I had an uncomfortable dream this morning. I watched the Tim Burton remake of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on cable prime time last night.
Just as with the first movie I had a sort of nightmare about Mike Teevee killing people by pulling them out of a giant TV we were watching them with. I ran out of my people and started watching the African tundra and Scottish Highlands. I started to reach for them to pull them from the TV when the power went out. In darkness I looked around the dead giant TV room as I awoke. Fluffy was sleeping with me on the bed. I view this loss of habitat theme as one of my premonitory dream ideas, probably due to the apparent acceleration of Climate Change in the wake of failed talks and hyperconsumption impetus.
Dream diary update. I just had a dream about playing with a giant railgun to mine meteors from a suborbital platform. When I used my giant gun I heard a deep bass playing music for me. My railgun had a massive barrel and whenever I was bored I used it to write patterns on the moon.
When I awoke on the couch upstairs mom was watching ABC/GMA. Robin Roberts was interviewing gun law activist/filmmaker Colin Goddard who had recently gone undercover with a hidden camera at weekend gun shows. Colin Goddard's "Living for 32" I'm not surprised my railgun dream was contrary to the commercial network television topic that mom plays at high volume. I frequently have dream themes that run counter to external irritants.
Dream diary update. I had a nice dream today after falling asleep with Fluffy on top of me while watching ice skating reruns on NBC. My dream was all about a fictional family and friends and ice skating with them in New York's Central Park. My sister and her kids were there skating and so was Fluffy and they were all happy healthy humans instead of 3 fat disabled folks and an old cat.
Now I just had another existential nightmare. I fell asleep tonight watching cult movies and an old 1950s Etiquette short on RTV/Off Beat Cinema. The feature film on Off Beat Cinema was The Magic Sword (1962) again, which gets rerun way too often.
I was unsuccessful in looking up the social manners/Etiquette short on youtube. I found lots of dopey manners vids instead that mean nothing to me. My etiquette has always been polite and cold with most people even as I restrain my natural impulses to tell them how stupid most of their ideas are.
Since I fell asleep with my TV on RTV, I got a ton of infomercials in my sleep. Hence my existential nightmare tonight involved the pyramid marketing fraud about "Making money on credit flows." Only in my dream I was trapped in a mafia town that eats up foreigners by making them give up their credit information to speculate on the local pizzeria. I tried to escape by wandering around the streets but the entire town was under their control and they had me followed with lookouts. The pizzeria was staffed with fat lazy people of varying ethnicities who all looked like they were pretending to work hard. Sort of like the conservative Republican idea of what most unions are like. The scam would be over once they got all your personal information and maxed out all your credit to run the small business at a staggering loss for a few days. The guy in front of me had no idea he was being scammed out of his capitalist consumer credit. He told me to wish him luck as the lazy people started making thousands of pizzas on his dime. It was my turn to type in my info in the credit pad or else fight them all. I tensed up with my decision as I awoke. Ordinarily in my dream I would have just prepared to kill them all, but this time I was going to simply refuse and let them kill me or beat the extortion money out of me. I must be getting soft-headed. I don't usually choose the Gandhi objection option in the face of savage capitalism.
Dream diary update. I just had a fantastic version of a recurring dream about the animated film Titan AE. I've been having dreams about Titan AE since its 2000 release. Now that was a great year. Anyway in my dream the Earth had managed to beat all of the Drej except for the small flying drones. The Wake Angels from the movie are small fighter drones in my dream. They follow and attempt to destroy anything that attempts to fly above the Earth. In my dream I am an experienced fighter pilot and flight instructor. I instruct the new kids on how to out-fly the Wake Angels and clear shipping lanes to the moon.
I have to keep demonstrating how to out-maneuver the Drej Angels in my wake for some of the students and it makes for some pretty fun aerial stunts. As I executed some amazing aerial ballets to destroy them I awoke. KETC/PBS was just opening Great Performances on TV with the 2007 recording of the San Francisco ballet doing the Nutcracker. http://www.pbs.org/wnet/gperf/episodes/dance-in-america-san-francisco-ballets-nutcracker/introduction/428/ Kristi Yamaguchi did her infamous intro talking about ice skating and dance and how much the two are related a year before her 2008 DWTS debut. I found it a queer sort of symmetry with my dream theme since my dream was about how much being a fighter pilot for Earth and aerial dance are related.
I was also extremely pleased by her TV appearance nascent to my epic dream since Yamaguchi always gives me rock hard wet dreams when she is in them. I know it sounds creepy but there it is. I have to be sentimental since I still remember her epic 1991-92 Olympic figure skating run. I had just moved back in with the parents to go back to school after being a footloose homeless traveler for 5 years. That was before I had been successfully taught at college to keep to my SEC class. Lady Di used to do the same thing for me. XD
Dream diary update. I awoke early this morning I awoke at 3 am after several recurring dreams that I unhappily associate with my lifetime failures to find work placement after graduations. Basically graduation is just as depressing as dropping out for me, and I did both for 34 years from abortive preschools to extended graduate and professional studies. IMAO postgraduate community college was like High School with a strong dose of corporate nepotism thrown in. Nevertheless I am thankfully not currently in any "escalator schools" for middle-aged has-beens like myself and teenaged sex-bunnies. Nevertheless my pointlessly extended school experience still gives me existential nightmares. I dream that I am on a Wonkavator with buttons that point to diplomas. Too bad it doesn't lead to breaking any glass ceilings for me or I might get some help doing it.
I also had a dream about being an old man in an open escalator school for 15-22 year olds. In that dream my movement ends up slowing to a crawl while the teen voices around me go up to chipmunk scales and frequencies.
Finally in my dreams I ended up back in my School of Hard Knocks dream college like the nights before. The subjects covered included synthetic gasoline and Road Warrior fighting techniques over gas, women, and water in the Rust Belt of the future after Climate Change and corporate environmental degradation gets through with us. Despite this dream I still intend to stay in my godforsaken Rust Belt home town basement apartment with no jobs for freaks like me.
Dream diary update. Wednesday afternoon I had this wild dream about street fighting with a gang in Goth makeup. When the dream ended I had split into 8 clones and was defeating all the Goth fighters simultaneously. Even the female Goth I rolled from a moving car, despite my prohibition against hitting female fighters. As the grinning Goths all fell I could hear all my clones laughing maniacally. Their laughter swirled and spiraled up to become the booming laughter of my dream universe creator (myself) as I awoke.
Dream diary entry. Well my dreams of late have been either violent, unpleasant, or forgettable. So I neglected making individual diary entries for them. Last Thursday and Friday I had violent anthropomorphic dreams about children and talking animals and a diabolic giant turtle that wanted me to be a trained sniper. Saturday I dreamed about the new Tron movie and VR, because I wanted to see the 3D movie kind of badly. Sunday's dreams were of being a weather wizard again, probably from listening to transnational news reports about the rampant rains and snows. Monday I dreamed about the Nutcracker Arabian Dance music again like last year
Just now I had a dream about being a penitent priest, probably because I sensed my affectionate cat and Independent Lens: The Calling playing on my TV. http://www.pbs.org/independentlens/calling/
