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(no subject) [Nov. 28th, 2010|05:11 am]
Rob Vincent
[Mood |tiredtired]

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]
Rob Vincent
[Mood |tiredtired]

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]
Rob Vincent
[Mood |contemplativecontemplative]

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.

This entry originally posted at http://rob-t-firefly.dreamwidth.org/53434.html. You are welcome to comment here, or over there using your Dreamwidth account, LiveJournal account, or any other OpenID.
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ARG. [Oct. 22nd, 2010|02:12 pm]
Rob Vincent
[Mood |indescribableindescribable]

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.

This entry originally posted at http://rob-t-firefly.dreamwidth.org/53185.html. You are welcome to comment here, or over there using your Dreamwidth account, LiveJournal account, or any other OpenID.
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Duelling Abes [Oct. 6th, 2010|01:35 pm]
Rob Vincent
[Mood |confusedconfused]

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.

This entry originally posted at http://rob-t-firefly.dreamwidth.org/52862.html. You are welcome to comment here, or over there using your Dreamwidth account, LiveJournal account, or any other OpenID.
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erm? [Sep. 19th, 2010|02:16 am]
Rob Vincent
[Mood |exhaustedexhausted]

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.

This entry originally posted at http://rob-t-firefly.dreamwidth.org/52555.html. You are welcome to comment here, or over there using your Dreamwidth account, LiveJournal account, or any other OpenID.
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I'm free. [Sep. 16th, 2010|09:39 am]
Rob Vincent
[Mood |tiredtired]

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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plaid [Sep. 8th, 2010|08:31 am]
Rob Vincent
[Mood |tiredtired]

I just dreamed that George Lucas was making yet another Star Wars film, and I was working on it in some capacity. I was completely torn between obsequiously thanking him for letting me work on Star Wars with him, and bitching him out for continuing to screw up Star Wars with more freaking unnecessary films.
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I'm sailing away... [Sep. 5th, 2010|02:53 am]
Rob Vincent
Rare RL posts are SRS BSNS! >:-[

I'm officially migrating this blog from LiveJournal to Dreamwidth. This move is not just due to the latest bits of asshattery on the part of LJ's overlords, those were just the latest and final straws. Over the last few years LiveJournal has become less and less like the site I've loved using since joining up seven years ago. Dreamwidth was started by former LJ staff with an eye toward fixing things LJ has been doing wrong while keeping what LJ has done well, and they really seem to have the right ideas. For instance, this FAQ made me very happy.

My posts to Dreamwidth will automatically crosspost back to LiveJournal, and I'm still going to be keeping up with LJ comments and the people and comms on LJ I love so very very much, but my primary posting place is now on Dreamwidth and I won't be renewing my paid LJ when it runs out in a few weeks. From the LJ end my stuff will still work as it always has, I'll just have less icons to play with.

You wonderful folks from LJ can already sign in to Dreamwidth with your LiveJournal OpenIDs for commenting and such, and even though I almost never f-lock anything my LJ friends have been granted full access to my Dreamwidth. If you've already got a Dreamwidth, add me there!

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Ain't no dream like a migraine dream. [Aug. 29th, 2010|05:47 pm]
Rob Vincent
[Mood |draineddrained]

The main thing I remember from dreaming last night - well, I say "last night" but it was really from around 6AM to 3PM - is I was sneaking around a hospital for some important reason, I had some sort of mission to accomplish. Suddenly I was caught by a member of hospital staff, but I bluffed my way out of it by claiming to be one of the catering staff. The person who'd caught me believed my story, and directed me to the hospital's catering hall. (Did I mention the hospital had a catering hall? It did.) The rest of the dream was me cleaning up tables, waiting for my chance to sneak back into the rest of the hospital and finish whatever I was there to do.

Somewhere in the middle of everything I remember seeing a (real life) old friend of mine from a former job, with whom I had fallen out of touch. It was really nice to see her again, so upon waking up I got in touch with her again in real life, and we're going to catch up soon. :-D
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Hmph. [Jul. 31st, 2010|08:05 am]
Rob Vincent
[Mood |annoyedannoyed]

I just had a dream in which, unrelated to the dream's events (it was a standard flashback to an old job,) I'd come up with a perfect mashup of five or six songs that would mix really well together. I even, in the dream, wrote them down on a slip of paper and put it in my pocket so I'd remember them.

Naturally, the first thing to vanish from my memory when I awoke was which songs they were. The boring bits of the dream involving a menial job I held when I was a teenager are all safe and sound in my brain, taking up cells they'll probably never leave, but the interesting bit which could have inspired creativity is gone forever.

Is the rest of my day going to go like this?

Apropos of nothing, I've finally gotten round to setting up this dream journal to feed to my Twitter, where it will fail to catch the interest of an entirely new community of readers. Hello Twitterers, here's why this exists.
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standing up [Jul. 26th, 2010|08:05 am]
Rob Vincent
[Mood |moodymoody]

I vaguely remember dreaming last night that I was doing a standup comedy act on a stage somewhere. The one joke I remember telling in it was; "There's a great film out called The Kids Are All Right, about a lesbian couple raising a family. You may have heard of it, it's already winning all sorts of awards; the Itawamba County film festival just voted it 'Best Horror Film.'"
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*arguably alive [Jul. 20th, 2010|10:18 pm]
Rob Vincent
[Mood |intimidatedintimidated]

Portal before bed means nightmares about GLaDOS. Brr!
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Bawk? [Jun. 21st, 2010|04:03 pm]
Rob Vincent
[Mood |confusedconfused]

Last night I dreamed that my basement stairs collapsed, and my efforts to repair them kept failing.

