Auleliel wrote:Wow, CovJr, that is one cool dream! If it were expanded into a short story or novella, I'd probably buy it.
My immediate reaction after I woke up was to try and adapt it to short story format, but I don't know how I'd go about it. This dream didn't really have a plot, just a sequence of related events. I had a dream once before that was a whole, coherent story, but my girlfriend at the time (the same one who appeared in the whale dream, actually) woke me up before the end, so I never found out what happened next.
Is that why you broke up with her?
I live in my own little world...but its okay, they know me here!
Last night I dreamt that my teacher for one of my clinical classes asked me (in front of the fourth grade class I was supposed to be teaching) to explain and demonstrate something to the class that I'd never even heard of before. When I tried to discretely tell her that I'd never heard of it, she announced to the class that she'd explain it instead, and proceded to teach my class for me, with me still standing there confused, embarrassed, and angry. I wanted to punch her, or sink into a puddle on the floor. The lesson involved a lot of singing and running around, and calling people by numbers instead of names.
This was really strange because in real life she would have checked with me ahead of time, and would have explained it to me enough for me to teach it on my own. She never takes over classrooms unless asked to by the student teacher for emergencies, and her teaching style doesn't involve mayhem. Also, she's really nice, so I've never been even annoyed at her, much less angry enough for physical violence. Plus, it's summer so I'm not in a clinical class right now (although the last class I taught was a group of fourth graders).
I had other dreams last night, but this one was the weirdest.
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Auleliel wrote:Wow, CovJr, that is one cool dream! If it were expanded into a short story or novella, I'd probably buy it.
My immediate reaction after I woke up was to try and adapt it to short story format, but I don't know how I'd go about it. This dream didn't really have a plot, just a sequence of related events. I had a dream once before that was a whole, coherent story, but my girlfriend at the time (the same one who appeared in the whale dream, actually) woke me up before the end, so I never found out what happened next.
Is that why you broke up with her?
Yes. I broke up with her and stashed her in a space whale as punishment for interrupting my dream.
last night i had a nightmare that something evil and nasty was coming from the top bunk down to get me and i was smothering and yelling for ger.
eeeyewwwww it was AWFUL!! i woke ger up hollering and he woke me up.
bleh!!!
usually i don't remember those kinds of dreams but i woke up shaking and very upset and had to get up and get a glass of water.
yuck
you're more advanced than a cockroach,
have you ever tried explaining yourself
to one of them?
~ alan bates, the mothman prophecies
i've had this with actors before, on the set,
where they get upset about the [size of my]
trailer, and i'm always like...take my trailer,
cause... i'm from Kentucky
and that's not what we brag about.
~ george clooney, inside the actor's studio
a straight edge for legends at
the fold - searching for our
lost cities of gold. burnt tar,
gravel pits. sixteen gears switch.
Haphazard Lucy strolls by.
~ dennis r wood ~
I dreamed about playing Guitar Hero II. . that I absolutely had to make it through every song (and each one gets harder and harder) or something very bad would happen to everyone I know. Guess I've been playing it too much.
I am flying (reluctantly) with another person without an aircraft, under the other person's power, as I am unable to fly on my own. We are weaving back and forth between pinnacles of a large solid sandstone rock formation. The formation is inches thick at the top, and perhaps 100 yards thick at the base, which is 300-500 yards below us (even in dreams I am not a good judge of distance). The other person is dropping small explosives (similar in size to firecrackers) on a group of people below, and those people are shooting bullets and firecrackers at us. My flying partner is carrying a shield of some sort, to which I am clinging tightly as I yell at him or her (I never actually see the person) that he or she is insane and needs to stop before we both get killed. As I shout this, another volley of bullets comes at us, which I unsuccessfully dodge. I'm not actually wounded, but I'm knocked loose from the shield, lose my grip, and fall to the ground below.
I land on my back in a gap between small rock formations at the base of the large formation. It is obviously part of a desert, and I assume that I am somehwere in the Southwest of the US. I am not seriously injured by my fall--only some bruises and some general aching.
I start to try to sit up, and notice a rifle-toting Confederate soldier entering the place where I've landed. I am wearing the uniform of a Union soldier and am weaponless, so I don't sit up, and I hold my hands up over my head in surrender. The soldier looks me over, nods, points his rifle at a point near me, and says that he has to keep me under guard until an officer with a higher rank can come and approve my surrender.
