Thread: And Another One

Wow, your dreams are always so deep, and you're great at capturing the feel of the dream in the words...

How did you do to remember those lyrics? Do you have any personal technique for remembering what was said once you wake up? I have such a hard time remembering what people tell me in my dreams. I usually remember the gist of what was told, but rarely do I remember the exact words.

Great lyrics though.

Originally Posted by Comoquiendice

And breathe out one last cloud of smoke

And if it could start,

Before I put the cigarette out
on his cheek.

being alive,

The wood of his head sizzles under the ash. leaving a small circle on his cheekbone.

Ouch! Marionettes have feelings too...

Originally Posted by tyrantt23

How did you do to remember those lyrics? Do you have any personal technique for remembering what was said once you wake up? I have such a hard time remembering what people tell me in my dreams. I usually remember the gist of what was told, but rarely do I remember the exact words.

Well first of all thanks. I'm really passionate about storytelling so i try to really get across what I saw and felt to those i'm telling the story to.

As for the lyrics, I recognized the song. See, it was playing all the time in the dream, and i knew the woman was singing it (i could see her and recognized the lyrics as Okkervil River). In the dream the lyrics and music created the mood, so i integrated them into the story so that you'd feel it present as much as i did.

If i hadn't known the song, it would have been harder to do that, but i recognized the song immediately and though i can't remember what was sung every second, some parts, like when she starts to raise her voice and sing louder or is crying just get seared into my memory and become those major, emotionally driven parts of the dream that keep it vivid in your mind--the parts that you don't forget as easily. Only if the words are very heavily emotionaly influenced, or completely pivotal to the story can i remember them exactly, word for word. otherwise, i usually can only capture, like you said, the gist of it.

I find that i'm much more apt to remember the feelings or intentions behind the words much better than i remember the words themselves.

I don't have a specific technique. i just write down as much as i can remember and then go back and reconstruct it moment by moment in my offline dj, going by scene to scene and chronological storyline.Sometimes it helps if you do this backwards though,because then you have to ask "well, why did he/she say that?" and you can usually gather more from there. Also, i've found that i'm much more likely to remember word for word dreams in which i'm lucid. My very vivid dreams, like this one, are also much easier to remember, because they don't feel like dreams but past moments of my life. However i've only really started to focus on paying attention to the dialogue in the last 6 months or so.

If i find a good technique though, you'll be the first one to know it

I HAD A VIDEO GAME LUCID!!!!!

(!!!)

Cue the dancing edibles!




If no one knows what I'm talking about, the game I dreamt about is called Portal and it's from the Half Life 2 Orange Box.

Tyrant, I just noticed, has a banner with one of the game's cubes just above, before my response back to him.

Anyway it's my favorite game at the moment and i'm sooooo psyched that i finally dreamt about it, as i've secretly hoped EVERYNIGHT that i would.

I just had the dream about a half an hour ago,it's still pretty fresh, but i want to get back to bed SOON to see what else my mind can conjour up.

So i leave you guys with the description i gave Paul, who AIM'ed me just now and who incidentaly is in the dream himself.

YAY!!!

Here it is:

?

Well okay I guess I'll go.

We're in a challenge of Portal, which is at the moment my favorite video game.

Anyway i'm trying to get the portals to open up and i"ve got the portal gun in my arms but you're scrambling about the platform complaining that you don't want to be here anymore.

and so i tell you that i'm working on getting us out of here but that you have to be patient.

but you just complain that it's stuffy in there and i tell you to sit down or at least stop pacing because the platform we're on is about to move and the floor below us is a pool of acid.

i shoot a portal and put my hand through to grab the cube and you're like

"whoa!" and i'm like, yeah cool huh?

and you're like "how did you?"

and then you get up to come look but you lose your balance and fall into the acid and die.

and i'm like "GODDAMIT PAUL!!! now i have to start all over."
and the scene fades and i'm back at the beginning of the course.

and you're there and you're like "what happened?" and i'm like
YOU DIED

and you're like Oh.

haha

And so we start walking again and i've got the portal gun in my arms
and you're like
I'm hungry.

