First of all, since this is my first blog entry of 2013, I
want to wish everyone a Happy New Year. I
hope this year is a great one for you and yours. Now to the good stuff!
I like to believe that my dreams are just memories from
other lives I’ve lived. It is because of
this belief that I can happily say I’ve had the most amazing things happen to
me and have lived the most adventurous lives. My dreams are incredibly vivid
and, while I’m dreaming I often forget that I’m in a dream world. Once as a
child, during an amazing dream, I pinched myself to see if the remarkable
things that were happening to me were real. I felt it. For the rest of the
dream I was convinced I was in the real world. Imagine my disappointment when I
woke up.
Years ago, I began keeping a dream diary to help me remember
my dreams at a later time. I don’t attempt to find deeper meanings in them, but
I do want to remember some of the more fantastic ones for my writing. What I
discovered when I started documenting them was that I couldn’t always
understand what I had written. Often the writing was scribbled quickly in the
dark and was hardly legible in normal light.
As I got older, technology improved and recording became
easier. This was much better than writing. I could quickly record my thoughts
and then fall asleep again to have another dream. I use this technique now to
document my dreams.
Here’s a transcription of a one of my audio dream diary
entries from last month:
“Um… I just woke up from really fun dream. I think someone had a brain tumor and he was
an old man. He went to a different
world. Maybe this world was caused by
the brain tumor. There was a campground
with these whales that you would jump in and swim with. That was cool. Then there was an old man who had all these
miniatures. There were whole towns with
these miniatures and trains and things. Then he left to go to this
campground. It was like a summer camp
place and everyone had the same shirt on. At the camp, one of the girls was taken
by a man. He lured her off with this weird looking lizard. She had been mean to
the whales. She was going to get in the water with hair dye in her hair and
everyone was upset. It would have hurt the whales. The whales were big but not really. I think they were a magical type of whale.
Anyway, she was bad and was sent to her cabin but was lured off by this man
with the lizard. He was a show performer or something. I decided I would chase
him down and figure out where they would be performing next. So I go, go, go,
go, go. I run into some people who knew the man and they say “oh, he’s going to
be performing at this one place.” I go to the theater and end up having a sword
fight with a fake sword and this guy. While I’m doing this I tie up this rope to
the main curtain and lifted him up. At this point the girl and I were gone.
Then we got lost but this guy’s sword fighting friends help us leave because
they didn’t want to work for him anymore. Then the whole world was going to
blow up because someone had sent a bomb to the old man’s house with the
miniatures. I think we were in the miniatures. Then they send someone to find
it and the old man ends up sending the young man back in time only to find out
at the end that the old man is the young man from the future with a brain tumor
and the little girl was his wife. The whales were really cool though. They were
a lot of fun. They were fresh water whales because we were in the mountains.”
Now, don’t judge this story too harshly. Remember I recorded
it at 4:32 in the morning. Yes, even to me it sounds like the ravings of a 5
year old child. Not only does it demonstrate how strange my dreams can be, but
also how incoherent I am when I wake up in the middle of the night. Although in
all honesty, I could potentially pull a good story from this strange string of
thoughts.
So, now that you’ve seen into my dreams, what are some strange things about yours?
