Thursday morning, Jan 6, I had a dream that was very like the movie "Timecop" in plot. I view this as stemming from watching Twitter a huge amount over the last week. Blogger Matt Yglesias likes that movie so much he watched it again for recreation New Years Eve and tweeted about how perfect it is again. I of course despise most cop movies though I can enjoy them because I like action and I love sci-fi. Timecop is just so-so for me and definitely not my favorite Van Damme since the action idea is a cop who murders when he can't get a conviction is the alpha-male sexual hero. Even Dirty Harry didn't do that. My dream was more like "Time Assassin" since both men were trained assassins instead of cops and my "good" character had one of those giant capes like batman has in Dark Knight comics
Waking up from this dream was a dramatic transformation again. This time it was involving colliding and falling through different time sequences as through thin membranes until I looked up and saw the way out from endless time travel and death. I leaped upwards and out as I awoke.
Dream diary update. I really didn't want to continue my dreams blog. For some reason writing about my dreams felt wrong somehow. Most of the ones I've remembered took details from my daily thoughts and spun a yarn anyway so there was nothing else to study. Anyway last Thursday, Dec 30 before the MidwestI had a clusterfuck of winter tornadoes on New Year's Eve, I had dreams of green Nature and fairies. This was only days after another winter storm rushed up the East coast to kill 3 reportedly. There were other unreported East Coast deaths later from not digging out for hospital care. New Year's Day after staying up I had unmemorable dreams about manipulating cubes and boxes to construct things. I also dreamed later that morning about dropping things like moon pies and bananas for the New Year countdown. No doubt I just wanted to eat them but we didn't have any fruit. Sunday, Jan 2 I had sex dreams about horny female sailors and dumb officers after watching the college humor Captain Owen Honors Navy training video on Medialite Saturday night. Monday, Jan 3 I dreamed about my family in a sitcom with Muammar al-Gaddafi in military uniform. That dream was unusual enough to be premonitory but the only news about him this week is that Wikileaks cablegate has forced them to replace the US ambassador for some offensive remarks. Since my dream was really about my family I saw no immediate connection. Tuesday I had a dream about Lady Gaga music. No surprises what I was thinking about there even though it was mostly music, disco dancing, and partying that I missed and not really sex.
Just now I had a dream about Foreigner music, Cold As Ice, after spending the day Wednesday trolling Twitter for news updates on Climate Change, Flockalypse, and the 112th Teabagger Congress. I can only guess about which one of those 3 inspired that dream.
I fell asleep into a a peaceful nap at midday. I slept for 3 hours and dreamed about Gershwin music again. This time it was the snippet of Porgy & Bess Suite orchestra that I caught on CAS this Sunday morning. I was walking around a city full of nice folks and the music was moving everything. Nobody said a word.
They just smiled like friends and mimed things.
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
