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Another Hotel Dream

by Drey on April 27, 2005 in Dreams with No comments

Another hotel dream. A common theme in my dreams is that I’m lost in a labyrinthine hotel. Once I leave my hotel room, I usually cannot find it again as I’ve either forgotten my room number or the architecture of the building wefts to prevent my return. Last night I had a special passkey that gave me access to every door. I’m not sure I was even staying at the hotel.

In another dream a man was trying to find the landing site of a UFO. Some kids had moved it into their garage. There was a brief documentary about how the interior of the garage came to be decorated with various white trash crap stop signs advertising t-shirts, whiskey and fried chicken. The sequence had been filmed in stop motion, beginning with the empty garage and slowly adding each sign to the walls and ceiling.

Flying Away from Tony

by Drey on April 19, 2005 in Dreams with 1 Comment

Another very long dream in which I could fly/levitate. It was marred by the fact that I spent the entire time fleeing Tony Soprano’s crew who were out to whack me.

New House Dream

by Drey on April 16, 2005 in Dreams with No comments

At the end of one dream I was with someone and we were going to go to some kind of children’s museum. We walked into the door where we thought the museum would be and found that things looked very different from the last time we were there. It looked more like a hospital. As it turned out, we had wandered into the children’s hospital instead.

I think perhaps the person I was with was my ex-wife Cathy. This segued into the next dream where I had gotten back together with Cathy and we were moving into a new house. I kept wondering where I was going to put all my things. There was already a bed there. I would no longer have my own bedroom and this bothered me. I started wondering if this was what I really wanted. So much had happened in the years since we got divorced and I wasn’t sure she really knew me any more. I stood in the upstairs living room of the new house (off-white carpet, white walls) and watched a black widow spider come and drag the carcass of a cockroach away. This was the most realistic part of the dream, the one filled with the most detail.

I went to explore the rest of the new house. There was a patio that opened off the kitchen, leading to a forest of very tall trees. Perhaps our new house was in the redwood forest of California. As soon as I set foot into the forest, a small one-man starfighter began a strafing run between the immense trees. I had to run and dodge laser blasts until I was safe in the kitchen. Apparently our new house could withstand laser blasts.

That’s all.

The Numbers Game

by Drey on May 11, 2001 in Dreams, Geek, Life, Writing with No comments

Maybe if you rub those tickets together, you’ll excite the numbers. But listen to me, friend, you don’t ever want to let them rub off on you. Don’t even look at them too much or you might get Marked. You think you’re gambling now, but you don’t know the half of it. Before the numbers catch up with you, I better tell you about Dave. Continue reading →

The Function of Perception in Dreams and Hallucinations

by Drey on March 15, 1995 in Dreams with No comments

Near the beginning of this course, we discussed Descartes’ dream argument in which he states one can know that P only if one knows that he is not dreaming P. And because one cannot know that he is not dreaming, one cannot know that P. This argument sparked my imagination and I tried to think of all the ways I could prove whether I am dreaming or not. Continue reading →

Fake Dream

by Drey on September 8, 1993 in Dreams, Writing with No comments

This is not a real dream. It was the fake dream I wrote for a “Fool the Class” writing exercise where the class had to guess which dream was real. The real dream was the Cow Catapult dream.

I floated along by the fountain beside the Union Building, except that the Union Building wasn’t there. It was some sort of convenience store or a video rental place. When I dream that I can fly, I’m always standing upright, levitating.

My roommate sat in a chair reading. As I passed by, I realized that we hadn’t started to unpack our stuff. School had been in session for several weeks and our room was still bare.

I turned to look across the street, but found the wall to my dorm room instead. I was inside, sitting on the bed. My schedule card was in my hand and I was trying to read it. But I couldn’t understand what it said. It was a punch card like they used in old computers. Everyone else could understand it except me. Somehow I realized that there was a class I had completely forgotten to go to.

I was with Dave again. I told him about my schedule. We were walking casually along, even though I was about 3 weeks late for a class. He was telling me about a new Star Wars movie that was coming out.

Cow Catapult Dream

by Drey on September 8, 1993 in Dreams with No comments

The meadow and sky were digital, having the fuzzy electric glow around the edges like a television screen. Images flashed by like a deck of cards, an MTV visual assault. National Geographic, the Discovery Channel, Wild Kingdom. The Sudan. A dry tan prairie with a Joshua tree. Snap back to the meadow.

A cow stood in the meadow. Solid, thick, seemingly a statue. From offstage to the right, an unseen catapult flung another bovine into the air. It spun through the sky, unmoving, and landed on the other cow. They immediately began to mate. I was reminded of some Monty Python cardboard cut-out animation sequence. More cows were flung into the meadow, until there was a writhing mass of mooing creatures there in a single mound.

Grumbling, an undercurrent of narration spilled along in the background, as though the whole display was a nature documentary. I felt embarrassed. I turned away.

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