Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Lacuna Inc., Where Are You?

I've got a bone to pick with my brain, which is particularly hard to do considering it is absent of bones.  My mind has a mind of it's own, it seems.

Usually I am a fan of dreaming and look forward to sleeping based on this fact, but there are times when my subconscious decides its cool to build a dreamscape out of things I expressly would rather not think about, therefore astrally landing me in the middle of a situation that is emotionally rough.

Those kind of dreams when you wake up and you're thankful at once that it was just a dream, but then it continues to percolate earnestly in your waking life.  You don't want to fall back asleep because you might end up right back where you were, but staying awake is a killer too because now you're actively thinking about how the dream affected you.  It's some inter-cranial bullshit!

Do these dreams come up from trying to actively suppress these hurt feelings and emotions?  Is it even possible to suppress them?  If you're trying not to think about something, aren't you thinking about it to NOT think about it?  Is there an "Eternal Sunshine" procedure in existence?  What I would give to have a little bit of brain damage in place of shitty dreams or thoughts I don't want to think! 

It's the worst when you assume you're fine and then something triggers that spark of a thought, and then it snowballs into an all-encompassing avalanche, and then your whole day is ruined, and then you finally drift to sleep, and then you're pelted in the face with snowballs in dreamland. 

And what's worst of all is that simply by thinking about this feeling or situation, no matter how hard you try to avoid it, you're giving power to it just by thinking about it.  That horrible memory (and cause of that horrible memory) wins by occupying your headspace in the first place.  Fuck that! 

Why would your own brain, designed with fight-or-flight responses to physical danger, not have that same response to emotional attacks?  I suppose we're not at that evolutionary stage yet.  But then again, if humans did have that kind of wiring, I suppose there would be no such thing as compassion anymore.  Any emotionally displeasing thought or situation would be avoided; no more hospice or homeless shelters, therapy or crisis centers.  No more moral responsibility.

It's funny what you're motivated to write about when you're awakened from an unpleasant dream; especially if you didn't expect to write it in the first place.  

Friday, December 7, 2012

Fever Dreams

Last night I dreamt that I was sleeping in my bed
In the astral plane, I was awoken by a figure entering my room
At first I thought it was a young woman, but then it's shape shifted
It became a large man, not fat, but big in proportions
He was bald with a thin moustache, wearing a simple, button-up, white shirt
Suspenders and simple dark slacks
He was clutching a bowler hat at his chest by the brim,
Like a guy from the early 20th century asking for a job
The main characteristic was his head
Aside from the moustache, it was white,
but as he stood in my room, his head gradually changed from light pink to fire red
This occurring didn't seem to effect the man at all
He showed no signs of pain or discomfort
Without him saying a word, I found myself giving advice
"You seem to have a fever. Take some aspirin and put a cool washcloth on your forehead"
He looked at me and nodded
At this point, I found myself actually waking up into reality, real life
Before I realized this, I was still offering my advice to the man,
Half-asleep/half-awake,
I caught myself saying, "Oh, and don't eat anything...Starve a fever, feed a cold."
By the end of the sentence, my eyes were open in the waking world.
I had been talking in my sleep to a stranger I didn't know (didn't actually exist)
Once I realized this, I chuckled to myself, turned to lay on my left side, and fell back asleep.
I wonder if I talk in my sleep often.