Dream diary update. Unpleasant creation has been a theme in my dreams lately. That puts them in the same dream genre as that which inspired Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. Yesterday morning around 0725 I had a dream about my 4 elementals again. This time I was having trouble with my air elemental going berzerk. He was just about to expand the radius of his tantrum to include the town around us when I awoke. I was on the couch upstairs with the TV on and Fluffy cat and Stinky purring on top of me.
An hour ago I had a dream about being a medical technician and scientist who worked contracts on secret projects inside a research lab. I handled the growth chambers while other researchers worried about the gene sequences. I noticed that the Species child (young Sil) was being grown in my vats and I felt she had a right to survive because of her human origins.
Nevertheless I reported her to the other researchers who promptly investigated test subjects from the offending scientist initiating the experiments. It turns out he had other bio-weapons developing in our lab so all his records were confiscated and his test subjects were red-flagged. We found out he was cultivating a deadly virus inside giant lab animals. We were about to cull his capybara and his giant nautilus from the other animals when I awoke.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Any Human Heart, Sad Memories of Lost Love dream
Dream diary update. Since the nice weather broke I haven't been keeping up with the dream diary. Its too easy to go outside and look at the moon and stars instead with the cats. About an hour ago I had a sad dream about being in love under duress.when I woke up Masterpiece Classic/PBS was playing "Any Human Heart-pt 1" about the same subject. I realized immediately that I've been falling asleep every night this week trying to watch Charlie Rose and waking up to the lover separation part of Any Human Heart. Somehow it became part of my dream with me as the protagonist and my lover dying. Its not typical for me to dream about being a protagonist since in my dreams I usually see myself as a sort of Byronic antihero. It appears to have awakened some sad memories that I prefer to keep safely buried.
When amatory poets sing their loves
In liquid lines mellifluously bland,
And pair their rhymes as Venus yokes her doves,
They little think what mischief is in hand.
The greater their success the worse it proves,
As Ovid's verse may give to understand.
Even Petrarch's self, if judged with due severity,
Is the Platonic pimp of all posterity.
Lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto 5
When amatory poets sing their loves
In liquid lines mellifluously bland,
And pair their rhymes as Venus yokes her doves,
They little think what mischief is in hand.
The greater their success the worse it proves,
As Ovid's verse may give to understand.
Even Petrarch's self, if judged with due severity,
Is the Platonic pimp of all posterity.
Lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto 5
Monday, February 14, 2011
Spider dictator, snake demons, dystopian junk car park dreams
Dream diary update. My dreams since Saturday have varied between dreadful and dystopian. Saturday afternoon I dreamed about controlling an Escher maze with a pet spider that was hippo-sized. I worked out my demonic feelings by running people through one of the maze traps were the spider would swoop down and suck the juices out of them. My chamberlain and viceroy had a new shipment of prisoners but hesitated to send the youngest. I insisted that he go first as it was a boy of about 3-5 who had never heard of my pet spider. The trap spider swooped down surely and lifted the boy upwards for me to see as he pierced the child's back with his fangs. The scream and the expression of terror and lost hope on the boy's face was so sweet to my dictator persona that I leaped off the parapet and dived straight into the boy's wrinkled face as I awoke.
Early Sunday morning around 0130 I awoke after a similar horrible dream only this one had snake demons instead of spiders. In this one the world had become overrun with people corrupted by attaining weak demonic powers. People sought to capture the possessions or corpse of real demons so they could consume them. As they consumed them, primarily by licking, people would become more snake-like or more demon-like. They initially would grow wings and horns. Later stages they would grow a long tongue like a dog's only about 30 inches long and behave more like vampires.
I hid my identity from the corrupted fellowship as a low-level changeling demon, but the snake demons knew me for what I was. People wondered why I did not spend times searching for human sacrifices or greedily licking at the articles of clothing of suspected demons masquerading as humans. If the corrupted fellowship ever figured out that I was a real demon then I would become the hunted. I could not hide my changeling status from regular humans anymore so I couldn't leave them either. I awaited the time of my ascension so I would become immortal and immune to their attacks. I considered myself socialized by humans so I retained a certain fondness for them that I hid. A grinning snake demon was about to demand that I eat an attractive female human for St Valentine's Day when I awoke.
I was fed up with demonic dreams so I resolved to change them later. Dreams later Sunday morning were about kawaii anime characters like dog-eared boys and cat-girls along with Valentine cards I've read before. Unfortunately this dream was too much the other way for me so I awoke disgusted again.
