Come on! Let's Negotiate!
For those of you who ain’t in the know, Lucid Dreaming is a state in which you’re dreaming but aware of it. In this condition, you can supposedly exert heretofore unknown control over the reality that is your dreamworld. It sounds like tons of fun, and many psychologists and other Wicked Smart People have agreed with its precepts. So I’m trying it out, y’all. We’ll see. The first step is to write down as many dreams as you can think of when you wake before you do anything else. It is also suggested that you wake up an hour early, write down dreams, and go back to sleep and do it all over again. Once you’ve improved dream-recall, it’s easier to understand the framework of your dreams and potentially realize the truth:
THERE’S NO FUCKING SPOON!
So, regardless of THAT, whatevs-ja. It’s gotten me thinking about dreams, which I think are wicked cool. There are some motifs of my dreams lately that I’ve come to notice.
Dead People: I have dreams a lot of the time with people I know that have died. People’s parents, my grandfathers, my dog. In my dreams, it doesn’t seem strange that these people are there. They’re just characters in the dream like anyone else.
Animals: Lately, there’s a ton of fucking animals all over the place. Many times there will be hurt animals that I have to help, like last night when a puppy in my neighborhood had its tail all bloody and its nose all scratched and I had to get ahold of an emergency vet quick. Or recently some weird interbreeding of a deer and dog but the size of a squirrel was eating something and getting sick and I had to find the poison. I’m pretty sure that this theme has to do with my dog dying recently. But that might be a large assumption. There are plenty of other animals that aren’t sick or hurt, but just everywhere. Last night, as I tried to find a vet, there were like 100 cats all over the place. I think its because I want a cat so bad, or any pet, but I’m not ready for a dog.
Random Celebrities: No one that famous, but a lot of minor celebrities will show up as regular people. Jennifer Aniston, Matt Damon, Julia Roberts, Matthew Perry, Matthew McConaldnagldsgadsgj;alksdg-Ahey. They’ll be in the audience at a wedding or whatever. Strangeness to like the ultimate maximum.
Well, before I go, I’ll leave you with a verbatim transcript of the first dream I had last night which I wrote down, but don’t remember doing so. I also don’t really remember the dream that much. But the description sounds funny, so I wish I did:
“Matthew Perry and Jennifer Esposito are in a bar full of anthromorphic animals, discussing politics.”
THERE’S NO FUCKING SPOON!
So, regardless of THAT, whatevs-ja. It’s gotten me thinking about dreams, which I think are wicked cool. There are some motifs of my dreams lately that I’ve come to notice.
Dead People: I have dreams a lot of the time with people I know that have died. People’s parents, my grandfathers, my dog. In my dreams, it doesn’t seem strange that these people are there. They’re just characters in the dream like anyone else.
Animals: Lately, there’s a ton of fucking animals all over the place. Many times there will be hurt animals that I have to help, like last night when a puppy in my neighborhood had its tail all bloody and its nose all scratched and I had to get ahold of an emergency vet quick. Or recently some weird interbreeding of a deer and dog but the size of a squirrel was eating something and getting sick and I had to find the poison. I’m pretty sure that this theme has to do with my dog dying recently. But that might be a large assumption. There are plenty of other animals that aren’t sick or hurt, but just everywhere. Last night, as I tried to find a vet, there were like 100 cats all over the place. I think its because I want a cat so bad, or any pet, but I’m not ready for a dog.
Random Celebrities: No one that famous, but a lot of minor celebrities will show up as regular people. Jennifer Aniston, Matt Damon, Julia Roberts, Matthew Perry, Matthew McConaldnagldsgadsgj;alksdg-Ahey. They’ll be in the audience at a wedding or whatever. Strangeness to like the ultimate maximum.
Well, before I go, I’ll leave you with a verbatim transcript of the first dream I had last night which I wrote down, but don’t remember doing so. I also don’t really remember the dream that much. But the description sounds funny, so I wish I did:
“Matthew Perry and Jennifer Esposito are in a bar full of anthromorphic animals, discussing politics.”