Towelie
April 9th, 2007, 03:41 AM
I've been having some crazy vivid dreams lately. I often have vivid dreams, but it's usually maybe once a week, but the last few months I'm almost worried about what dreams I'll be having, because most of them are the kind that seem longer than the 5-8 hours that I've been sleeping. And these are every single night. Like, days pass in my dream world, and I wake up to find i've only been asleep for a few hours.
I wish I had my father's artistic talent because some of the scenes I have in my head are very 300-esque. The night I saw Grindhouse I of course had(one of many) zombie SHTF dreams. My friends and I were on our way to meet Garryowen and SinistralRflman in Santa Fe, New Mexico(dont know why there when they live in phoenix), but we have to turn around when we hear a news report that they were dropping A-bombs on the cities of Santa Fe, Albaquerqe, El Paso and Bilouxi to deal with the abundance of zombies(likely origins of outbreak). After a long drive we get back to OC and hear that the military is turning the islands of Catalina and San Clamente into refugee camps. We can't go immediately because everyone had to be screened for infection, so we were staying at an abandoned house with like 30 other people on the hills above Laguna Beach. The sight of the hundreds of boats heading to Catalina was incredible. The last part of the dream I remember is being on a boat, about to reach Catalina, when we decide that hiding is the pussy thing to do, and turn around back to mainland.
Now that kinda thing is explainable, I saw a zombie movie, I love zombie scenarios, and my mind just ran with it.
I have others though, of doing normal things with people I know now, or used to know, almost all of them take place at a home that is not my own, but is in almost all of my recent dreams. It's always in San Clamente, not where I live, but almost all of my dreams take place there. It's hard to explain, but I often get the feeling my own brain is trying to tell me something. I've seriously considered going to the areas my dreams take place and looking for the house I'm always in. It sounds crazy, but when you have a dream every night about living in the same house, one you've never seen before, it can creep you out.
I personally dont believe in psychology or psychotherapy, I mean, I believe it works for other people, but for me, nobody is gonna tell me they know my brain better than I know my brain. Me and my brain are very close. We spend a lot of time bonding with eachother, and I spend a lot of money keeping it happy. But my dreams, my subconscious, something isn't right. You know when you get towards waking up and you start to realize that you are in a dream, and you can at least control your actions? I'm seriously thinking that the next time I am in that state, I need to ask questions. Not to myself, to whoever I'm with, Vanilla Sky Tech Support type deal. If my subconscious is controlling the actions of everyone in my dream, maybe I can attempt to communicate with myself in a way I have yet to experience. I have some questions I want answered, and I doubt a therapist is going to know the answers.
I wish I had my father's artistic talent because some of the scenes I have in my head are very 300-esque. The night I saw Grindhouse I of course had(one of many) zombie SHTF dreams. My friends and I were on our way to meet Garryowen and SinistralRflman in Santa Fe, New Mexico(dont know why there when they live in phoenix), but we have to turn around when we hear a news report that they were dropping A-bombs on the cities of Santa Fe, Albaquerqe, El Paso and Bilouxi to deal with the abundance of zombies(likely origins of outbreak). After a long drive we get back to OC and hear that the military is turning the islands of Catalina and San Clamente into refugee camps. We can't go immediately because everyone had to be screened for infection, so we were staying at an abandoned house with like 30 other people on the hills above Laguna Beach. The sight of the hundreds of boats heading to Catalina was incredible. The last part of the dream I remember is being on a boat, about to reach Catalina, when we decide that hiding is the pussy thing to do, and turn around back to mainland.
Now that kinda thing is explainable, I saw a zombie movie, I love zombie scenarios, and my mind just ran with it.
I have others though, of doing normal things with people I know now, or used to know, almost all of them take place at a home that is not my own, but is in almost all of my recent dreams. It's always in San Clamente, not where I live, but almost all of my dreams take place there. It's hard to explain, but I often get the feeling my own brain is trying to tell me something. I've seriously considered going to the areas my dreams take place and looking for the house I'm always in. It sounds crazy, but when you have a dream every night about living in the same house, one you've never seen before, it can creep you out.
I personally dont believe in psychology or psychotherapy, I mean, I believe it works for other people, but for me, nobody is gonna tell me they know my brain better than I know my brain. Me and my brain are very close. We spend a lot of time bonding with eachother, and I spend a lot of money keeping it happy. But my dreams, my subconscious, something isn't right. You know when you get towards waking up and you start to realize that you are in a dream, and you can at least control your actions? I'm seriously thinking that the next time I am in that state, I need to ask questions. Not to myself, to whoever I'm with, Vanilla Sky Tech Support type deal. If my subconscious is controlling the actions of everyone in my dream, maybe I can attempt to communicate with myself in a way I have yet to experience. I have some questions I want answered, and I doubt a therapist is going to know the answers.