The Inner Workings of a Sound Addict

21.07.2012

Fights & Fail Videos At The Hilltop Festival (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm at an outdoor festival, Bob Dylan is playing while a large crowd sits on a hill in the sun. One of my friends has a ticket, but for those of us that don't, we're limited to the edges of the hill, along the path.

Dylan's not really my thing, so I go up the hill path to look for any of my friends. The path comes to an opening at the top of hill surrounded by hedges where drinks are served, and I find a few old school friends, as well as Emma, my uni flatmate.

A few of us push each other jokingly, angering someone behind us. He starts pushing a bit too hard so we start to confront him. Fortunately, he explains he was only taking the piss, and we realise we'd done what we'd accused him of doing - overreacting.

A large, unsightly gentleman later grabs Emma, pulling her towards him in a strange attempt at flirting. I see Emma's discomfort and, without thinking, I head butt him in the forehead. [Fighting in my dreams, I know, what a surprise]

He hits the floor instantly, and doesn't regain consciousness for a few minutes. Both his friends and mine are impressed as well all wait for him to get up, and I'm admittedly surprised at my own strength. I stand vigilant in case he attacks when he gets up.

He eventually gets up shakily and goes to sit down, telling me he's more impressed than angry. I apologise, telling him it's not usually like me, and we shake hands


Fail videos start appearing all around us, though out of thin air rather than on screens. These transition into rugby fails, and then into school rugby fails.

I'm then immediately in the middle of a year 7 school rugby match as my 11-year-old self. Everyone but me is playing pretty badly [our team was pretty awful at that age], and I take pleasure in making some big hits.

Woke up for my lecture this morning, wrote down my dream, fell asleep, woke up again with another dream in mind, realised I had missed most of my lecture, got some more sleep and finally woke up with a third dream - which is a great result compared to my usual 1 per night. My second and third were particularly memorable, so I'm glad I gave myself a lie in
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12/2/12
I'm home from my lifeguarding job [which I was fired from a long time ago] and my house is busy with dozens of random people. I look for my boss's wife to give her something [curry, I think it was]. Later, as I play with my dog, Reggie, he nibbles along my arm, leaving some sort of yellow dye [which I, for some reason, dismiss as normal] . I go to the living room of my house, where my dad and sister watch a rugby match, which a strange man proceeds to parachute onto.
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I'm on a beach in a film, and some guys nearby are annoyingly throwing sand. As I approach them, and the hole they're standing in, they leave. In the hole is a folder full of papers, which I throw away. However, a phone nearby rings and tells me to retrieve the folder, as well as to destroy the hole. Without question I do what I'm told, yet the tide begins to come in fast.

Soon the water is neck-height, and I search around for the folders (of which there are now two) with the help of my mum and sister. As we struggle against the waves we lose a lot of pages, before finally reaching the back wall of the beach. It's then that I realise all of my stuff is underwater, much to my frustration.
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At uni, me and several friends run for a bus to take us to a gig. Once on, everyone takes ages sorting out payment for the bus, making the driver wait, due to high levels of intoxication. Chemical Fires by Tides of Man comes on the bus's speakers [which would be great in real life] and I began to sing along. Very loudly.
http://youtu.be/JEW5gMqhid0
Everyone seems to enjoy watching me drunkenly sing, and sometimes shout, to the rest of the public on the bus. As the chorus is in a 3/4 time signature, a girl begins to waltz with me. At the end of the song I scream the final words and, suddenly worried I'll be kicked off the bus, return to my seat.

Two friends (one from uni, one from school) provide the follow up act: one beatboxes a strange mixture of banjos and club house, while the other dances frantically (and almost dangerously). This act of extreme inebriation is enjoyed immensely by everyone on the bus, until the two performers collapse on top of each other and throw up everywhere

While falling asleep I remember having tiny dream fragments of having really good food in front of me which, every time I tried to eat, tasted like nothing. This was very disappointing. It seems my sense of taste hadn't transcended into the dream world with the rest of my senses.
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9/2/12
I'm playing a game of rugby with my friend Ben, my mum, Slash and Axl Rose (among others). However, the game is played not with a ball, but by playing music [don't ask how!]. As a drummer, I am getting quite a workout (as I usually do) and begin sweating a fair bit, so I turn on a fan I happened to have with me, to which Ben approves.

Dream recall has been woeful over the last few days, and I've had nothing to write in here, but finally I remembered a bit of last night's dream (though there wasn't much significant about it).
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27/1/12
[This night was following a big clubbing night out, which explains the first half.] I am in my uni flat with the girls that I usually go out with and we've just got back from a club, discussing going out the following night as well. Over time, everyone in the nearby blocks of flats pulls out for various reasons. I see one girl I know quite well tucking the rest of her flat into bed, and saying that they're 'not allowed' to go out Saturday [I always saw her as a bit of a mother-figure].

Later, I'm in a computer room back at school, and I've just finished my work. I am reluctantly convinced by my old rugby coach to go to the lunchtime training session, which involves the whole team running on treadmills in a line, passing the ball to each other, which seemed a lot more normal in my dream than it does looking back at it.

This is by far my best-recalled dream since I started over a week ago, and was definitely the most interesting (if slightly disturbing).
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11/1/12
I am in some European country, probably Italy by the way it feels, with one of my best friends (Luke, an old rugby teammate), my dad, and my former head coach, Kiwi. [Rugby tour perhaps? My dad always used to love coming along and pioneering the drinking games]
The four of us are looking around some sort of touristy ornament shop when another close friend/teammate, Ant, and Luke's dad (also a former coach) walked in. Despite us all being friends, no one says hello to either of them (I didn't recognise them initially) and the atmosphere gets a bit tense.
Luke's dad asks why none of us didn't greet them before Ant looks at Luke with tears in his eyes. I knew instantly that Luke and betrayed him in some way, presumably over a girl. [Incidentally, earlier that waking day the three of us were commenting on a picture of the two of them, in which Ant's goofy grin ruins Luke's serious stare]
We all leave the shop and I discuss the situation with Kiwi as we walk through some ancient-looking ruins.

Later, I'm back in a hotel with my mum, dad and sister, as well as my old head of sixth form from school (who had morphed from Kiwi). A hotel staff member explains to my dad about damage to a note in the cupboard under my bed. He gets the note out and it's two pieces of crumpled lined paper, with what I explain are my shopping lists and one 'to do' list. [I had recently made both those lists at uni, and the bed resembled that of my uni room]
Strangely, my dad tells me not to worry about the 'rerun thing', which makes no sense but I know he's referring to the Ant and Luke situation (not that this makes it any more understandable) and asks me how much he should pay the hotel for the damage to this note. I realise everyone thinks I crumpled it by masturbating on the bed, of which I'm 100% innocent, but I'm too embarrassed to mention it, especially in front of my sister. Instead, I go along with it and tell him to pay £100.