This is a recap of sections of jet-lag dreams from my trip to Paris:
1. March 24-25: This dream was a series of violent replays of clips from tv shows. There are two things I remember: One, an old arcade in an old, drafty building. Two: A snow-covered road. I was driving along, and I had forgotten the road was icy, so I slammed on the brakes. I slid and serpentined, and finally stopped. I was scared I'd go off the road into a ditch, so I turned around and drove back "home." Later in the dream, I was back on this ice covered road, and I spun in a 360 degree turn, and almost wound up in the ditch. I climbed out of my car, and tried to pull it. It was unnaturally light, and I pulled it so hard I almost dragged it into the ditch on the opposite side of the road. I climbed in, and stared at the road. I wanted to get to my destination, but I hate driving on the ice and snow, and didn't know how long the road went on like this. I was nervous about being hit by other cars while I stood there. I realized I couldn't just go back home again, so I got in the car and started driving really slowly down the road.
2. March 25-26: I was a a heavy metal concert, and Michael Buble was performing. There were all these angry people around, in leather and spikes and whatnot. Some were in costumes, some were on motorcycles. I was some sort of roadie, setting things up for the concert. All of a sudden, there was a giant bear at the concert - this bear was maybe twenty feet tall. It had wrist bands on, with spikes. It started ripping people to shreds, and I ran away. I could hear it talking to people. I climbed up a scaffold (or was it a cliff or a building) - anyways, from up above I watched it. It was joined by a giant lynx or something, which had no skin and was just a mass of muscles and fibers. Lightning rippled off its skin. They were killing a lot of people - the whole concert was a mess. They kept saying they were only taking the "privileged chosen" to meet the "master." A guy who looked like Dennis Leary walked up the bear and said he was ready to go. The bear touched his forehead, and said "You are not of the chosen." The Dennis Leary biker guy was very upset.
I know, I know - Michael Buble at a heavy metal concert.....
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
March 19/20: Pluto and Don Juan
This dream was, as I remember it, split into two parts:
Part I:
I was traveling with an old woman. It was somewhere foreign - fog, drizzle, faint sun. We were in a city of sorts, except that to get to the city we had to go down giant escalators. The city itself was built in a giant crater, and it went underground around us. I had the distinct idea that this is what life on Pluto would feel like. We were warned by a passerby to look out for the moon, as it had a close orbit.
At one point, a giant, oblong, rotating rock floated through the town. It looked like misshapen pumice. It was the moon, and I remember thinking "Oh my, there weren't kidding!" I had to duck round it, which wasn't difficult as the moon wasn't moving that fast. I helped the old woman climb over the moon onto a ledge.
Note: In retrospect, the town reminded me vaguely of Copenhagen or London. There was a spire of sorts - or it might have been a weather vane, which was in the center of the crater. There were flags strung from it. The old woman reminded me of a nun I know. We were tourists...
Part II:
Scene change
It was just me, and I was at what I will now call "Don Juan University." The whole section of this dream ran like a vaudeville show. Lots of young people, running around, making out - frivolous romances. They were trying to outsmart the priests, who kept trying to make them all go to church. I saw police tape, and red LED light signs...
I was chasing/running through hallways with wooden floors which sometimes looked like the backroom of my old college church.
Green rolling hills. Laughter. Trysts - but nothing serious.
Dark wooden confessionals - empty.
A statue of two women in frilly dresses, in an amorous embrace.
A man - thin, not too tall (maybe in a top hat?) telling all his "students" what to do and how to love. The class, smiling for a picture. But running - chasing all over again. A great sense of movement. Period costumes.
******
As you can see, the second half fell off as I woke up.
So, this is my most recent dream
Part I:
I was traveling with an old woman. It was somewhere foreign - fog, drizzle, faint sun. We were in a city of sorts, except that to get to the city we had to go down giant escalators. The city itself was built in a giant crater, and it went underground around us. I had the distinct idea that this is what life on Pluto would feel like. We were warned by a passerby to look out for the moon, as it had a close orbit.
At one point, a giant, oblong, rotating rock floated through the town. It looked like misshapen pumice. It was the moon, and I remember thinking "Oh my, there weren't kidding!" I had to duck round it, which wasn't difficult as the moon wasn't moving that fast. I helped the old woman climb over the moon onto a ledge.
Note: In retrospect, the town reminded me vaguely of Copenhagen or London. There was a spire of sorts - or it might have been a weather vane, which was in the center of the crater. There were flags strung from it. The old woman reminded me of a nun I know. We were tourists...
Part II:
Scene change
It was just me, and I was at what I will now call "Don Juan University." The whole section of this dream ran like a vaudeville show. Lots of young people, running around, making out - frivolous romances. They were trying to outsmart the priests, who kept trying to make them all go to church. I saw police tape, and red LED light signs...
I was chasing/running through hallways with wooden floors which sometimes looked like the backroom of my old college church.
Green rolling hills. Laughter. Trysts - but nothing serious.
Dark wooden confessionals - empty.
