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[Oct. 21st, 2015|04:29 pm] |
 Hello, person!
This note is here to inform folks wandering in that this is not my real blog. I've got a long-running real-life blog on my own website, which has a Livejournal feed set up at ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/syndicated.gif?v=91.7) rob_vincent.
When I signed up to LiveJournal to comment on friends' journals and use communities, I decided to not let this account go to waste by using it as a dream journal. This makes it mostly uninteresting to people who are not me but hey, I've always wanted to journal my dreams. Since I've been doing this project I've found it quite therapeutic and fascinating in its way, and I'm glad I've gotten into the habit. The primary home of this project has since been moved from LJ to Dreamwidth (![[personal profile]](http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png) rob_t_firefly) but automatically crossposts back here to LJ. Here's more info on that change.
For more info on what I'm all about in real life you can check out my LJ profile as well as me dot net. |
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| Ow. |
[Feb. 26th, 2012|04:34 am] |
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I tend to lucid dream reasonably often, and much of that time I can excercise some degree of control over the dream. There are, however, times when I can't change anything despite knowing it's a dream, and just have to either go with the flow or force myself awake. The other night I dreamt I was surrounded by around half a dozen people who were stabbing me with a variety of swords and knives and things. It hurt, it was annoying, and although I was aware it was a dream I just couldn't do anything about it. I could only groan "this dream sucks, seriously, fuck this dream" until I could wake up.
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| Hmm |
[Oct. 18th, 2011|02:47 am] |
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My dreams last night (actually yesterday morning; I'm almost fully nocturnal again) were stranger than usual. In one, an old friend and I were sitting in the stands of a sports event at some indoor arena, and instead of watching the game I was fending off said friend's repeated awkward and uncomfortable sexual advances and gropes toward me. I kept saying no and pushing him away, but he kept ignoring my protests and trying again. This is odd because I really don't think I'm that guy's type in real life, even if I were I'm sure he'd be far better-behaved than that and he'd certainly take no for an answer the first time, and I don't go out to watch sporting events.
Later I was at the house of a relative I haven't visited in real life since I was a kid. Nobody else was in the house. I raided the refrigerator and found a delicious-looking cake. I knew that for some reason I wasn't allowed to have a piece, but I did anyway and it was ridiculously delicious.
In a later dream, I was hanging with my sister at a humongous department store; K-Mart, possibly, but a much larger one than I've ever seen. Though I was my current age, my grown sister was a young kid of perhaps 10 again. We were both dressed in superhero Halloween costumes; I don't remember what hers was, but mine was the 1997 film version of Robin. (Fat chance I'd ever choose that one to wear in reality.) We were wandering around the store hoping to entertain people, but the customers who had children with them got really angry with us; they assumed we were paid by the store to market the costumes to their kids.
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| Roses |
[Aug. 21st, 2011|10:07 pm] |
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Really strange epic battle dream. There were three kings, and they were each leading their knights and generals into a massive battle with one another. However, while the context of the world this was taking place in kept changing, as did the characters from whose point-of-view I followed events, the three main characters - the kings - remained the exact same.
The dream began in a futuristic setting aboard starships, with the kings being the starship captains. I saw this from the point-of-view of a member of the starship crew preparing for the battle. Then the setting shifted to a fantasy sword-and-sorcery D&D-type setting, with everyone riding off to the battle on horseback. I saw this part from the point-of-view of one of the kings, and learned this way that the three kings had cellphones and were taunting each other via text message before the battle began. That shifted things into a present-day setting where I was away from the battle, but aware of it from the point-of-view of a child in one of the kingdoms hiding from the battle in his house with his family, while his parents tried to comfort him with nursery rhymes. Things then shifted back to the D&D setting again; the battle had happened, and I watched the citizens of the winning kingdom celebrating the victory.
There was a sentence that was spoken by different characters in the different settings, and it's still stuck in my head upon awaking: "Roses are forever and ever, any old way, anyway." It was a spoken password to something on the starship, it was a magic spell spoken by a wizard in the D&D world, it was part of a nursery rhyme read to the child in the modern-day setting, and it was part of a celebratory song again in the D&D world. I awoke with that sentence echoing in my head.
