exdreamer's Dream Journal

Colour Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes

Dream 1 - Forest Fragment

I just had a flash of a memory when I woke in the night. I was too tired to force myself to remember and dozed off.

I was in a forest. I think it was dark.

Dream 2 - Ducking Nonsense

I was back at school and felt that I was also school age, around 14. There was some weird kindof charity promotional thing going on in association with the BBC. My school picked me to represent it, which I was pissed off about.

Heh. My school was a bit like this in reality. Pushing people in to doing things which also pissed me off and made me rebel (or at least try to.)

I had to show up somewhere and sing a verse of a song. However, I decided that because the BBC is a bias state run media company, I wasn't going to take part. There was some other kid from somewhere else who thought the same and egged me on. I was determined to wreck it.

Pretty true to my views on the BBC in real life.

So, me and the other kid ducked it somehow. One of the other kids was a bit of a smug git and told me I was a bad person for ruining a charity thing. I told him that I did it out of principle. However he told me that I had apparently done some TV commercial in the US for some product sold by some company that was a known human rights abuser in some part of the world so that meant I was un-principled. Nice argument, but I replied that I also held the principle that if you're giving me money, I don't give a shit who you are or what you do.

I don't really think that!

Dream 3 - WTF Are you doing?

I was a footballer and I was stood in the dressing room with my team. The dressing room in the scene was the boys dressing room from my secondary school. Another player was trying to tell everyone that drinking a litre bottle of apple cordial (squash) and pouring a bag of crushed crisps down your pants will make you play better.

For those of you in the US, football = soccer in this instance. Oh, and crisps = chips.

I just remember thinking that it would just rot his teeth and make him look silly. Anyway I refused. The guy next to me said he'd drink the cordial for the sugar, but the crisps sounded weird. There were no other takers.

Anyway, the crazy footballer tells to the guy next to him to fetch the stuff. He downs the bottle in like 2 seconds and then tells the other guy to crush up the crisps really small. He then pours the crisps -- which appear to be an enormous packet -- down his pants. I realise he has these massive black clown-like baggy pants on.

I hate football so I don't know why I had this dream. Maybe it's because of the constant bombardment of World Cup nonsense on TV.[/QUOTE]