I was in some sort of video game world, in which there was a huge zone or country surrounded on all sides by a kind of canal or waterway which flowed in a circular path around the zone. This waterway was the main method of transportation around the zone, but one could only go in one direction, so if you missed your stop, you had to go all the way around again.
I was travelling to one of the corners of the zone, where there was a big castle. I believe I was looking for my wife, but she wasn’t where I expected her to be. As I came out of the castle and climbed a hill, I became aware of the fact that I was dreaming, and becoming acutely aware of the environment I was in, I began to notice the sun on my back, a mild breeze in the air, with the scent of sea in it. It was amazing to me, how vivid and real this felt, for a dream.
I fairly quickly lost this moment of lucidity, and made my way back to the starting point of my journey, where I sought out some sort of strip club or sex club.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
A Moment of Lucidity in the Sun
Labels:
live-action video game,
lucid dream,
sex industry,
travel,
weather,
wife
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
The VHS Minimalist
I was trying to arrange jumbo-sized action figures into movie poster scenes between the slats of a train track, and my efforts were continually hindered and undone by passing trains. The action figures turned into real people at some point, and were distracting me as I tried to arrange them in such a way that was both dramatic enough for a movie poster, and which also wouldn't get crushed or scattered by the trains.
After a train completely destroyed my work, the souls of all the action figures got transferred onto video tapes by a man in a sleek business suit with a VHS tape for a head. He was a self-proclaimed aesthetic who felt that the only proper way to live was to capture only the barest essense of one's personality - just enough to fit onto an analog video tape - and to lay around around smoking French cigarettes and listening to minimalist ambient music. He had a brother who created a stir in the art community by collecting hairy people and shaving building profiles into their bodyhair, and then having them stand next to one another, creating complex human cityscapes.
After a train completely destroyed my work, the souls of all the action figures got transferred onto video tapes by a man in a sleek business suit with a VHS tape for a head. He was a self-proclaimed aesthetic who felt that the only proper way to live was to capture only the barest essense of one's personality - just enough to fit onto an analog video tape - and to lay around around smoking French cigarettes and listening to minimalist ambient music. He had a brother who created a stir in the art community by collecting hairy people and shaving building profiles into their bodyhair, and then having them stand next to one another, creating complex human cityscapes.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Inflatable Truck
I had parked a van outside of some sort of building complex - I think I worked there. I was leaving to go to school (high school) and realized that somebody had torn the doors of the van open and looted everything from it. Without being aware of any change having taken place, the van was now something like a tabtub/shower combo where a truck bed would normally be. I wanted to transport my bike (which was also parked nearby) and some other vehicle which I seemed to think was there, but I was afraid of these things falling out of the bathtub, so I walked to another location, where I had parked my tractor trailer, which was inflatable like a gigantic plastic balloon, and which featured a water slide.
Later on in the same dream, I was confronted with the phrase: "Scenes from a Nightmare: Rob Thomas releases a 10 disc set of new radio-playable singles." I don't recall any context for this phrase, but it made me laugh myself awake.
Later on in the same dream, I was confronted with the phrase: "Scenes from a Nightmare: Rob Thomas releases a 10 disc set of new radio-playable singles." I don't recall any context for this phrase, but it made me laugh myself awake.
Labels:
high school,
music,
transportation,
vandalization
Monday, February 14, 2011
Unrelated Photo-based Meterology
I was working help desk and got a call from a user who wanted me to predict the weather based on a photograph she had. I had to go to great lengths to explain why this was impossible. I woke up thinking that I could use this dream to accurately describe how difficult it is to communicate to non-computer-literate users, but after a few cups of coffee I found that the dream didn't make nearly as much sense as I thought it did, and at any rate, I couldn't remember the conversation I had in the dream any longer.
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