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[Jul. 4th, 2011|03:11 pm] |
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First dream I remember from last night involved going to the wedding of someone I've only met once in real life. Some of my other friends were there, and it was all fun until Tommy Wiseau showed up. It turned he was "director of the wedding," and brought awful costumes and scripts that all the guests had to use in order to make the wedding fit his vision. I wanted to just leave, but my date at the wedding was someone on whom I've got a major crush so I stuck around.
A later dream took place in a corporate boardroom of some sort; one wall of the room was taken up by 1940s-military-style radio communication equipment. The crowd of people in there needed to use this equipment, and it was my job to get it working. One man tearfully thanked me when I was able to show him which plug to use for his headphones. An old lady then stole the headphones I had been using and claimed they were hers.
Finally, there was a dream which took place in the small theatre at which I worked as a teenager. I was suddenly back there working on a lighting design for an upcoming play. When the director found out she became really angry; apparently she hated me for some reason and started raging about how I wasn't supposed to be working there anymore. This is especially odd because she's someone with whom I worked there in real life, and was actually one of my closest friends at that place; we always got along really well.
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| Siento inusual. |
[Jun. 12th, 2011|04:08 pm] |
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I woke from a dream in which it was, for some reason, vitally important I find a Spanish-dubbed download of Withnail & I. Like, saving-the-world important.
I don't remember any further details about the dream, but I do sort of want to see that film in Spanish now.
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| Erm. |
[May. 15th, 2011|04:28 pm] |
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Why am I having dreams about being a panelist at a television awards show? I don't like television awards shows, but I'd somehow forgotten this in the dream and was quite happy to be there.
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| urgh |
[Apr. 19th, 2011|12:53 am] |
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I fell asleep listening to Internet radio, and dreamt I was working on a talk radio show (not the one at which I really work.) In the dream I couldn't get the controls to fade the music out so I could do my show, and ended up awkwardly shouting over it while interviewing Frank Conniff. One of the songs featured swearing, making me panic about getting bitten by the FCC and fired.
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| Recursion and explosion |
[Mar. 29th, 2011|11:13 pm] |
Last weekend I was awake for around two days straight. When I finally did get to sleep, most of my dreams involved going to sleep. Inb4 Inception jokes.
Earlier today I nodded off briefly, and awoke with a single sentence echoing in my mind: "How do you drop a grenade into a can of paint, and not paint everything in the room?" I'm still meditating on that. Thoughts?
In a rare real-life note for my friends on DW/LJ, if you're in New York City on April 11 come see this show I'm in! </shamelessplug>
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| TARDISes? TARDeeSe? TARDI? |
[Feb. 9th, 2011|03:12 pm] |
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Had a fannish dream last night which involved the Eleventh Doctor and Jack Harkness running around my house as it looked when I was very young. At one point there was a plan to use one TARDIS to tow another, non-working TARDIS (which was a police box literally up on cement blocks) to a repair facility.
Even in my subconscious, fezzes are cool.
Later I ended up a student back in a particular school I've never seen in real life, but often attend in dreams. Upon waking I can never remember all that much about those particular dreams, though I think during each one I remember the events of the previous ones again, and there is a sense of some continuity and narrative between them.
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| Hrm |
[Jan. 5th, 2011|01:45 pm] |
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Just woke from a dream in which I was listening to some classy evening-gown-wearing singer, Shirley Bassey or someone like that, performing a cover of Eric Clapton's "Cocaine" song in which the lyric was changed to "champagne."
I wonder if that's been done already in real life, it seems a bit obvious.
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| Come hear the tale of Skara Brae |
[Dec. 25th, 2010|12:03 pm] |
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I dreamed of playing the old Bard's Tale games I loved so much on the Apple IIe at least 100 years ago. As so often happens in videogame dreams, the perspective kept shifting between being myself playing the game on a computer, and being a character within the game.
I hadn't played or even thought about those games much in 20 years or so, but today I woke up desperate to play them again. I just downloaded the three games off this Bard's Tale site, in the original Apple II format, and shall take a shot at running through them once again. Woo!