Shortly thereafter, such an officer arrives, takes one look at me, nods, and tells the soldier to take me to the building where they're keeping the POWs. I try to joke with the soldier on the way there about the probable conditions in the place, buth his face remains as expressionless as a Haruchai Bloodguard, and I stop talking.
We get to the building and enter a large room filled with secretaries (all women in clothes from the 1940s) who are busy filing papers or typing on typewriters. We stop in front of one secretary's desk, where I am given a few forms to fill out to finalize my surrender and make a record of my internment there.
The secretary is very nice. I am sitting on the floor next to her desk (there are no chairs in the room, and everyone else is either standing or sitting on the floor) to fill out the forms, and I decide to give her the only things I have in my pocket in exchange for her kindness. I give her a jar of cocoa powder and something else (also a food item). I keep the handkerchief they were wrapped in. She asks me if I'm certain I want to give these things to her, and I say "What use would they be to me in there?" indicating the prison side of the building. Then I wake up wishing that I had slept enough to see what the prison was like.
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The other night I dreamt about having a birthday party at my house, except about 20 of the most annoying kids from my high school showed up (they were Goth/emo but not quite, and they sat at the lunch table together). Barack Obama was there, too. I was going to tell him something, but he kept smiling that smile at me, and I forgot everything and decided to vote for him.
I have been having narrative dreams at least once per week for as long as I can remember. I just don't usually post my dreams here. I love sleeping. It's almost always better than going to the movies, because I get to be one of the characters.
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I had a dream that Carla and I were at an Eels concert. Carla isn't a fan, but apparently came along. For some reason, they were playing a medium sized hall, and Carla and I couldn't find a seat. We went down into basement seating (?) where there was seating, but we couldn't see anything, could just hear it. Then we moved back upstairs, and saw some people against the back wall, but then we looked again and there were a bunch of seats. We sat down, and Carla got up and moved when E (the lead singer of the Eels) was moving into the aisle and singing. I didn't want to move past him to go sit with Carla right then, so I thought I'd wait until the next song. E was singing one of his songs about rejection from a woman, and he starts to grab at Carla as she fights off his hands. It turns a bit awkward, and Carla gets up and walks back over to me telling E, "Don't touch me." I remember having a hard time decided whether it was an honor or an annoyance having E grope my girlfriend, but I thought it was aesthetically pleasing as it was a song about rejection.
Life is a waste of time
Time is a waste of life
So get wasted all of the time
And you'll have the time of your life
It's three am. I just had a nightmare. I rehashed an old real conversation that I had with my sister years ago and then my brain added a few twists. In the real conversation I was talking to my sister about our step siblings and she was refusing to meet or acknowledge them as family as well as our estranged cousins. Recently in real life I tracked down my long lost cousins and now she thinks that is cool. In the dream however..
I dreamed my sis and I were talking in a cafe. I was telling her I wanted her to meet our cousins and she refused and told me that they weren't people who had history so blood or no blood they were not her "family" and I tried to explain to her my definition of family and she laughed. I forced my definitions on her involving both family and "chosen family" and she scoffed and told me I was weak. She told me that was one of the things she hated most about me, that I was soft and sentimental and stupid, as stupid as some insipid hallmark card and that was why she was married with gorgeous kids and a perfect life and why I was still floundering through life and living alone in SF and that my life was way inferior to hers and it was all because I am stupid and emotional and weak. he told me I was wasting time on my friends and most especially on things like "chosen family"and that I should never have been born. I tried to explain my point of view but she just scoffed at me and told me again how stupid and gullible and ridiculous I was. Then she told me how pathetic I am and how i am going to end up one of those crass and nutty old ladies who worships her cat and that family or no family she was cutting me off forever. Then she told me that I just dont understand the reality of life and that I never will and I tried to explain the joy of loving people who are not your family and tried explaining chosen family again and she just kept sneering and laughing about how weak I was for my stupid sentimental notions. Then she laughed again and told me that she never wanted to speak to me again and that my nieces were dead to me. Then I woke up. I had dried tear tracks on my face and I feel angry and yet oddly hollow. Freudian scholars have at. This is surely a Freudian moment...
Now if I could just find a way to wear live bees as jewelry all the time.....
You all know me better than I know myself. 
Guess I've been playing it too much. 
