Return to dream diary blog, Differences in Liberal & Conservative brains

   Well, I almost abandoned this blog this time. There are several reasons why. The main one is that I felt that dwelling too much on my dreams would drive me mad. A recent dream study shows that political Liberals tend to have much more vivid dreams & troubled sleep than political Conservatives do. Well I am about as Liberal as they come. In addition my brain may be more susceptible to bizarre dreams in other ways. I also felt that it was a good time to leave off the dream diary and focus more on my political blogging and other online studies.  One of the reasons I stayed in school for so many years (26 for college) is that concentrating & focusing regularly on my studies helps distract me from these internal disturbances.
    I am extremely Liberal w/ an IQ measured  in the 170-195 range, a creative IQ est in the 180s, and w/ an open and natural values system from my tolerant familial & social environment. I figured that anything that stimulates my pronounced Liberalism is bound to make me feel about as enlightened as Gandhi and theoretically as creative as Picasso. Alternatively, obsessing over the latest dream diary post at night after an internal freak show every 2 hours was making my sleep interruptions worse. I'd end up passing out at odd times and unable to plan tasks. I even lost track of one of my beloved cats, who was taken from here while I was in one such fainting state on the early morning of Oct 4. In the following post I'll go into some of the disturbing dream images I've been trying very hard to forget. I'll also go into more details on the subject of my missing cat.
    Other studies show that Liberal brains become more compassionate & open w/ political activity, while Conservatives tend to further close their minds w/ the same social activity. I understand that "open" and "closed" are relative terms, but that's just paraphrasing the way it was newscast to me. So for me switching blogs seemed like a win-win. My unpleasant disequilibrium in the dream diary would become remote in my thoughts and my daily focus instead on my twitter and tumblr blogs would make me more compassionate and creative. Here's enumeration lists on the relative behavioral differences and neuroanatomy of Liberal and Conservative brains. Coincidentally, political research shows that gullible voters tend to trust numbered lists implicitly, so politicians will frequently argue points in 3's when seeking to lull their minds to acceptance.

Mount Etna, Pacific fissure, cats, Hell, Bauerschwein, Château dreams

   Dream diary update. My dreams lately have been unimportant to me. Nevertheless they have been typically odd, with lots of horror and violence. Last weekend I had several dreams about living in a post-apocalypse world and in Hell. This is my normal dream pattern unfortunately. So it doesn't bother me a bit unless I am depressed. Therefore I chose not to blog or dwell too much on them. Not even when I had repeats of my prescient dreams from Dec about being immolated by an exploding volcano (Mt Etna), or about being swallowed by an underwater fissure together with 3 of them (plate tectonics).

   I've been having a lot of dreams about cats. This is not surprising since our backyard jungle is like a visitor's center for them. I keep our three cats deliriously happy and joyful. The small bowl of food I put at the back door for daytime visitors is usually gobbled away by noon. They like to run and frolic through the yard and trees with our cats.

   2 weeks ago I had repeated dreams about a post-apocalypse or about Hell. Unfortunately this is fairly typical for my dreams whenever I get a little anxious. More disturbing is that my command role has often become demon lord or barbarian. I am usually not casting myself in the helpless victim's role, even when I am losing a fight. Many of my dreams about Hell lately are about being a lost child wandering a dusty, buried cityscape. The Demons usually look wary and stay away from me since I delight in torturing and cannibalizing them. Safe to say I was an unruly child, both in my dreams and in real life. In the devastated dreamscape I usually pick through the bones for scraps and play with broken toys. Thursday night after watching the Grimm episode "The Three Bad Wolves" I dreamed my child self ate a half-dead Bauerschwein cop I stumbled across in the wasteland. Curiously the grave dust and ash on him looked a lot like the coating from his mud bath.

Last night the Hell dream changed. For one thing my dream Hell became the South of France. I dreamed I was operating on myself. I had become concerned that my legs were becoming saggy bags of fatty liquid. This dream symbol is no doubt incorporating my waking dissatisfaction with my nephews discontinuing our daily walks together. They had good reason since the youngest one's wheelchair broke. Still it pissed me off. This time in my dream operation I totally peeled back my flesh until there was only a cluster of cells and organ tissue left. Then I stitched myself back together again completely with the help of 2 French medical assistants. When I finished I began walking through a perilous trail in the French Alps. I finally reached the Château around dusk. The old villagers were becoming demons so they were wary I would eat them. One old woman took me under her wing and showed me how to fish for scraps to eat around the drains. When the last rays of the sun set in my dream world I awoke. Curiously, the first rays of dawn light was in the windows. My dream world dusk had become dawn.

Sex, cats, angels music dreams

   Dream diary update. Had a lot of sex dreams this weekend. Seems my testosterone is way up since I started dieting again with light exercise 2 weeks ago. Took steps to try to deal with it yesterday unsuccessfully. I guess it figures I couldn't get rid of them now since September is the month with the highest male sperm counts and sex drives in the circadian cycle.
   Ive also been dreaming about cats and angels. This Jackie Evancho music from her PBS/Great Performances concert replays just follows me into my sleep. After listening to it again last night I've been dreaming about "Dark Waltz" and dropping off to sleep all morning. I dreamed about it again just now after having a big breakfast nap.

Lost nephews, cats, fruit, pope, bum fight dreams

Dream diary update. I haven't been keeping up because my dreams have been disturbing lately. Usually I get up early and try to forget about them immediately. I catch up with an afternoon  nap later. Anyway last week I had a lot of dreams about losing my nephews or being lost looking for them. I also had dreams about being a cat and inventing new fruit. This week my dreams have been about homelessness including one just an hour ago. Having been homeless before its safe to say I don't want to go back. Unfortunately current events in the US kleptocracy doesn't inspire me with much confidence. This weekend I dreamed about participating in bum fights. Just now I had a dream that can be described as Oliver Twist meets the Manson family in Deliverance country. Of course in my recent dreams I am an enthusiastic participant though I am usually too much a lone wolf to participate in deviant or salacious activities with the true sociopaths. I just don't intend to be last in the pecking order for meat or to show any weakness. I also had a dream Saturday about meeting the pope at the ballet theater. We mostly ignored each other.