No doorways, no windows, no walls
No shelter here on the ground
No standing and no safe place to fall
Just the promise of this distant sound
Bells are ringing all over the world

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Cheer Up Sleepy Jean

I have one other joke in the book about dreams (well, the joke is the dream, actually, and a second reference to The Wizard of Oz and a commentary on Eden) and I'm sure this will slip in somewhere. It is, however, a direct result of last night.

Some people dream in black and white, some dream in color. It can't be a good sign when I dream in Matt Groening cartoons?

So, it's a good thing that I remember that I was dreaming, that doesn't always happen. And I can't remember what the dream was exactly about, but I do remember that it was entirely done like a Matt Groening cartoon.


Random Michelle K said...

If it makes you feel better, it could be worse.

I had to stop reading "The History of Hell" because of the dreams it gave me.

Jim Wright said...

I tend to be a lucid dreamer, and I enjoy it, it's like surreal movies playing for free in my head.

and sometimes I've had the damnedest stories ideas come from dreams.

Steve Buchheit said...

Michelle K, oh I know it could be worse. As I said, I rarely remember my actual dreams. When I do, they mean something. And when I do remember them, I can always remember them.

Let me take that back a little. Sometimes I do have normal dreaming. That is I know I'm dreaming, but then forget the dreams on awakening. This happens very rarely, and usually only when 1) I'm well rested (rare) or 2) I'm awoken in the middle of the dream.

Jim, oh yeah. My dreams are full sensory experiences. I once had a dream where I was shot in the leg (would have to explain the whole dream, but it hit my calf as I had made the tree line, and I was severely pissed because I had made the tree line and so was "safe" - dream logic, go figure). When I woke up, I walked with a limp for an hour because I could still feel the wound. When I have a more normal dream, it's difficult for me to realize I am dreaming (I can remember that confusion, and that I normally resolve to believe I'm not dreaming). However, the more important dream, the more I know it's a dream because of the symbolism.

There is a house I am often in, or around. The house itself can change, but I know it's the same house. I know the house is my soul. Some of the dreams there are very happy, some are exceedingly sad and distressful. But I always have the same gut reaction to the house and recognize it for what it is.