Happy and merry holidays, current and belated, where applicable.
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| Good old-fashioned values |
[Dec. 4th, 2010|04:18 pm] |
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After not really sleeping for two days, I crashed for 13 hours and woke up feeling marvelous.
I had a dream which involved a Broadway musical version of Family Guy. My perspective kept shifting around between a member of the audience watching the show, an actor playing a character in the show, a technical person working behind the scenes of the show, and an actual character in the show. I remember finding it pretty hilarious, but of course all the jokes evaporated from my memory when I woke up.
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[Nov. 28th, 2010|05:11 am] |
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For the first time in ages, I had a nightmare about the arcade I used to run. It was the standard workplace-type nightmares everyone has occasionally, wherein you're trying to do your job but suddenly forget how to do something simple, you keep losing count or misreading paperwork, etc. I find the experience is always a bit more unsettling when it features a job I haven't had for ages; it feels like the occasional nightmares I have reliving stuff like High School, stuck in some class or social situation while thinking somewhere in the back of my dream-addled mind "wait, aren't I in my 30s?"
I guess it makes a certain sort of sense, though; whatever chunk in the back of my head insists upon generating me that sort of nightmare doesn't have much else to work with these days. It must be difficult to build that sort of structurally-enforceable nightmare environment about the entirely unstructured freelance work I'm doing at the moment.
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| D&D |
[Nov. 16th, 2010|01:56 pm] |
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Dreamt I was at a gamer convention. Wil Wheaton was there, and he greeted me as though he knew me. Then he mentioned that night's scheduled large-scale Dungeons and Dragons tournament, and how he knew my campaign would be great and he couldn't wait to play it. I tried explaining that I didn't make one, and in fact it's been around 7 years since I GMed anything and 10 since I've touched D&D, but he didn't seem to hear me so I had no choice but to suddenly make a campaign ready for playing by about 100 people that evening.
Sleep was fitful and I kept waking up during this dream, reassuring myself that I wasn't really at such an event and didn't have to do such a job, but I kept slipping back into the same dream again. Unsettling.
A later dream involved me as Craig Ferguson's cameraman, following him as he wandered around the city and complained about things being dirty. I don't know why.
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| Cards |
[Oct. 24th, 2010|07:08 pm] |
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There was a dream in which I was a member of a scooby-gang type of crowd; some of the others were friends of mine from real life, some were people I didn't recognize after waking but in the dream they were also close friends, and some were fictional characters from the real world. In the dream we were a group of friends who had some important mission to accomplish (about which I no longer remember anything) and had no idea whatsoever how to go about it. Discussing the matter just made us all more confused.
For some reason, there were lots of cards around. There were standard playing cards, Pokemon-style game cards, business cards, recipe cards, ID cards, pop-culture-based collectible cards, tarot cards, credit cards, baseball cards, every kind of card one might find lying around. We gathered all the various cards we could and shuffled them all together, then dealt them out to all of us to play a serious game which would help us figure out how to deal with the problem. Within the dream this seemed like a normal method this group had always used to solve problems like this, and I knew how to proceed as though I'd done it a million times before.
We began by stating the problem we were all facing, in the manner of the intro to a story. Then each person in turn would take a card from their hand, place it down on the deck, and come up with the next part of the story which somehow related to the card itself or something on it. A Pokemon card of a Pikachu, which uses electricity attacks, could mean the next bit of the story had something to do with electricity. A playing card could mean the number or the suit was important to what was going on. A business card for a plumber could mean the next part of the plan involved using some pipes. And so on.
After a number of rounds of this we had a complete plan to tackle whatever the job was we had to do. That's when I woke up.
I used to read tarot cards a lot, the fully-illustrated sort rather than just numbered, and that activity tends to work on the same principle. Strip away the "OMG PSYCHIC POWARZ" or other trappings some might attach to it and tarot reading boils down to basically an intuitive storytelling device. Each card has an archetypal illustration which provides part of a narrative. If you lay out the cards of a traditionally-illustrated tarot deck in numerical order, they basically tell the archetypal story of life from start to end with each card serving as one of the chapters. If you're reading a card in a tarot spread you can use the story behind its image, or if some particular detail of the image "jumps out" at the reader that can be used by itself to inspire that bit of story, and they each provide part of a running narrative which builds throughout the tarot spread. When reading cards for someone, the spread's narrative as read by the reader will ostensibly cohere and relate to whatever the querent was asking about.
