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jchrisobrien) wrote2005-05-18 10:43 am
jchrisobrien) wrote2005-05-18 10:43 am
Another Episode of Subconscious Theater
There was a conversation this weekend past about nightmares, what kinds people have and what they might mean. At the time, I couldn't recall what my nightmares were like. This was a surefire way of provoking a nightmare. I might as well have said
I was coming back to "my apartment" and I found the door unlocked. Inside a party was going on, but I didn't recognize the people who lived there. I immediately became angry, because I couldn't trust these people. Would they steal my things or break something? I found my landlady, but she wouldn't talk to me on the matter. Any guest I questioned just made small talk or walked away when I questioned them. Finally I saw a few friends, but they would turn and wander away when I questioned them too.
There are probably some significant bits here: my assumption that this was my place, when it could have been somewhere else. My reaction to the guests. The running theme of being ignored/invisible. That being said, this was a rather different kind of dream that usual.
A few days later I had one of my more "traditional" nightmares, but with a twist. I'm back in college, wandering through the paths at Penn State. I realize I've skipped about half of my classes for the semester, and am liable to flunk them. I try to remember where the classes meet, and when, but am having a hard time doing so. In my older dreams I would keep wandering around trying to find them, and the dream scape would change into something else. That night, I realized that I would just have to cancel my classes, and take them again the next semester, paying more attention to them because I was older now, and couldn't afford to blow shit off.
Images can come and go, and who knows what a cigar is. But when you can see a change in the patter of a dream, that's something.
I was coming back to "my apartment" and I found the door unlocked. Inside a party was going on, but I didn't recognize the people who lived there. I immediately became angry, because I couldn't trust these people. Would they steal my things or break something? I found my landlady, but she wouldn't talk to me on the matter. Any guest I questioned just made small talk or walked away when I questioned them. Finally I saw a few friends, but they would turn and wander away when I questioned them too.
There are probably some significant bits here: my assumption that this was my place, when it could have been somewhere else. My reaction to the guests. The running theme of being ignored/invisible. That being said, this was a rather different kind of dream that usual.
A few days later I had one of my more "traditional" nightmares, but with a twist. I'm back in college, wandering through the paths at Penn State. I realize I've skipped about half of my classes for the semester, and am liable to flunk them. I try to remember where the classes meet, and when, but am having a hard time doing so. In my older dreams I would keep wandering around trying to find them, and the dream scape would change into something else. That night, I realized that I would just have to cancel my classes, and take them again the next semester, paying more attention to them because I was older now, and couldn't afford to blow shit off.
Images can come and go, and who knows what a cigar is. But when you can see a change in the patter of a dream, that's something.
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I've also noticed that before I couldn't fight in dreams. Now, I can kill things with an almost frightening ease. Usually, the things are zombies which relieves me a litte bit.