Mixed Dreams
Last night I dreamt that a good friend of mine, and also an employer wrote a song about his experience in New York City with his wife. He let me hear it and it was more like a long poem, that when hearing it transported you to observe the actual events. That was pretty cool until the poem got to be a bit graphic and embarassing. Needless to say, the dream ended awkward, but still I like the idea of hearing a song that transports your mind to the event in question.
Let's see, then I dreamt about going swimming in a pool with my sisters and their friend. We were swimming around, and for some reason they all left and instead some angry god of some kind said I was cursed. Then the pool's bottom eroded and instead I saw it was the ocean. I somehow got stuck to some piece of wood and started dropping to the bottom.
I narrated my own decent in my head, but it was as if I had already experienced this. Somehow I knew I was going to survive, but I was going to remain attatched to this piece of wood on the bottom of the ocean for 6 months. This didn't seem so bad, but then the thing I remember most was how COLD the bottom was, and how much pressure the water above had on me.
I don't really know how I was able to breathe or hold my breath, but it wasn't important. I do remember being almost paralysed from the cold, and instead heard myself narrate that my mind was flowing faster than it ever had before, and I could think and unwravel the mysteries of life because I was so focused.
Anyways, I don't know what that last dream was about- maybe it's because I just saw Pirates of the Caribbean 3.
Let's see, then I dreamt about going swimming in a pool with my sisters and their friend. We were swimming around, and for some reason they all left and instead some angry god of some kind said I was cursed. Then the pool's bottom eroded and instead I saw it was the ocean. I somehow got stuck to some piece of wood and started dropping to the bottom.
I narrated my own decent in my head, but it was as if I had already experienced this. Somehow I knew I was going to survive, but I was going to remain attatched to this piece of wood on the bottom of the ocean for 6 months. This didn't seem so bad, but then the thing I remember most was how COLD the bottom was, and how much pressure the water above had on me.
I don't really know how I was able to breathe or hold my breath, but it wasn't important. I do remember being almost paralysed from the cold, and instead heard myself narrate that my mind was flowing faster than it ever had before, and I could think and unwravel the mysteries of life because I was so focused.
Anyways, I don't know what that last dream was about- maybe it's because I just saw Pirates of the Caribbean 3.