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ms this week:
Why people remember dreams: Because they are anxious or depressed or because they are creative types. I don't know if this is true but this is what I read in an article.
Lots of them that I actually remember: 7/11/17
First dream, I’m crabbing on some house boat-crabbing and fishing. No one else is with me but there are signs that people were just there. I don’t know why I’m there. There are lines everywhere but I didn’t set them up, but I am checking them because I figure the people who are crabbing would want me to catch the crabs. The first 2 lines I pull up two enormous blue crabs but when I do-they run into the house boat-I have to chase them like cats and one of them starts meowing-it was a creepy sound with his little crab mouth-I can see the mouth open-the other one I catch and try to put into a cooler but it immediately dies and disintegrates into a meaty blob. I don’t remember if I catch the cat crab or not. Then I pull a line up and there’s a fish on it. The fish was black and probably about 2-3 pounds. I don’t know what kind of fish it is. I am trying to find something to put salt water in so I can keep the fish fresh-I do not want to kill it. I have trouble finding something. I try to fit the fish into a little square container, all the water dumps out, the fish is flopping. I think the fish died anyway because I could not find a container. That’s all I remember of that dream.
7/12/17
Dreamed that I was in New Orleans visiting and flea market and I stumble across a booth that has a bunch of my good friend Lisa’s stuff in it. Except it’s not anything I would want to keep to remember her by-it was just movie and celebrity posters except for one that said “New Orleans World Fair, 1984” and it had a Mardi Gras mask on it. It was mostly green. I decided I might want to buy that one, and I did. But the others were these bizarre pictures of Michael Jackson-he looked not like himself and other things I can’t remember. I remember discussing it with someone and asking why her things were being sold and who was selling them. It made me sad. I assumed it was her ex-husband Peter.
7/13/17
Dreamed that I was sitting on a seat in a full bus going somewhere. It was one of those cheap grey hounds that take you from city to city. When I sat down in the only seat I could find in the very back-I noticed a man lying there. He was dead, and not freshly dead. He was rotting. I try to get a peek at him, but before I can the embalmers show up to take him away. They weren’t using a bag and I remember thinking that parts of him were going to fall off. I remember thinking how unsanitary it was and how no one noticed or cared about that aspect of it. As soon as they picked him up, people on the bus started coughing from the terrible rotting flesh smell. I held my breath and wondered why other people didn’t do that. Everyone just kept breathing it in and gagging and coughing until the bus was nothing but a cacophony of cough/gag sounds. I saw the people walk by with the body and didn’t smell anything but was kind of curious. No one seemed surprised that there was a body, just put off by the smell. I never got a good look at the body.
7/14/17
I dream that I am on some vacation-riding for a long time to get to a beach to go surfing and other beach things. Someone is with me but I can’t remember who. When I get there, I order a plate of food-on the beach. I ask what the specials are and the waiter rattles off some fish I’ve never heard of and I say that was fine and order that. Before I could get my food we are asked to get back on the bus and go on another beach tour but then come back. They said no one should eat my food. There was an annoying couple sitting in front of me the whole time-a man and woman. The man looked like Russel Brand and the woman was really blond, tiny, and tan. When we made our next stop he kept simulating doggy style on her and laughing. I thought it was gross and inappropriate in public. We end up back where I was supposed to go swimming and surfing and I ask for my food and this woman tells me she needs ID. When I pull out ID she says it’s an American ID and she needs more proof about who I am. I said that’s the only ID they issue in America. I had no idea I was in a foreign country. She waffles back and forth, I don’t think I ever get my food. The second part of the dream was someone found a box of photos on the beach and gave them to me-mostly undeveloped photos. I thought they were some strangers box of photos but when I started looked at the negatives and the ones that I could see-they were photos from my recent graduation-and videos. I was in a graduation parade pretending that I knew how to play the drums and everyone was being rode down Washington Square in carriages. Two of the other graduates started to simulate a fight and people were laughing. Some of the photos were from when Jenny and I were dating except I didn’t know where they were taken or what we were doing. And photos from my childhood-there was one when I was sick with pneumonia and I look very very ill. It had the effect of the “live” feature that was on the I phone except it was a printed photo. When I pressed on it-You could see my mouthing something for a second. I looked like death.