I don't do tarot readings much for others anymore, but for myself I find them quite useful for getting past writer's block, providing random things to meditate on, and other situations in which I just need something to start from and let my mind wander and build onto. The card game in this dream was sort of a weird collaborative version of that, using all sorts of source material to enable the group to tell a story which, had the dream continued, I assume would have matched up with subsequent events.
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| ARG. |
[Oct. 22nd, 2010|02:12 pm] |
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I'd been awake for around 20 hours when I drifted off for an hour or so of fitful sleep plagued with unsettling, disjointed, but mostly lucid nightmares. Then I woke up literally halfway; I was laying on my right side, with only my right eye open. I could see my computer, with all the correct windows and tweets and everything going on and the correct time displayed; this was not part of the dream. What was part of the dream was on my left side and behind me; I sensed some shadowy, unseeable, horrible thing which climbed up my back and began clawing and tearing at my left shoulder blade area, making growling monster noises. Through all this I couldn't move anything but my right eye.
I was aware enough to realize that I was stuck in a state of sleep paralysis, and I struggled to move any part of my body and wake up the rest of the way. While I did so, the thing kept mauling and tearing into my shoulder; knowing it was a dream didn't make it hurt less. I silently commanded myself "get up, there's nothing there." I heard from over my left shoulder in response, in a gravelly, muffled voice of a hellish creature with its mouth partially full, feeling the breath of every word on the back of my neck, "YOU'RE RIGHT, NOTHNG HERE." At that I finally gasped and rolled over onto on empty bed in my empty room, my shoulder mercifully intact and uneaten.
That was a couple of hours ago; I immediately went into the kitchen, had some coffee, and played with the cats for a bit. I should get more sleep, but NOT JUST NOW thankyouverymuch.
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| Duelling Abes |
[Oct. 6th, 2010|01:35 pm] |
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The one component of last night's dreaming I remember clearly is that there were twin Abraham Lincolns, a good and an evil one, wandering around town. For some reason, it was vitally important to figure out which was which. This wasn't easy because while one was stoic and distinguished and the other unpredictable and chaotic, they were both being very nice and either one could have been the evil one trying his best to hide his evilness.
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| erm? |
[Sep. 19th, 2010|02:16 am] |
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Still struggling awake from a very strange dream in which I was driving around with my family through a ghost town somewhere. Apparently the place had been uninhabited since getting hit with a peculiar type of bomb; one which randomly vaporized walls and roofs while leaving the inside structures and contents unharmed. So, there were open spaces populated by kitchen with dinners still served on them, living room sofas across from televisions, beds and nightstands, etc. No idea what happened to the people, but the place was then left just as it was since whatever happened happened.
We were exploring, taking pictures, etc. when we discovered an intact house that looked exactly like our own, only mirrored, and with the paint job as it was in the 1980s. We went inside and everything was there as we remembered it, but in the precise mirror position of our home as it looked back when I was around 12. In another bizarre twist, everything with writing on it was there as well - but in a random foreign language. In what would have been my room there were all the same books and posters I'd owned back then but in Belgian, in the kitchen the food labels and cookbooks were in Arabic, etc. with a different language in each room.
This weirdness was followed by, or preceded by, a dream which has almost completely faded from memory. All I remember was it involved the Blues Brothers in some capacity.
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| I'm free. |
[Sep. 16th, 2010|09:39 am] |
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Just struggled awake from a dream in which I was performing in a Broadway musical version of Are You Being Served?. I had a duet with Mrs. Slocombe.
Yesterday I was grumbly about the fact that all the Broadway shows advertised on a railroad platform were remakes of other things, Broadway being stuck in the same remake sinkhole as Hollywood films. I guess it stuck more deeply in my head than I thought. |
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