At 0506 Monday morning I had a dystopian dream, probably from hearing all the late night news about the further decay of the US empire and the ascension of China's hybrid economy. For example BBC World news just now reported that China would surpass the US and the West in under 10 years and no longer need to export to us with the rising developing countries ready to pick up all their exports. Anyway the dream I just had was about joining a US community of homeless caravans. We had sort of built a gated community of junkyard cars.
I was one of the latest arrivals but I found I could only join the largest cohort of aggressive, trashy poor people with kids and guns but no money.
The greedy old retirement community was on the other side of the car park but they had servants and private security to protect their great wealth and to keep us all out. I tried to stay out of the way of the breeders as they fought and murdered each other over grannies and schemed to use them to gain access to the richer old fart community compound. Despite my efforts to hide it the matriarch had discovered I was educated and could read. She had just hatched a new scam involving a granny doing infomercials and myself as go-between braving murderous cops in both communities when I awoke. Real infomercials were playing on my TV. I consider this to be a 'Boy and His Dog'-type dream without the nuclear war scenario and just using oily cars and overpopulation to achieve the appropriate environmental devastation.
Early Sunday morning around 0130 I awoke after a similar horrible dream only this one had snake demons instead of spiders. In this one the world had become overrun with people corrupted by attaining weak demonic powers. People sought to capture the possessions or corpse of real demons so they could consume them. As they consumed them, primarily by licking, people would become more snake-like or more demon-like. They initially would grow wings and horns. Later stages they would grow a long tongue like a dog's only about 30 inches long and behave more like vampires.
I hid my identity from the corrupted fellowship as a low-level changeling demon, but the snake demons knew me for what I was. People wondered why I did not spend times searching for human sacrifices or greedily licking at the articles of clothing of suspected demons masquerading as humans. If the corrupted fellowship ever figured out that I was a real demon then I would become the hunted. I could not hide my changeling status from regular humans anymore so I couldn't leave them either. I awaited the time of my ascension so I would become immortal and immune to their attacks. I considered myself socialized by humans so I retained a certain fondness for them that I hid. A grinning snake demon was about to demand that I eat an attractive female human for St Valentine's Day when I awoke.
I was fed up with demonic dreams so I resolved to change them later. Dreams later Sunday morning were about kawaii anime characters like dog-eared boys and cat-girls along with Valentine cards I've read before. Unfortunately this dream was too much the other way for me so I awoke disgusted again.
At 0506 Monday morning I had a dystopian dream, probably from hearing all the late night news about the further decay of the US empire and the ascension of China's hybrid economy. For example BBC World news just now reported that China would surpass the US and the West in under 10 years and no longer need to export to us with the rising developing countries ready to pick up all their exports. Anyway the dream I just had was about joining a US community of homeless caravans. We had sort of built a gated community of junkyard cars.
I was one of the latest arrivals but I found I could only join the largest cohort of aggressive, trashy poor people with kids and guns but no money.
The greedy old retirement community was on the other side of the car park but they had servants and private security to protect their great wealth and to keep us all out. I tried to stay out of the way of the breeders as they fought and murdered each other over grannies and schemed to use them to gain access to the richer old fart community compound. Despite my efforts to hide it the matriarch had discovered I was educated and could read. She had just hatched a new scam involving a granny doing infomercials and myself as go-between braving murderous cops in both communities when I awoke. Real infomercials were playing on my TV. I consider this to be a 'Boy and His Dog'-type dream without the nuclear war scenario and just using oily cars and overpopulation to achieve the appropriate environmental devastation.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Complexity, library dream
Dream diary update. I fell asleep after 2305 listening to PBS on the couch upstairs again. Around 0420 I woke up after dreaming about going to dream University with Chinese again. Even though technically we were in graduate courses we spent most of our time alone in the library. I kept working on complexity analysis of advanced algorithms when I should have been moving on to computational molecular biology. Every so often I would have to go out and fight a life-or-death battle before coming back to the safe library. I was about to solve a noisome EECS problem in pattern recognition when I awoke. I noticed immediately that I remembered my rusty Russian again since all the dream conversations had.had a little.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Celestial rotation, Music of the Spheres dream
Dream diary update. Despite the cold weather I decided to listen to my dream last night. While I didn't go on walkabout or to a country motel, I did shower and walk a couple of miles downtown later. It was quite cold at 11 degrees with a steep wind chill and snowing. I felt much better from the exercise. I had an early sup with parents and passed out at 7:15 pm even before Dad usually does About 11:30 pm I awoke with the arthritis in my ankle gone and Fluffy on top of me again. She's on top of me now. I think the physical contact has something to do with keeping both of us healthy. Anyway it took me 3 min of focused meditation to extract dream details this time so it was a deep sleep. The dream was about being part of a celestial rotation toy. I would rotate around and the celestial sphere would rotate with me in a kaleidoscope. When I looked up I could see the stars rotating around the axis. My arms could extend out into spinning ribbons that could ride the wind turbulence in compass cardinal directions. I consider this recurring dream theme to be a Music of the Spheres-type, even though there was no musical composition accompaniment and just a deep resonant rhythm this time.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Walkabout, indy horror films, Japanese baths dream
Dream diary update. I had a dream yesterday that was mostly just about being alone around an old house. A half hour ago I had another one. I dreamed that I kept walking up the interstate 30 miles to Wren Lake and wandering near the area around the college. In real life I used to walkabout that far and farther before Climate Change made the weather out there hell. Anyway in my dream there was nobody there so it was more like a spooky rest stop than a college. Reminded me of how I felt when I watched the Aussie indy mystery film Picnic at Hanging Rock.