Why people remember dreams: Because they are anxious or depressed or because they are creative types. I don't know if this is true but this is what I read in an article.
Lots of them that I actually remember: 7/11/17
First dream, I’m crabbing on some house boat-crabbing and fishing. No one else is with me but there are signs that people were just there. I don’t know why I’m there. There are lines everywhere but I didn’t set them up, but I am checking them because I figure the people who are crabbing would want me to catch the crabs. The first 2 lines I pull up two enormous blue crabs but when I do-they run into the house boat-I have to chase them like cats and one of them starts meowing-it was a creepy sound with his little crab mouth-I can see the mouth open-the other one I catch and try to put into a cooler but it immediately dies and disintegrates into a meaty blob. I don’t remember if I catch the cat crab or not. Then I pull a line up and there’s a fish on it. The fish was black and probably about 2-3 pounds. I don’t know what kind of fish it is. I am trying to find something to put salt water in so I can keep the fish fresh-I do not want to kill it. I have trouble finding something. I try to fit the fish into a little square container, all the water dumps out, the fish is flopping. I think the fish died anyway because I could not find a container. That’s all I remember of that dream.
7/12/17
Dreamed that I was in New Orleans visiting and flea market and I stumble across a booth that has a bunch of my good friend Lisa’s stuff in it. Except it’s not anything I would want to keep to remember her by-it was just movie and celebrity posters except for one that said “New Orleans World Fair, 1984” and it had a Mardi Gras mask on it. It was mostly green. I decided I might want to buy that one, and I did. But the others were these bizarre pictures of Michael Jackson-he looked not like himself and other things I can’t remember. I remember discussing it with someone and asking why her things were being sold and who was selling them. It made me sad. I assumed it was her ex-husband Peter.
7/13/17
Dreamed that I was sitting on a seat in a full bus going somewhere. It was one of those cheap grey hounds that take you from city to city. When I sat down in the only seat I could find in the very back-I noticed a man lying there. He was dead, and not freshly dead. He was rotting. I try to get a peek at him, but before I can the embalmers show up to take him away. They weren’t using a bag and I remember thinking that parts of him were going to fall off. I remember thinking how unsanitary it was and how no one noticed or cared about that aspect of it. As soon as they picked him up, people on the bus started coughing from the terrible rotting flesh smell. I held my breath and wondered why other people didn’t do that. Everyone just kept breathing it in and gagging and coughing until the bus was nothing but a cacophony of cough/gag sounds. I saw the people walk by with the body and didn’t smell anything but was kind of curious. No one seemed surprised that there was a body, just put off by the smell. I never got a good look at the body.
7/14/17
I dream that I am on some vacation-riding for a long time to get to a beach to go surfing and other beach things. Someone is with me but I can’t remember who. When I get there, I order a plate of food-on the beach. I ask what the specials are and the waiter rattles off some fish I’ve never heard of and I say that was fine and order that. Before I could get my food we are asked to get back on the bus and go on another beach tour but then come back. They said no one should eat my food. There was an annoying couple sitting in front of me the whole time-a man and woman. The man looked like Russel Brand and the woman was really blond, tiny, and tan. When we made our next stop he kept simulating doggy style on her and laughing. I thought it was gross and inappropriate in public. We end up back where I was supposed to go swimming and surfing and I ask for my food and this woman tells me she needs ID. When I pull out ID she says it’s an American ID and she needs more proof about who I am. I said that’s the only ID they issue in America. I had no idea I was in a foreign country. She waffles back and forth, I don’t think I ever get my food. The second part of the dream was someone found a box of photos on the beach and gave them to me-mostly undeveloped photos. I thought they were some strangers box of photos but when I started looked at the negatives and the ones that I could see-they were photos from my recent graduation-and videos. I was in a graduation parade pretending that I knew how to play the drums and everyone was being rode down Washington Square in carriages. Two of the other graduates started to simulate a fight and people were laughing. Some of the photos were from when Jenny and I were dating except I didn’t know where they were taken or what we were doing. And photos from my childhood-there was one when I was sick with pneumonia and I look very very ill. It had the effect of the “live” feature that was on the I phone except it was a printed photo. When I pressed on it-You could see my mouthing something for a second. I looked like death.