So I've been having these dreams
Ever since I got hella sick, I've given up the hooch and have been trying to get a good sleep pattern back lately i.e. being COMPLETELY sober when going to bed. So not even a glass of wine before bed.
Anyhoo, I've been having these INCREDIBLY vivid dreams for the past week. And sometimes they even wake me up, then I'll go to pee, fall back asleep and have an entirely different dream. This can happen upwards to 5 times a night.
Now some of you may be like "Um, who the fuck cares? I dream too douchebag" but you have to remember, I have had maybe 4-10 dreams in the past two years that I can remember. So not only am I dreaming, they are almost lifelike and last night was the first time I lucid dreamt.
That being said, I think it's a good idea to jot down my dreams. Some are pretty fucking well thought out in terms of plot line that it even impresses myself. I wish I could illustrate them because it would be so much cooler. The dreams I've been having are incredibly detailed and I really wish I could somehow record them and show people.
Anyhoo, prepare for a lengthy post:
Friday:
Friday's was pretty tame. I watched Syriana before bed so I'm assuming that was what spurred this dream but it consisted of myself, stoner dave and our old AWOL friend matt as well as an old guy in my old house in savannah.
We just did this heist job of sorts and then it got to be night time so we were dividing up the dibs and matt starts laying into me for some reason so I just fucking went off on him etc etc and everyone joined in and he told us all to fuck off and walked out of the house. But it was so lifelike as I have wanted to tell him off a few times in the past over odds and end bullshit squabbles we have had. And this time it was just so permanent feeling. I just let out all of my anger on him.
So anyways, then I went to the kitchen window and the house turned into stoner dave's mom's old house (odd I could remember her house) and went to smoke a cig. out the back window and the ashtray had this weird hidden spot in it and I turned it over and it had my old deadbeat roommates weed stash in it. And then I woke up.
Ok, wtf.
Saturday:
I dreamt that I was a black dude. Almost the same body build as Dave Chappelle, small, skinny and tall. I was in jail but it was some fucked up southern jail where James Gandolfini was the warden. He was corrupt and throughout the entire dream I felt like I was getting screwed over by him. I was constantly worrying about suffering by his wrath. It was definitely one of those feelings where there was that constant air of control looming over my head.
Anyways, I was set to be hung in a few days. And every time I interacted with him, it was always uneasy laughing all the while I was thinking of a way out. Some way to escape.
Then I started with this plan of escape where the timing would have to be perfect. There was a golf tourny outside the prison and we all started to walk towards the main gate. They somehow knew I was possibly trying to escape so I threw out my plan to run as soon as I got outside.
The tourny started and I think it was a fixed match where the ringer was under the wardens control. His opponent broke his wrist and the warden screamed into the crowd of watching cons to see who else could play. Naturally, everyone looked at me because I guess I was a good golfer. One of the prison bookies agreed to a bet of 83 to 1 against my favour and the warden took it happily. I played my ass off and won.
The warden wasn't happy so I was set to be hung after the match. We walked out to the tallest tree in this massive open field full of lush grass and the rope was thrown over the tallest limb and I was hoisted up. But as soon as I started to black out, the guy pulling me let go of the rope and I fell to the ground. As soon as I hit ground, it gave way and I fell 10 feet below the surface into this open cavern. While everyone was scrambling to climb down, I took off down this tunnel and it opened up 100 yards away in the middle of the field and I just ran like hell. I came to a fence and it turned out to be the perimeter of someone's property. I climbed it and it turned out to be in the middle of the forrest. There I met a woman living in the house and pretty much just woke up.
When I woke up, I thought to myself, how the fuck could a dream have all of the properties of a movie? It had the antagonist, the problem, the solution etc etc all in one even-flowing narrative? So weird.
Last night:
Pretty standard dream. I was at a book signing event, it was busy as hell, I was at the bar and there was kim cattralll. She and I chatted it up and the next thing I know we were in a hotel room. She was dressed to the nines in Agent Provocateur and I spent a good 5 minutes of the dream undressing her but in the end, her panties were still left on but we still started to have sex. She was wearing just about the sexiest pink and black number I had ever seen and each time I took off an item of clothing she had this massive smile on her face. Corset, stockings, straps etc etc. Then kate texted me (in real life) and I woke up. So, three facts can be taken from that dream. Although old, kim cattrall is still fucking hella hot. Two, I can't even fully cheat on kate even in my dreams and three, even when I'm dreaming, kate knows that I'm being a naughty boyfriend and will inadvertently stop me.
Anyhoo, I've been having these INCREDIBLY vivid dreams for the past week. And sometimes they even wake me up, then I'll go to pee, fall back asleep and have an entirely different dream. This can happen upwards to 5 times a night.
