to drift off into sleep, say to yourself ‘I want to remember my dreams’ several times over in your head. I’ve been doing this a while and it seems to be working. I’ve also got several books on dreams and studied them on my diploma – hey you can stop yawning right now!