Boschian, anime, pop music, Crows, earthquakes, Diety, Kama Sutra dreams

   Dream diary update. I've been avoiding the dream diary again. I put off making entries for a week, mostly cuz I've been having nightly sex dreams.
   Last week I had lots of deviant dreams, but instead of just straight sex there was quite a bit of mixed sex along with violent events so I skipped the entries. It was like being a dark dream world with new corruptions at every turn and all problems had a short & violent solution. Thematically the series of dreams was much like the controversial anime short Kite with myself in the starring role. It reminded me of the recurring nightmares I had after seeing the full-sized reproduction of Hieronymous Bosch' Garden of Earthly Delights the first time in college. 

This time was even more lurid & vivid. I vastly prefer the music and deity dreams.
   On Saturday before attending Occupy Wall Street protests I had some marvelous dreams about world revolution in the future. It was like a combination of Russian surrealist drama banned by the Soviets and the classic Rintaro anime Metropolis. That and the act of marching to join protesters managed to expiate the violent dreams. Later Saturday and Sunday I just dreamed about light things like pop music by female artists Rihanna and Lady Gaga. Monday and Tuesday my dreams turned toward design. Wednesday I had a divination dream about the future and earthquakes. When I woke up the OH cops had happily murdered 18 Bengal tigers along with quite a few other escaped animals.
   Thanks to the cold snap I must have slept for 20 hours Thursday. This afternoon I had another dream about being a God again. This time I was an air deity instead of water. This is probably from enthusiastically watching lots of PBS/Nature this week since on Sunday they featured "A Murder of Crows". The crow is one of my personal divination symbols, therefore it has some dream significance.

    I just had one an hour ago that was right out of the Kama Sutra.

The Kama Sutra dream is probably from watching old Jenna Jameson porn clips last night on Redtube, since I studied both Kama Sutra and Ms Jameson's work around the same time as a grad student

Diety, opera allegro, carnage dream

Dream diary update. The heat of the Midwest summer has interrupted my sleep rhythms. I now siesta through the hottest part of the day, afternoon, while catching up on the rest after midnight sometime. Anyway two nights ago I had a dream that was so intense that I woke up with a storm of creative brain activity. I immediately blogged several times and microblogged on Twitter for an intense 14 hours. I still recall some dream details so I think I should write about them in the dream diary.
   In my dream I was a different kind of God. In our "real" world I was but a helpless fool and beggar. When I shifted into seventh dimension however our "real" world became a simple abstraction. The many people I tried to help and massacres around me all were represented as white mathematical symbols continuously scribing in space over a flat game board. The game board was tiled so boundaries of places like Yemen and Sri Lanka were clearly outlined. The piles of bodies from the mayhem in our world were represented in the alternate dimension by beautifully crafted game pieces.
   Another thing unique to my alternate dimension was resounding opera chorus singing in the background that echoed everywhere. When I shifted there the sounds of the tenor Pavarotti and a full cast could be heard. I couldn't place the opera but it sounded like a blend of "I Pagliacci", one I couldn't place, and "Les Misérables." I know that doesn't make a lot of sense. I think the one I couldn't place in the blended choruses may have been an unnamed Spanish Zarzuela opera. So the dimensional opera I was listening to was in at least 3 different languages in which I am versed, if that is consequential.
   Like most Deity dreams I was extremely powerful in my alternate dimension. Somewhere between Odin and Apollo I think with some traits of the trickster Coyote. It was this aspect of the dream that led me to avoid writing about it. I don't always like recording my lusts.