Thread: Squirrel Dreams: Tamias's Journal

I wonder what I'm doing wrong.

I set my awesome watch alarm last night, and woke up perfectly at 6 hours and 7.5 hours into sleep... nothing. Worse than the night before. And I almost ate a whole half a bread with peanut butter on it!

Anyway, here goes.

2. Night of October 8th, 2008

3:40am
I wake up. It takes me about thirty seconds to become conscious enough to figure out where that stupid beeping noise is coming from. I turn the alarm off, and concentrate on remembering my dream. And concentrate. And concentrate. And yeah this isn't working. Nothing at 3:40. I DO remember feeling extraordinarily giddy (I was practically laughing, except that squirrels don't laugh like humans do; we usually express happiness through physical contact with another... but Ben was sleeping so soundly, I couldn't wake that lump). So whatever I was doing in that dream, it was freakin' hilarious.

5:10am: Fragment #4
This was a bit better. I remember performing on an ebony grand piano at a huge stadium full of cheering spectators. Then one of the piano legs breaks and the thing collapses on me. Before I woke up, I remember feeling very angry at no one in particular.

Aaand that's pretty much all that happened last night. Still, my morale's high, and I'll try again tonight!



~tamias

Well, I have to say that I'm proud of myself. I didn't remember one thing, not even a little detail.

BUT!

I woke up several times in the night, at intervals of roughly three hours, no less, on my own without an alarm clock. I'm proud of myself because this was after screaming "I'm going to wake up after every dream, damnit," and I wasn't entirely sure what it meant. Of course, I didn't wake up after every dream... and I didn't remember any of the ones I woke up after... but I still feel proud and excited that I'm able to change my reality, even my identity--just by believing something is true... pushing aside the doubt that always (and sometimes playfully) arises, and forcing myself to picture whatever I want to happen.

Now I just need to scream about remembering my dreams, and we should be set xD

Also, during these periods when I wake up, I seem to wake up more than I'd like... that is, it's difficult for me just to fall back asleep, and it takes probably ten minutes to drift off. Does anyone know how to stay sleepy? I would've thought that without an alarm, I wouldn't wake up as much, but I did!

~tamias

Well, I didn't post anything yesterday, because I didn't recall any dreams yesterday. Last night, I decided to take a break, assuming I was taking this too hard, and voila!~ A dream. Go figure.

Night of October 11th, 2008
I am Martin Luther King
While trudging around some barren plantation some day, I find three Guatemalans digging up what looks like a large box, but what I know to be a weapon of mass destruction. I become very scared, and whisper into the nearest man's ear, "You know that the US has got twenty million missiles aimed at this exact spot, don't you?" They all look at each other.

Suddenly, I'm me again in my living room, but I know it's the same dream. I know that because suddenly, a TV broadcast comes on--breaking news. There's Martin Luther King (it's actually Carl Weathers, but for some reason I thought it was MLK) in a fancy government computer room, talking to an old, long faced man in a tight official suit. I know him from somewhere. Anyway. The man says something I can't remember to Mr. King, and Martin replies, "I promise I won't get involved at all." Then he pulls out a pistol and shoots the government guy and his partner in the head, holding the gun like Neo from the Matrix as they drop to the floor... All of the computer operatives seem to take no notice, and keep on typing.

I'm not paying attention to the broadcast, even though I know what it's saying. I'm very tall now, and I'm trying to pick up my computer tray* from under some charred shrapnel. As I try to carry it back to my room, it feels as heavy as cast iron.

*The computer tray is a large loft that our laptop computer rests on, so that I can get more leverage when I'm typing.

Hmm. That's a bit morbid for me. I don't like guns. People who know me also know that I hate guns. They're frightening and loud and torturing people every day. I don't know where MLK came from (his name was never said aloud, but it was somehow implied), but Carl Weathers probably came because of the show Arrested Development, where he plays a continuous role as himself.

This dream wasn't exactly vivid, but it was clearer and easier to remember than most. So a step in the right direction! Also, in this dream, I experienced the anomaly of being able to talk. Now this is impossible for me physically--my mouth simply can't get around some of the vowels and most of the consonants--perhaps I wasn't really speaking, but merely moving my mouth and assuming people understood?

Perhaps this is my subconscious desire to be heard more than anything. People assume that squirrels are dumb creatures because they can't talk... But just because we can't talk doesn't mean we don't have anything to say.

~tamias

P.S. I think I've accomplished my goal of remembering more than a fragment of a single dream! I say this because even though I don't know exactly how the dream began, I know I woke up the moment it ended (without an alarm, might I add. Ain't the body grand?) WOOT

Finally, a dream of interest xD This one was funny.

Night of October 12th, 2008
I'll explain the setting first. It appears I'm a contestant in some huge game that spans an entire festival of some kind... perhaps a county fair. All of the contestants are given various "skills" to use in each competition, and are awarded new skills before each competition and (it is implied) after one wins a competition.

Anyway, my dream recall kicked in when I was about to partake in a boxfighting tournament on a desert stage. I am led into a small, "western-style" room with a sink and a mirror along with my competitor. I open the mirror and find all sorts of facial hygiene supplies. I proceed to brush my teeth. Did I mention I'm Brad Pitt? My competitor doesn't move, speak, or appear until we are joined by Jean-Phillipe, the Maitre-D' from Hell's Kitchen. He tells my competitor that he's all out of the skills that the competitor wants, telling him he'd make an excellent ??? (I couldn't remember this word. Whatever it was, and it was derived from the word "cinema," it meant "singer"). So my competitor is granted the skill of "singing." Lol.

I wet my face to begin shaving, but before I can start I'm ushered out onto a dusty Colluseum. I walk around the outskirts; Louross (from Hell's Kitchen Season 4) chides behind my back that I'm going to get my butt kicked. Using joints I didn't know existed, I give him the finger. As I near the entrance to the stadium, I pass the guy from the silent movie at the beginning of the movie Three Amigos! that says "you will die like dogs, Amigos!" I had been following my competitor, who has now turned into a flowery and festively dressed woman (Marta from Arrested Development?). She is picked up by a man and carried into the stadium, and then right before I get to enter, Ben's stupid alarm goes off. What's funny is that I remember looked up into the sky, confused, wondering where that stupid sound is coming from.

Whew... Sorry about the lack of general... togetherness about that post xD It was crazy. Plus, I'm devising a way to sneak in to Ben's Chemistry class at college. And also, I'm listening to a discussion between Vet Techs-in training. They're talking about how different breeds of pigs exist for different foods. You people sure are something.

Damn... No dreams last night. I've got my fingers crossed for tonight. It will happen tonight!

Oh nice dreams, tons of famous people!
Anyway, it must be hard for a squirrel to type so much, considering the size and all those things, I suppose if recall doesn't go well for the next 2 weeks or so, it would be a good idea to stop trying that hard, sometimes the brain just needs to get some rest in order to move, and it isn't the first time I read "wow, I stopped trying for 1 week and my recall and vividness went up!" Then again, only attemp this if there is no significative progress.