I am too lazy to do this is present tense. I can remember my dreams just fine in past tense, thank you.
15.03.2010 (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
We were... at Disneyland or something like that. We saw the entrance to a brand new ride we'd never been on before and were all like "hey, let's go!" As we went in, the ride attendants started telling us that if we had any kids with us who couldn't swim or keep their heads above water, we had to leave them behind. Writing this is squicking me out big time--I hate anything to do with babies drowning or people getting hurt on any kind of amusement park or carnival ride. Nothing even happened in the dream, and it wasn't even a scary/squicky dream, but the implication is freaking me out. Well, Katie (I do believe it was Katie, whom I went to Disneyland with the first time) had a little babe in arms, whom she handed to me to figure out what to do with. For a moment I considered just putting a little life jacket on the kid, even knowing that wouldn't be enough to keep its head above water (a baby can't do anything if it flips face down, for example, oh squick yikes), but the squick won out, and I took the baby over to find somebody to watch it (her?) for me while I got on the ride. Well, none of the attendants were paying attention, and the ride took off while I was waiting. I stood there impatiently, annoyed at this horrible service, until finally an attendant came over and was like, "You want me to take that baby for you? I was just over there on a smoke break, and you was just standing there. If you need me you gotta say something!" I was annoyed--it's not my job to say anything, thank you very much, it's your job to pay attention--but I went in and took my place on the ride. It turned out to be some boring team shooting thing, like laser tag but with little foam darts. Which was stupid. So I think that's where the dream ended.
15.03.2010 (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
I don't remember how this one started but we were in... oh, I don't remember. I was looking at vinyl records, is all I remember. There was this whole big story leading up to it--like I was in a spaceship and there was something to do with a prince and some sort of manhunt or something like that--but I don't remember what it was. I just remember being on the second floor of a sort of a wood structure inside a very large building, and there were tables with boxes, and in the boxes were vinyl records. I was looking around, and I found a few--mostly classical recordings--that I kind of wanted, and I started to take them out. But then I thought about what they would sound like, and I think they started actually playing on my little hypothetical record player, and I realized that they were so old that the sound quality would really suck. I think after that we all got back on the spaceship. We flew, and I acquired a dog. I guess I thought it would be more interesting if I had a dog. Anyway, suddenly I had a dog, and we landed in some place that looked something like a golf course except for the times that it looked like a small football stadium. I was wondering whether dogs ever menstruated, and lo and behold my dog did. So she went to the bathroom--horse style--next to some other lady's dog. The lady smiled at me and said I shouldn't allow my dog to pull me around so much. My dog finished and started running around, and I tugged firmly on the leash and she came flying toward me as if I'd pulled her straight off her feet midair. I hadn't pulled that hard. Somewhere in here that dream segued into the next.
15.03.2010 (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
There was something like six to ten of us sitting on chairs and tables in a semicircle around one side of an upright piano. J was sitting there on a stool with his guitar, positioned so he could see the pianist's music. The pianist was noodling around, playing some of the music for Deh Vieni Non Tardar. I thought that maybe it would be my turn to perform first, and I started noodling around (vocally) with the pianist, singing some of the opening lines. I sounded pretty good. I caught J's eye. Then it turned out it was actually his turn to go first--and he was doing some sort of complicated guitar arrangement of the song or something. He played. The arrangement... was not all that impressive. A couple places sounded almost criminally empty, and so I started playing rhythmic little guitar riffs, regardless of the fact that I had no idea how to play guitar. I just played what seemed like it would sound good, and it did even though I made some mistakes. J smiled. He finished, and leaned his cello--somewhere in there it became a cello, I guess--toward me and asked me to hold it for him for a sec. I did. The dream ended in there somewhere.
So what did we learn today? Well, I seem to have a thing for spaceships. And anything involving babies getting hurt or people getting hurt on amusement park rides is probably me dreaming. Also, my theory that I don't have a physical form or appearance in dreams seems to be holding up.
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