Thread: Mattthew's Dream Journal

Yesterday morning I woke up hours early for some reason and had the most vivid and lengthy memories of my night's dreams. Only the order was a bit sketchy. But this should be moving forward in time:

I'm at the house where in the dream, my roommate Jen's friends live. I'm in a kitchen and dining space combo room (ala the home of my youth) with windows on the far wall. It's nightime. Everything seems to be made of unfinished but old wood, so the room is very brown. There's way too much furniture in the room, it's difficult to move around. But there are also many many plants which are bright green. They say they're going to get rid of some of the plants and I say, "Don't do that, then it will be way too brown it here!" I suddenly notice a very large black cat walking around between all the furniture. Someone feeds him a fish the size of a large potato, and he eats it whole in the way that a snake does - by tossing it back inch by inch, never chewing or biting it. It is a very beautiful shiny silver fish.

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I watch a preview for the latest sequel to the Leathal Weapon series. It's set in the future. Danny Glover is chased by a face-mobile. It's a car sized flying vehicle who front is a face. I thought, wow these are some good computer effects. The face is composed of metal and is marbled with dirt/corrosion. It makes grimacing expressions as it flies.

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I'm in a taxi cab discussing with the driver that some scientists are running an experiment which could accidentally destroy the entire universe (actually, I remember a while back hearing about a super-colider experiment that some scientists theorized could cause some kind of world ending explosion. I thought it was silly at the time). The taxi driver well we should all really live for the day anyway. Sitting in the cab, I am really jazzed to do just that. I think, how will I live out the very next minute, and the next hour, and the next day to it's fullest potential and maximum personal satisfaction.

Strange synchronicity: Yesterday, just a few hours after the dream, I was at a meeting where someone said that Steve Jobs (ceo of Apple) has said that he's asked himself every morning in the mirror for 30 years if he's what he is about to do that day is what he would do if it was the last day of his life. Supposedly if the answer is no for more than a couple days in a row, he makes changes in his life.

I arrive "home" (not like my home IWL) to a kitchen with an island and sit on the island. I worry that I somehow owe a freind $15 that I never gave him. My roommate Jen arrives home and we look in a cabinet. She says she really loves the cabinet handles. I don't know why. Inside the cabinet I see a box of instant mashed potatoes with a big label that says "SUGAR FREE". I wonder why they would have sugar in the first place. Gross!

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I'm at a dance club which is closed. There's some kind of grey sticky fibery material all over the floor. Fibers laid out in criss-cross patterns, but fat. Otherwise it's all black inside. For some reason I start pulling up the stuff off of the floor, it comes up like duct tape in long strands. The club owner or sound guy stops me - I hadn't noticed him before - he says, what are you doing? I don't know. He says, what are you on? (meaning drugs). I say, I'm perfectly sober. Then I say, "Isn't it funny how the people doing the most fucked up things like this are always the perfectly sober ones?"

But I know that I've lost my shoes, so I start searching for them. I end up in a room where all this equipment is stored. It's strange and fantastic equipment. Twelve foot tall crane-like things with light boxes on the end and glowing all over. They all being to lean and fall over as I enter the rooom and I worry that I've somehow caused this to happen.

Somehow the character in the night club who was me is now someone else and I am only watching the story unfold. It's a story about a boy who's girlfriend is being held prisoner in this club by friends of her powerful father who doesn't want them to be together. The boy tried to rescue here but now is also held captive. The same boy who was ripping the stuff off of the floor and claims he's sober. The captors have a new drug test where they swipe the side of an index card across his bicep. Meanwhile the girl is doing lines of coke. The lines of coke are on here shoulder. Even though her arms and legs are pinned, she can still snort the coke by leaning her nose down to her shoulder.

In the background, a Johny Cash song is playing, and I distinctly remember he saying in his wonderful voice "Fuck the Doors." (meaning the band, The Doors, who I actually like). I realize that I am actually listening to a story on the radio and I've just imagined the visuals of all of what has happened. I'm lying in bed in a kind of have awake state because I can't get to sleep. The person I'm in bed with (a guy I know IWL as Jason B.) wakes up and gets annoyed at me and kicks me out of bed. I go into another room and find a wind up radio playing jazz music. I study the radio which looks like a music box and an intricate watch with many spinning gears and screws. I wonder how it can tune in radio since it seems totally mechanical.

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I wake up. I don't know how I can interperate any of this. It all had such an epic monumental feeling. I'm struck again how my point of view can switch fluidly from being a DC to watching a DC who is no longer me (and vice-versa). I've been really thinking a lot about how to live my life more effectively and with more purpose, so I can see how that feeling really infused the dream.

Dream signs: rooms with too much furniture, impossibly good computer graphics, searching for lost things, songs by artists I know that they never wrote, and strange mechanical devices.