It's Saturday, and I'm really bored. For the first time in a long while, I actually have nothing that needs doing. It is amazing how fast I lose interest in my normal activities when I am not procrastinating over something important.
I had some weird dreams last night. I usually do remember my dreams, but I don't talk about them because they are either about as interesting as my waking life or really out there.
Most of my dreams fall into the category of anxiety dreams - about things that no longer apply to my life. For example, I dream about not remembering my high school locker combination (or even which locker is mine). I never dream about these sort of things when they actually apply, only years after the fact. Apparently my subconscious mind is a cesspool of imagined neuroses.
The rest of my dreams are narrative, kind of like watching a movie and starring in it at the same time. They are almost always in science fiction or fantasy genres. I don't talk about them because I am aware that I am already on the fringes of what society seems to consider "normal," and telling them would carry me way over the edge.
Last night's dreams were strange for me, in that I think most people would consider them pretty normal.
The first one was about attending my twenty year high school reunion (it's in 2010). I didn't go to my ten year reunion, and have no plans to go to the twenty year either. In my dream no one recognized me with the beard. Oddly enough, the dream reunion was about as dull as I would have expected a real one to be.
The second one involved my friend Kevin preaching at me (I am an atheist, he is not). And also me somehow coming into posession of a huge, rundown, creepy house (I mean Gormenghast huge, rundown and creepy). Enough said.
Well, I'm bored again. Time to find something else to do.
Later,
Saturday, October 14, 2006
Lazy Saturday; Strange Dreams
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dreams are cool.
I used to have the locker combination one a lot, but not for a long time now.
I have occasionally been having dreams about the old house in PA. In the dreams, it is owned by the new owners, but it is understood that we may use it. They are always away, but their things are around (shoes come to mind as I think about the dreams).
I also have dreams that I'm back in Highschool once in a while - but don't recall anything to do with lockers. It's always the present and I'm as I am now, but a highschool student. A few classmates are often featured as well.
Most of my dreams fall into the category of "I don't talk about them because I don't want to disturb anybody."
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