Funky dreaming
The largest problem about sleeping all day (besides the dagger-like
looks I get from my mom) is that I remember some pretty bizarre dreams:
Two nights ago, I dreamt that I was at my high school when it was announced that there was a disaster at a huge rock festival. The sound system was miswired, and the entire area went up like a bomb, killing 10 major bands and thousands of devoted fans. My classmates and I skipped class to listen to pirated copies of the dead bands' music and mourn for all the songs that never would be.
Last night, I dreamt that I was in a play practicing at a local school. As 99% of my dreams revolve around failure and anxiety about failure, it's not surprising that I kept screwing up. In particular, I couldn't keep track of my props. One of the props was a working bow-and-arrow set; unfortunately, irresponsible little kids kept getting their hands on the bow and shooting holes in the ceiling. Then my most important prop, a live gerbil, kept escaping and running out on stage during other people's lines. At some point, it escaped from the building onto the grounds. Finally, I caught it and picked it up; the ungrateful animal not only bit my thumb, it EXPLODED.
Fortunately, there were no internal organs or blood, just a skeleton that looked like a horseshoe crab and a patch of gray fur. I picked up the pieces and put them in a shoebox before going to explain to the irritable director that I had caused the rodent to explode by letting it bite my thumb. Instead, I was distracted by the appearance of a nocturnal animal with enormous red eyes and a bushy, black-and-white banded tail. The regular variety lived in trees, but I ran across the GIANT variety, which were about the size of an SUV. Even the juvenile was the size of a horse.
I didn't feel threatened at all; they meandered into the schoolbuilding and down into the basement, where they slept during the day. At that point, I noticed the creatures had left behind an egg. I picked it up and tried to put the egg into the cage with its mother, but it dissolved in my hands. I was horrified to have killed the offspring of such beautiful, gentle animals, but the zookeeper said that it happened all the time; he'd just feed the yolk to the mother animal and everything would be fine.
When I returned to the drama room, the director was nowhere to be seen, but the whole cast was watching the end of a kids' adventure movie. In the movie, a girl, her younger brother and a friendly imp were in a floating house, battling off an invasion of evil winged horses. The little brother suggested pushing the winged horses out through the picture window, but it accomplished little because the horses could fly anyway. That is, until the imp used its magic to drop huge boulders on the ones that had been pushed out the window. Then I woke up.
The critters looked a bit like these ring-tailed lemurs. Amazing exploding gerbil!
Analysis of Bounce_Ko's dreams:
Pop-culture analysis:
Pseudo-scientific analysis:
Dream 1:
Dreams are weird. If I stuck to a more regular sleep schedule, at least I wouldn't remember them.
Two nights ago, I dreamt that I was at my high school when it was announced that there was a disaster at a huge rock festival. The sound system was miswired, and the entire area went up like a bomb, killing 10 major bands and thousands of devoted fans. My classmates and I skipped class to listen to pirated copies of the dead bands' music and mourn for all the songs that never would be.
Last night, I dreamt that I was in a play practicing at a local school. As 99% of my dreams revolve around failure and anxiety about failure, it's not surprising that I kept screwing up. In particular, I couldn't keep track of my props. One of the props was a working bow-and-arrow set; unfortunately, irresponsible little kids kept getting their hands on the bow and shooting holes in the ceiling. Then my most important prop, a live gerbil, kept escaping and running out on stage during other people's lines. At some point, it escaped from the building onto the grounds. Finally, I caught it and picked it up; the ungrateful animal not only bit my thumb, it EXPLODED.
Fortunately, there were no internal organs or blood, just a skeleton that looked like a horseshoe crab and a patch of gray fur. I picked up the pieces and put them in a shoebox before going to explain to the irritable director that I had caused the rodent to explode by letting it bite my thumb. Instead, I was distracted by the appearance of a nocturnal animal with enormous red eyes and a bushy, black-and-white banded tail. The regular variety lived in trees, but I ran across the GIANT variety, which were about the size of an SUV. Even the juvenile was the size of a horse.
I didn't feel threatened at all; they meandered into the schoolbuilding and down into the basement, where they slept during the day. At that point, I noticed the creatures had left behind an egg. I picked it up and tried to put the egg into the cage with its mother, but it dissolved in my hands. I was horrified to have killed the offspring of such beautiful, gentle animals, but the zookeeper said that it happened all the time; he'd just feed the yolk to the mother animal and everything would be fine.
When I returned to the drama room, the director was nowhere to be seen, but the whole cast was watching the end of a kids' adventure movie. In the movie, a girl, her younger brother and a friendly imp were in a floating house, battling off an invasion of evil winged horses. The little brother suggested pushing the winged horses out through the picture window, but it accomplished little because the horses could fly anyway. That is, until the imp used its magic to drop huge boulders on the ones that had been pushed out the window. Then I woke up.
The critters looked a bit like these ring-tailed lemurs. Amazing exploding gerbil!
Analysis of Bounce_Ko's dreams:
Pop-culture analysis:
- According to my "Dreams Explained: book for Girls", both dreams mean that I will soon meet a cute guy. Actually, according to that book, ALL dreams mean that I will soon meet a cute guy. Weird book.
Pseudo-scientific analysis:
Dream 1:
- Dreaming about a major disaster reflects the societal anxiety of the post-9/11 world. Of course, major disasters occurred before 9/11 too, and many had much higher death rates, but no one seems to remember them.
- The mechanism of the sound system reflects my suppressed anxiety about being elected Sound Head next year at college, despite the fact that I don't actually know how the sound system works.
- Dreaming about drama and the theater is an expression of my attachment to and competition with my older sister, a theater goddess. It may also be a reflection of a desire to abandon sound design and return to acting.
- Dreaming about losing things is a reflection of my fear of responsibilities and my fear of failing in those responsibilities.
- Dreaming about the gerbil's death shows that I continue to have insecurities regarding a gerbil I owned 3 years ago, and which I was convinced hated me because it was constantly running away.
- The giant nocturnal animals show my desire for a personal connection with nature.
- The broken egg shows my fear that I will always f*ck everything up.
- Dreaming about a mother eating her own egg represents a cycle of rebirth. Or it's just kinda gross.
- Dreaming about evil flying horses means nothing whatsoever.
- Dreaming about dropping rocks on evil flying horses reflects my desire for creative solutions to impossible problems.
Dreams are weird. If I stuck to a more regular sleep schedule, at least I wouldn't remember them.