Wild crazy dreams ... i went to bed early last night in hopes being able to last the long day ahead of me. I really want to finish up my current project today (due this Friday) and the perlsemny meeting is tonight. Not to mention my cow-orkers band is playing late tonight and i simply have to see them. My friend had a spare ticket to go see the Doves tonight, but i had already promised to go see my cow-oker's band play.
Last night i watched 'Primer' ... i highly recommend everyone who reads this to check it out. It solves its problems of not exactly making the ends meet with good old obfuscation. Great flick!
Them crazy dreams ... why is it that i have these panick attacks in my dreams? Rhetorical question, but if i can solve that problem, i think most of my social problems would simply go away. Its a test you see ... dealing with lonliness. Most simply confide in a spouse -- they find one, enter a co-dependent relationship, and deal with fixing the symptom, not the problem. Ultimately, i think the problem is about death. Scary, frightening stuff. The major panick attack last night was that i was walking in a circle with a group of people. I wasn't really suppose to be there in the first place, but i was welcome. It was sort of a graduation ceremony, but you know how dreams get all ... fuzzy. While walking, i suddenly found my legs starting to freeze up, and i couldn't walk. I was able to step away from the line, however, and let everyone pass on by. Needless to say, i didn't get to follow to the ceremony, but then again ... i wasn't really suppose to be there in the first place.
Perhaps it was the line to Carrousel, a la "Logan's Run" ... :)
Funny how dreams seem to have recurring themes.
In mine, I am always on my own, there are only one or two persons I deal with directly – though a crowd of nameless people may be involved in some part of the dream –, and I do something crazy and bad on an uncontained compulsion, but there are no immediate consequences, and I get ever more anxious as life continues and I try to pretend nothing happened. The dreams usually end or fizzle out before reaching any conclusion; all there ever is is that ever mounting tension and an increasing experience of surreality from the cognitive dissonance between The Deed and the pretense.
I am glad that I don’t remember my dreams most of the time.
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jeffa on 2005-05-23T14:43:43
I could only wish that i didn't remember most of my dreams. I consider them a sort of purging of the day's events. Most of mine are harmless, and the ones that are disturbing i am always a spectator, never a direct participator -- although surely i am the "director." It's good to be able to yell "CUT!" and wake up.Re:
Aristotle on 2005-05-24T06:35:17
Ah. That doesn’t seem too bad then. Of course, it doesn’t make any particular disconcerting dream less disconcerting…
