Dream Log- Through the Forest

[mishalak]

I rescued a lobster creature and was carrying her through the forest. It was dimly lit as if by an overcast day. The trunks of the pines around me stood out as rough pillars of variegated charcoal and black bark. I walked down a little into a shallow gully and back up the other side, the dark green canopy above me. And there I came to the edge. A series of glass doors set in a long, maybe endless, concrete bay. I could easily see through them as they were the type of door that is one thick sheet of glass with a handle set into it. There was a LED sign above each showing its status. Behind them a city at sunset, a dark smoggy place with a wide freeway immediately before me. I could see an oil refinery beyond, and far off, there was the ocean that was my goal. I stepped onto the old and pockmarked concrete before the doors. It was clean though it was in the middle of the forest, as if someone came by each day to sweep away needles and dirt. The first door I tried was unlocked and I escaped.
 

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[gomeza.livejournal.com]

Dreams are so weird. But from reading other people's accounts, I've decided that my dreams are considerably less erudite and sophisticated in plot, and considerably more bizarre, than most of my friends. From time to time, I've been tempted to post my dreams for the amusement of others in my LJ, but fortunately I've always come to my senses before doing so. It would only result in either a) my being committed to a mental health facility; or b) all my friends distancing themselves from me (even further).

"And they all moved away from me on the Group W bench there..." - Arlo Guthrie

PS: there is an interesting article in the issue of Science I'm reading that discusses new (ish) developments in the supposed origin of dreams, according to neurophysiologists and sleep researchers.

Re: Weird Aspects

[mishalak.livejournal.com]

I leave out the weirdest aspects of my dreams. Though I don't do it because I worry about being committed. I suspect that if we were locked up on the basis of how freaky some of the things we do in dreams are then all the world would be in Dentonville. Being a storyteller I am a liar by nature and so I edit for clarity and to leave out things that will disturb the reading public.

I mean would it really add that much to the story for me to talk about how the lobster creature clung to my arm and kept changing shape and aspect? And that's a mild example. I don't mention who I am escaping from, now do I?

I'll have to read Science sometime down at the library.

Re: Weird Aspects

[armoire-man.livejournal.com]

Do you have recurring dreams? About a third of my dreams seem to take place in the haunts of my youth - in Boulder, Berkeley, and San Francisco, and the universities I attended or worked at. I still have a dream about once a month of being in some class I'm flunking because I haven't attended for months.

Last night I dreamed that I was in Japan at some huge university, taking a class in comic book and anime trivia along with Tim and Kaia. God, I thought, they are going to ace this, and I am *way* out of my depth!

And then I went through my usual completely embarrassing waking-up process. Suddenly I'm half-naked, and nobody else is, and the room gets larger, and darker, and I have these blankets for some stupid reason, and I wonder why I can't see anyone...

...and then I wake up.

I can't tell if these dreams are prevalent because I have them all the time, or they're the ones I remember best.