I kept expecting some soul-sucking spirit to arrive like the villain in Bruce Campbell's funny B-horror movie Bubba Ho-Tep. I watched Bubba Ho-Tep again on Veoh last weekend so in my dream I knew that it was fresh in my mind. Instead all that arrived there was a Japanese businessman around dusk who wanted to use the public baths and saunas. After he unlocked the doors I followed him inside and walked all over the college until I ran into him again in a towel around the locker rooms. I told him I just wanted to use the showers and he seemed to accept that explanation so no there were dream-fights. When I undressed and turned on the water I looked into the shower head stream like the infamous opening shot in the shower scene from Alfred Hitchcock's horror film Psycho as I awoke. Fluffy cat was keeping warm on top of me again.
I kept expecting some soul-sucking spirit to arrive like the villain in Bruce Campbell's funny B-horror movie Bubba Ho-Tep. I watched Bubba Ho-Tep again on Veoh last weekend so in my dream I knew that it was fresh in my mind. Instead all that arrived there was a Japanese businessman around dusk who wanted to use the public baths and saunas. After he unlocked the doors I followed him inside and walked all over the college until I ran into him again in a towel around the locker rooms. I told him I just wanted to use the showers and he seemed to accept that explanation so no there were dream-fights. When I undressed and turned on the water I looked into the shower head stream like the infamous opening shot in the shower scene from Alfred Hitchcock's horror film Psycho as I awoke. Fluffy cat was keeping warm on top of me again.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Pyramids, Sears catalog, Wicker Man dreams
Dream diary update. Friday morning I awoke after another Ancient Egyptian dream. This one was more like spending a conventional day there than the others with pyramids, queens, artwork and scarabs.
Saturday morning after staying up most of the night and I dreamed about being 7 years old with mom again. Coincidentally mom had come home late and was alone upstairs that night. Most likely since I knew every non-cat sound upstairs was hers and not Dad's, I incorporated her into my dreams. In my dream I was reading Sears catalogs. When I was a kid they sent us several trees worth of slick paper catalogs that I often read, feeling that I owed that much to the trees. I never bought any of it but I learned you can't bury slick paper catalogs like a dead pet or a fallen tree. Anyway in my dream I was in a bazaar curios shop reading about model trains, Star Wars, and Millennium Falcon toys while mom chatted up the shopkeeper when I awoke.
This morning I just had one of my confrontational Wicker Man-type dreams. In my dream I was losing and fighting him to a fiery draw in different ditches I've crawled in before when I awoke.
Saturday morning after staying up most of the night and I dreamed about being 7 years old with mom again. Coincidentally mom had come home late and was alone upstairs that night. Most likely since I knew every non-cat sound upstairs was hers and not Dad's, I incorporated her into my dreams. In my dream I was reading Sears catalogs. When I was a kid they sent us several trees worth of slick paper catalogs that I often read, feeling that I owed that much to the trees. I never bought any of it but I learned you can't bury slick paper catalogs like a dead pet or a fallen tree. Anyway in my dream I was in a bazaar curios shop reading about model trains, Star Wars, and Millennium Falcon toys while mom chatted up the shopkeeper when I awoke.
This morning I just had one of my confrontational Wicker Man-type dreams. In my dream I was losing and fighting him to a fiery draw in different ditches I've crawled in before when I awoke.
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