The Romans had an idiom for dreaming: "In Somnis," literally meaning "in sleeps". Here are some of the things I see in sleeps.
Some of the terms I use in my accounts can be confusing to one unfamiliar with the way I use them so here is a guide. Mostly they are for subdividing the happenings of my dreams.
In the time in which I sleep without waking, I have what I consider to be a single dream.
Within a dream, a sequence is a chain of events and images that are tied together by a certain plot or theme.
A scene in one of my dreams can be compared to a scene in a movie; when the setting or the events in the setting change abruptly, seemingly without logical transition, one scene ends and another begins.
An image is usually like a still or a photograph, sometimes a drawing.
"Singing in a Crowd" and "Victorian Couple"
I do not remember much from the dream I had last night. The only thing that I remembered in the course of the day was that there was a scene where I was in a hall, crowded with my peers of whom I knew one or two. One, named Nick, was directly ahead of me as we shuffled through. I began to sing a song called "Not Going Anywhere" by Keren Ann; I think it is one of the most beautifully written songs I have ever heard (think Kansas' "Dust In The Wind" meets Evanescence's "My Immortal" with clearer, more delicate vocals), and it often gets stuck in my head. I noticed that Nick heard me as he turned and looked back, but he turned back around, like he didn't mind. So I continue to sing, and I thought it sounded pretty nice for my singing.
Writing that, I remember another sequence that took place. I was on holiday with my family in what seemed like a little community camp sight somewhere in the mountains. There was a small shop where we were looking for a while before moving on to the next thing with our friends. I came into a little dining hall and noticed that I was by myself; for some reason, Monty Python was on my mind, so I thought about going to see the show Spamalot or something similar. Meanwhile, I found that I was wearing an old-fashioned dress with cinched waist and full skirt and that I was slightly plumper than usual, and it all felt like I was a different person, an older woman who'd never had a man in her life. Then I looked up towards the entrance to the room to see a man dressed in Victorian garb with knee-breeches, a coat, a cane, and a top hat. He was smiling benevolently at me, tentatively addressing me, and I noticed that he looked sort of like Eric Idle except that he, like me, seemed to have gained some weight. He took his hat off and let his light brown, shoulder-length hair down, perhaps thinking it might help to coax me out of my shell (I have a long hair fetish). Then I saw an image of his face, the contours of his lips, the gentle curve of his chin, and his gray-blue eyes. His expression here was one of astonishment, as if he'd just seen something overhead that he hadn't expected.
After that scene, there was more wandering about shops and talking about the woman's relationship with the man with the long hair. I remember things being stacked up high through the long room, and that there was a beach in front of the shop, but not much else.
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