Now some of you may be like "Um, who the fuck cares? I dream too douchebag" but you have to remember, I have had maybe 4-10 dreams in the past two years that I can remember. So not only am I dreaming, they are almost lifelike and last night was the first time I lucid dreamt.
That being said, I think it's a good idea to jot down my dreams. Some are pretty fucking well thought out in terms of plot line that it even impresses myself. I wish I could illustrate them because it would be so much cooler. The dreams I've been having are incredibly detailed and I really wish I could somehow record them and show people.
Anyhoo, prepare for a lengthy post:
Friday:
Friday's was pretty tame. I watched Syriana before bed so I'm assuming that was what spurred this dream but it consisted of myself, stoner dave and our old AWOL friend matt as well as an old guy in my old house in savannah.
We just did this heist job of sorts and then it got to be night time so we were dividing up the dibs and matt starts laying into me for some reason so I just fucking went off on him etc etc and everyone joined in and he told us all to fuck off and walked out of the house. But it was so lifelike as I have wanted to tell him off a few times in the past over odds and end bullshit squabbles we have had. And this time it was just so permanent feeling. I just let out all of my anger on him.
So anyways, then I went to the kitchen window and the house turned into stoner dave's mom's old house (odd I could remember her house) and went to smoke a cig. out the back window and the ashtray had this weird hidden spot in it and I turned it over and it had my old deadbeat roommates weed stash in it. And then I woke up.
Ok, wtf.
Saturday:
I dreamt that I was a black dude. Almost the same body build as Dave Chappelle, small, skinny and tall. I was in jail but it was some fucked up southern jail where James Gandolfini was the warden. He was corrupt and throughout the entire dream I felt like I was getting screwed over by him. I was constantly worrying about suffering by his wrath. It was definitely one of those feelings where there was that constant air of control looming over my head.
Anyways, I was set to be hung in a few days. And every time I interacted with him, it was always uneasy laughing all the while I was thinking of a way out. Some way to escape.
Then I started with this plan of escape where the timing would have to be perfect. There was a golf tourny outside the prison and we all started to walk towards the main gate. They somehow knew I was possibly trying to escape so I threw out my plan to run as soon as I got outside.
The tourny started and I think it was a fixed match where the ringer was under the wardens control. His opponent broke his wrist and the warden screamed into the crowd of watching cons to see who else could play. Naturally, everyone looked at me because I guess I was a good golfer. One of the prison bookies agreed to a bet of 83 to 1 against my favour and the warden took it happily. I played my ass off and won.
The warden wasn't happy so I was set to be hung after the match. We walked out to the tallest tree in this massive open field full of lush grass and the rope was thrown over the tallest limb and I was hoisted up. But as soon as I started to black out, the guy pulling me let go of the rope and I fell to the ground. As soon as I hit ground, it gave way and I fell 10 feet below the surface into this open cavern. While everyone was scrambling to climb down, I took off down this tunnel and it opened up 100 yards away in the middle of the field and I just ran like hell. I came to a fence and it turned out to be the perimeter of someone's property. I climbed it and it turned out to be in the middle of the forrest. There I met a woman living in the house and pretty much just woke up.
When I woke up, I thought to myself, how the fuck could a dream have all of the properties of a movie? It had the antagonist, the problem, the solution etc etc all in one even-flowing narrative? So weird.
Last night:
Pretty standard dream. I was at a book signing event, it was busy as hell, I was at the bar and there was kim cattralll. She and I chatted it up and the next thing I know we were in a hotel room. She was dressed to the nines in Agent Provocateur and I spent a good 5 minutes of the dream undressing her but in the end, her panties were still left on but we still started to have sex. She was wearing just about the sexiest pink and black number I had ever seen and each time I took off an item of clothing she had this massive smile on her face. Corset, stockings, straps etc etc. Then kate texted me (in real life) and I woke up. So, three facts can be taken from that dream. Although old, kim cattrall is still fucking hella hot. Two, I can't even fully cheat on kate even in my dreams and three, even when I'm dreaming, kate knows that I'm being a naughty boyfriend and will inadvertently stop me.
- Monday, June 26, 2006 at 10:51 AM
- Posted by JKREW
- 3 Comments
bahahahhha that's awesome! *cracks whip!
Rahl Dahl wrote down his dreams everymorning first thing when he woke up and said that was were most of the content of his books came from. Last night I dreamt of some chick sitting on my face and then I woke up. For some reason that's the only part of the dream I remember. Bizzare!
Can't beat Bill's dream when he had 102 temperature. The Pillbury dough boy would wait for him each time he fell asleep to take him down one of three paths. He would be jumping up and down saying "Oh Boy, it's Bill. He's come to play." Bill could hardly wait to fall back asleep because he had so much fun with Mr. Dough Boy.
And yes, crazy DOES run in our family. Be scared!