A statue of two women in frilly dresses, in an amorous embrace.
A man - thin, not too tall (maybe in a top hat?) telling all his "students" what to do and how to love. The class, smiling for a picture. But running - chasing all over again. A great sense of movement. Period costumes.
******
As you can see, the second half fell off as I woke up.
So, this is my most recent dream
March 12: Alligators
Though I keep a dream journal in print form, this is the dream that sort of motivated me to start a blog about it. It's not my longest dream, or my scariest, or my most meaningful. It did, however, stick around with me for a week. Here it is:
In all the drainage ditches, there were alligators swimming under the water. I saw them where ever I went - long dark shadows swimming after me. There were many of them. At one point, I was walking along a reservoir with my father towards a city. It was winter, and all the alligators were frozen under water, except under bridges and in big drainage pipes. A giant alligator, the fattest alligator I've ever seen, climbed out of the water and started coming after us. It was slow though. It followed us, and I was nervous, but it stopped eventually, once we reached a giant overpass.
Later (as in another section of the dream which I remember but can't link to the above), I found myself at some sort of villa. It was sunset, and the weather was perfectly cool but not cold. There were hedges, and a door knocker in the shape of either a lion or a lizard. A man appeared in a tuxedo and wanted to dance with me. He had brown hair, and a was a good dancer. We danced. He wanted to marry me, and I remember thinking that though he was not a great looking person, he was a good soul. In the dream, that seemed crucial somehow...
*****
I have many dreams involving snakes, but not alligators. I remember being wary, but not terrified of them - as though I knew it was unlikely they would catch me, but I still didn't like seeing them there. When it comes to snakes, my dreams about them are almost always positive. It's rare I have a bad dream involving reptiles.
In all the drainage ditches, there were alligators swimming under the water. I saw them where ever I went - long dark shadows swimming after me. There were many of them. At one point, I was walking along a reservoir with my father towards a city. It was winter, and all the alligators were frozen under water, except under bridges and in big drainage pipes. A giant alligator, the fattest alligator I've ever seen, climbed out of the water and started coming after us. It was slow though. It followed us, and I was nervous, but it stopped eventually, once we reached a giant overpass.
Later (as in another section of the dream which I remember but can't link to the above), I found myself at some sort of villa. It was sunset, and the weather was perfectly cool but not cold. There were hedges, and a door knocker in the shape of either a lion or a lizard. A man appeared in a tuxedo and wanted to dance with me. He had brown hair, and a was a good dancer. We danced. He wanted to marry me, and I remember thinking that though he was not a great looking person, he was a good soul. In the dream, that seemed crucial somehow...
*****
I have many dreams involving snakes, but not alligators. I remember being wary, but not terrified of them - as though I knew it was unlikely they would catch me, but I still didn't like seeing them there. When it comes to snakes, my dreams about them are almost always positive. It's rare I have a bad dream involving reptiles.
The Beginning
This is my first post, so an introduction would be in order.
This is an online dream journal. I already keep a print version, but I thought that there might be those of you out there who might enjoy looking at what a subconscious mind has to offer. It would also be good for me, to keep up with a good practice that too often I forget to do in the haste of the morning. Dreams carry weight, and they are a bunch of fun to pick apart.
Some of these entries will be long, if I remember a lot. They might be small if I only remember a few images or scenes. I may or may not put the more questionable (read overly dark or sexual) dreams up, because most of the time I'd rather forget them than put them in print. If I don't have dreams for awhile, I'll put some of my "archived" dreams from old journals up.
Feel free to comment - if you think you know what an image symbolizes or what you think my dream means. I ask though that you keep the language clean, and do not attribute my dreams to substance abuse. That's not cool.
Finally, I picked the moniker "magpie" because they collect shiny objects. Keeping track of one's dreams is like collecting shiny objects, because only a few bright pieces tend to stand out. If you're lucky, then you get a whole necklace, but more often than not you have only a few beads and a thin thread on which to string them.
Enjoy!
This is an online dream journal. I already keep a print version, but I thought that there might be those of you out there who might enjoy looking at what a subconscious mind has to offer. It would also be good for me, to keep up with a good practice that too often I forget to do in the haste of the morning. Dreams carry weight, and they are a bunch of fun to pick apart.
Some of these entries will be long, if I remember a lot. They might be small if I only remember a few images or scenes. I may or may not put the more questionable (read overly dark or sexual) dreams up, because most of the time I'd rather forget them than put them in print. If I don't have dreams for awhile, I'll put some of my "archived" dreams from old journals up.
Feel free to comment - if you think you know what an image symbolizes or what you think my dream means. I ask though that you keep the language clean, and do not attribute my dreams to substance abuse. That's not cool.
Finally, I picked the moniker "magpie" because they collect shiny objects. Keeping track of one's dreams is like collecting shiny objects, because only a few bright pieces tend to stand out. If you're lucky, then you get a whole necklace, but more often than not you have only a few beads and a thin thread on which to string them.
Enjoy!
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