A sign that my job has robbed me of normal human feeling ( Read more... )

A few days ago the NYT published an article on dream interpretation. A research team discovered, perhaps unsurprisingly, that people are more likely to believe in dreams that conform to the way they want to think about the world - good things happening for them and their friends, and bad things happening to their enemies. There's a survey you can ( Read more... )

I'm pretty good at remembering my dreams, especially on weekends when I can lie in bed and drift in and out of consciousness for several hours. They tend to be unique, and often entertaining in retrospect, so I try to write them all down. I've never had a recurring dream, where the exact same thing happens every time, but I do have three themes ( Read more... )

A few months ago I read a book called Counting Sheep: The Science and Pleasures of Sleep and Dreams. One of the things I picked up from this book is that the ability to remember dreams in the morning or to have lucid dreams can be improved with practice, simply by telling yourself before you go to sleep that you have an interest in doing these ( Read more... )

Last night I went down a bobsled run without a sled, fed dolphins at a secret underwater superhero fortress, watched the sun set at the end of the world, and had a "wardrobe malfunction" at prom. My waking life isn't nearly that exciting.

This girlification project I've undertaken must be going deeper than I thought. Last night I had a dream about shoes.

I had a very strange dream last night. The actual events are kind of jumbled by now, but Mom, Bob, the minions and Jim Carrey were in it. It involved jack-o-lanterns, bricks of ice cream, astronauts, and a benign alien race that looked kinda like LOTR elves, but without the pointy ears. But mostly it seemed to be about pumpkin pie.