dreams...
There is a strange logic to dreams, "Dream Logic" I like to call it. It's where seemingly random associations become imbued with meaning. People, strangers become lovers and confidantes and you don't question it, it's part of the dream. Old neighborhoods become both strange and familiar, where you can become lost in your own house, or take a shortcut that leads you across the world. Distant friends and schoolmates will reunite, people long forgotten in conscious thought reappear in new guises, new relations. In dreams, the mind functions as a whole, disbelief is suspended, incredible events are accepted as ordinary and subservient to a twisted, twisting logic that perverts and recreates memory. One has a dream and in it one recognizes an almost instant familiarity, as if one has had this dream before, never the exact same dream, but the same dream nonetheless. And yet upon awakening it is brand new. And they have the ability to overwrite memory, I have woken from dreams of my childhood, of a childhood I never experienced in a house filled with strangers become relatives, in a town I have never visited become home, yet in the dream I recognized it all and awoke strangely saddened that this dream wasn't my childhood. And strangely disturbed.
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Last night a few dreams, a mixed-up hodge podge, I awoke to write them down, but saw no meaning in them; I was tired, they were random and chaotic, I didn't turn on the light and fell back asleep.
So I'll write of another dream once I had, an old dream - animated in rich blues and amber. It made an impression.
I am a point of view at sea, no substance, only my senses, flying, there is a tempest and from the waves rise up waterspouts that meet with the low and ragged clouds, then turn into Atlanteans, briefly, bearing the sky upon their shoulders, and then rain back, falling into the sea. I am flying through this, it is animated, deep blues, flashes of lightning illuminate the denizens of the deep, translucent jellyfish and giant shadows swarming beneath. As a wave subsides I move in, there is a ship spinning in a trough between the waves, an old galleon, timbers lit from within like logs on a fire, hot embers and glowing salamanders flicker upon the surface. I move into the cabin, there a small chest, a treasure, as I approach it opens, and within it on a velvet lining there is a silver hand holding a pen. It is almost too brilliant to behold..
I awake.
An interesting link on how television shapes our dreams: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/earth/main.jhtml?view=DETAILS&grid=&xml=/earth/2008/10/17/scidream117.xml
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5:00 AM and I have laid awake the past 2 hours, woken at 3:00 AM suddenly, awake, restless. No dreams that I can recall, but a sense of urgency, a missed connection, a premonition. I check my email, there is nothing, outside it's raining, cool, leaves turning to mulch on the lawn, the streets glisten...I've left the windows on the car open...
My premonitions are rare, but seldom wrong, I am more logic than instinct, but I heed the voice, it's a beautiful morning, a cigarette, one of many final cigarettes while I gather my thoughts.
And so I return to bed, wondering what compelled me to get up, trying again to fall asleep. I should know better, there is a reason for my waking even if I do not see it, and so I try to hide the little problem of my waking beneath the bigger problems, the big questions...
I muse upon the lies that create truth, symmetry, and other trifles, but none lead me to sleep. I wonder at the demons that have cropped up lately in my dreams, not being religious I wonder where they have come from... There was another demon recently, a short dream, a short demon, he merely entered the room, following somebody else but, I was busy, watching a mozza melt on a veggie burger I was making, waiting, it would be ready soon. I was hungry, the demon left.
Now, a pot of coffee and the day begins. There is work to be done, I need a shovel and rake, the compost needs to be placed outside and raked into the garden, twigs need to be gathered, websites built... there is work to be done.
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This is an old dream I had perhaps when I was 20 years old, but I still remember it.
I've lied down to fall asleep...my bed is on the floor, a futon, I'm listening to the radio.
I keep changing stations, I can't listen if I don't like the music, and I switch from station to station, searching for something I like.
And I realize that I'm not using my hands to change the stations, they are responding to my will, the radio switches as I will it...
I become concious of a presence at the foot of the bed, dark, malevolent, evil beyond imagining, and am seized with fear. Not mortal fear, this is something deeper, the fear for ones soul...
I am lifted off the bed, perhaps 3 feet, and then dropped back.
The presence is still there, but further away, I screw up the courage to get out of bed and turn on all the lights in the apartment.
This does not dispell it, the presence, it could come back, shapeless...evil.
For a long time I tried to explain this dream, I had laid down, but I had no recollection of falling asleep or waking up, only the changing of stations and the evil presence at the foot of the bed...
But it's not as uncommon as it might at first appear: try this link: hypnogogia
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