And i'm just really mad at you.

"goddamit PAUL!" And then i look around and I realize i'm dreaming. And suddenly i know EXACTLY what i have to do to get us out of here.

don't worry there's chocolate cake at the end of this i say

and you're like NO THERE ISN'T!

AND I'M LIKE YES THERE IS!!!!

and you say you don't believe me, but i ask you to trust me and we keep walking on

we come to a place where the steps expand and contract and i shout
STAY CLOSE TO ME!!! and you do.

we run up the steps before they collapse under us and then there is a platform over head that moves towards us.

I say "okay whatever happens just ALWAYS stay directly behind me."

and you look a little concerned but you say "Fine"

i shoot a portal onto the high platform and another one into the ground directly below us.

Grab a hold of me paul! i shout and we fall in through the portals and i wake up with a jolt on my bed, feeling like i've just fallen several feet.

it was AWESOME!!!!

i love you Xbox 360, never leave me.<3

But was too tired to write it down or stay awake for too long.

I woke up again this morning, knowing I'd dreamt, because i could remember the computer labs in my dream--but what happened or who was there is a blur.

I do know that there was a group of people with me, predominantly male and I think one of them was a sort of commanding officer or something with authority, to me.

I'll see if anything else comes to me.

It was Cal for sure.

I'd know that setting anywhere; it was the redwoods that gave it away.
This night was one of those blue black nights. where everything is so covered in moonlight, that the darkness is transparent and holds jurisdiction just above the skyline.

I'm with a girl. We're holding hands.
It's after a coffee date.
Our hands copulate, and i can see the red of her hair--she's dressed in black
black blouse
black jeans
black jacket
black boots

Assorted pieces of nature stick to her hair and dangle there.
i pay no mind and neither does she. I start to think about how completely useless it is that she's wearing pants, because a quickie is so much easier in a skirt

And when i look past her torso, i see a newly materialized pleated skirt and think "ah, that's better."

I get back to kissing. To the distinct feeling that we both really want to be there. My body undergoes transformations. My mind back tracks through my chronological Rolodex of intimate encounters.

My hands run the length of her legs and I become
my first boyfriend
my nervous straight girl
my bi curious gay-mate.

And while my mouth is busy I become intrigued
with the corollating changes in my surroundings.

It's black and white
and then technicolor

And her skin changes on cue
pink nipples
light grey
dark hair
darker.

and my mind is split, between thinking logically about what's happening
and letting my animalistic instinct take over.

"I don't give a shit if the sky is falling" i start to say---
and all around us stars crash through the atmosphere and fizzle, sinking, into the ground, surrounding us.

But she's moaning
and i'm moaning
and my hands are everywhere they need to be

I reach forward to kiss her mouth and my body sinks into the dirt.
She's gone. And before I wonder how the earth sucked her in--i realize she was never there to begin with.

You fucking piece of crap. I forgot why I stopped using you

gahhhhhh!!!!!!

i just spent 10 minutes writing out my zombie dream and this thing didn't post it.

it did that thing where it made me sign in again and i lost everything.


STUPID DJ!!

ghgaijkdfmalcr of.;,fao;ewx!!!

screw this.

All of my dreams lately have been about sex.
Usually heterosexual sex.

I don't know why.

It's interesting...but I want to get back to real, thought provoking dreams.

The last one i had was great, only because it was a total shift of senses.

I knew i was lying by a window, and someone had me tied up, arms straight over my head-----to the headboard of this Queen size bed.

I see a figure coming towards me and I can see it's a man, not too much older than myself.

He pulls a rope and the curtain closes over the window whose outside light is aiding my view of the scene.

Everything goes black and for the rest of the dream all i can gather are smells and tastes and touches. Can't see a goddamn thing.

Very strange.