Later I noticed a couple of chickens (!) running around in my backyard, and I assumed they belonged to my friend Gus who has been known to keep pet chickens. So I chased them down and held onto them, and they actually began purring (?!) while I made my way to Gus' house. When I got there she informed me that they weren't her chickens at all, but she'd clean them up and cook them for me if I wanted. The chickens began purring even more at that (?!?) and I woke up.
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urgh [Jun. 1st, 2010|10:22 am]
Rob Vincent
[Mood |tiredtired]

Hat a fitful night of sleep with a few dreams. In one I was watching and/or experiencing an episode of Quantum Leap in which Sam Beckett got home and was playing around in the Imaging Chamber with Al.

In another there was a concert going on wherein the band was playing Weebl's Amazing Horse loop over and over, which slowly morphed into a heavy rock ballad type of thing.

In the third there was a party going on which consisted of a reunion of my 8th grade class, which sometimes took place in my house, and sometimes took place in the old classroom. A video was playing in my living room of my old teacher, who had passed away, on some sort of talk show. I wasn't enjoying the party so I sat down in front of that for a while, and the teacher stopped having whatever conversation she was having and turned toward me, and started asking me about the stuff I'd been up to since school. I didn't think this was odd, and I answered her questions happily.
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Butchers and cars [May. 9th, 2010|10:58 am]
Rob Vincent
[Mood |contemplativecontemplative]

A dream last night involved going to a small butcher's shop and buying a packet of steaks. After bringing them home, I went online and discovered a grainy photograph on some blog which showed a panoramic view of the inside of a different, much larger, meat market at night. Despite it being a photograph, there was almost undetectable movement in it, as though someone or something sinister were trying to hide in the shadows. The blog on which this photograph was posted asked its readers to investigate.

So, I got into my mother's car and drove out to the shop. It was daylight, but the shop was closed. I happened to have the key for some reason, so I went inside and looked around. It was generically creepy, but I couldn't find anything notable, so I locked the store back up and drove away. At this point I realized that I hadn't informed my mom I'd be borrowing her car, so I decided to call her and explain. I opened my phone, but the screen refused to light up. I looked closer at the screen, but the dark square started to expand and absorb my entire field of vision like a black hole. Then I woke up.

The creepy meat market seemed based on a local place called Casanova Meat Market my family started going to when I was young. It is much smaller and less creepy in real life. Last night's Doctor Who episode name-checked Casanova, perhaps that's why it was knocking around in my subconscious.

In real life, I don't drive and never got a license. I took a few lessons when I was 16 or so, but lost interest and haven't driven since then. In the dream I sort of vaguely remembered this fact, and my driving got shakier when I began to think about how I didn't really know how to do it, but when I decided to stop thinking about it and improvise everything was okay again.
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I might be a dork. [Apr. 26th, 2010|12:00 pm]
Rob Vincent
[Mood |geekygeeky]
[Media |www.radioparadise.com]

Have you ever fallen asleep whilst trying to tackle a particularly aggravating coding problem, and dream the answer? And when you wake up you remember the answer you dreamed, you quickly implement it, and it totally works?

I just did. \o/

Good job, brain. You get a cookie.
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Owie. [Apr. 16th, 2010|02:12 am]
Rob Vincent
[Mood |amusedamused]

Got hit with a huge migraine that knocked me out yesterday afternoon. As always, the dreams while sleeping it off were particularly odd and disjointed, but one in particular is still making me laugh.

A teenage girl was eagerly watching a new popular movie, a Twlight type of thing with a bunch of dark, brooding, emo guys in it. She was loving the film so much that she immediately started writing explicit slash fiction about the characters and sketching yaoi fanart on a notepad, while whispering to her friends that "the subtext is so totally there," "you just know they're doing it, it's so sweet," and "I can't wait to get this onto DeviantArt."

Suddenly, the characters in the film she was watching actually did kiss and start having sex, at which point the girl looked shocked, then disappointed. She sighed, threw her notepad away, and walked out of the cinema.
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um. [Mar. 26th, 2010|08:39 pm]
Rob Vincent
[Mood |confusedconfused]

The only thing I can remember about a dream I just had was I kept getting followed around by Danny Bonaduce, as a kid from back when he was in The Partridge Family. It was aggravating as he kept wanting to talk to me about The Partridge Family, no matter how many times I told him I really wasn't a fan and I wished he'd leave me alone.

No idea why that show is in my head, I haven't seen it since the 1980s and I didn't like it back then.
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Radio blah-blah [Feb. 27th, 2010|09:12 pm]
Rob Vincent
[Mood |curiouscurious]

I've been purposely falling asleep with music on lately. I enjoy how the songs can intrude upon and mutate dreams; what might have been a standard dream about going back to high school becomes a dream about going back to high school with my best pals Warren Zevon and the Talking Heads.

The only downside I can see is that my favorite Internet radio station is run by a DJ with a very distinctive voice, and I think his reminders that the station is community-sponsored and pleas to join his listener forums are in danger of becoming lodged in my subconscious. I think I'll switch to MP3 playlists for a bit.

Has anyone else played with this sort of thing?
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