a sad dream
oh yes i had a strange dream last night that woke me up and i felt so sad when i woke that i cried. couldn't go back to sleep then and lay in bed for almost 30 minutes before i got up, went upstairs and had some biscuits with milo.
i can't remember all of it, but the scene just before i woke up was this. there was a boy, and he was putting things into my pocket. i think they were supposed to be fish and prawns, but he was teasing and playful and i thought he had put two snails in my pocket. i got really angry with him, accused him of doing so and he denied it. so i said i would prove it and either looked into my pocket or poured everything out, only to find that there were no snails and there were a whole lot of good fish and prawns. i realised that he had been giving me all the best of what he got, and i woke up, and i cried.
my friend said the moral of the dream was don't be a nasty old bag. okay, point taken.
a few days ago, i dreamt i was enrolled in a university programme in australia that was called SMART and was some programme of scandinavian studies. when term began my friends were in another university and although when i registered i really wanted to go to SMART, i changed my mind cos i wanted to be with my friends. i finally made my way to the uni and had a look in the scandinavian studies classroom, which was a lab and a lecture theatre at the same time, except the whole thing had about 2 feet of water, like it was sitting in a swimming pool. the pool was lit from underwater. as i looked around i saw posters and schedules, project work pinned on the boards like any other classroom, and the course looked really interesting. i'm not sure if i managed to change courses and unis cos i don't remember the rest.
where does the raw material for my dreams come from? aren't dreams supposed to be the mind's way of making sense of, categorising and filing away things and thoughts that occur in daytime?
i can't remember all of it, but the scene just before i woke up was this. there was a boy, and he was putting things into my pocket. i think they were supposed to be fish and prawns, but he was teasing and playful and i thought he had put two snails in my pocket. i got really angry with him, accused him of doing so and he denied it. so i said i would prove it and either looked into my pocket or poured everything out, only to find that there were no snails and there were a whole lot of good fish and prawns. i realised that he had been giving me all the best of what he got, and i woke up, and i cried.
my friend said the moral of the dream was don't be a nasty old bag. okay, point taken.
a few days ago, i dreamt i was enrolled in a university programme in australia that was called SMART and was some programme of scandinavian studies. when term began my friends were in another university and although when i registered i really wanted to go to SMART, i changed my mind cos i wanted to be with my friends. i finally made my way to the uni and had a look in the scandinavian studies classroom, which was a lab and a lecture theatre at the same time, except the whole thing had about 2 feet of water, like it was sitting in a swimming pool. the pool was lit from underwater. as i looked around i saw posters and schedules, project work pinned on the boards like any other classroom, and the course looked really interesting. i'm not sure if i managed to change courses and unis cos i don't remember the rest.
where does the raw material for my dreams come from? aren't dreams supposed to be the mind's way of making sense of, categorising and filing away things and thoughts that occur in daytime?