Showing posts with label dream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dream. Show all posts

Monday, June 8, 2009

Had a dream the other night that I had advanced stages of Glaucoma.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Dream

Last night I had some intense dreams. In one, I grew a new tooth overnight, it was in the middle of my front teeth, so it pushed them apart. But it was slightly behind, growing from the roof of my mouth. It hurt and there was blood everywhere. It felt loose, but I was nervous to mess with it too much. There was blood all over my shirt. I had slept at someone else's house, so I apologized to him in case blood was all over the pillow, though I wasn't sure if there was any. The tooth felt wiggly and, over time, I messed with it until it came out. I held it in between my thumb and forefinger, all bloody. I don't remember what I did with it. I asked the person who's house I was in, if he thought the gap between my teeth would close back up, he reassured me that he thought it would. He looked like David Bowie. His house was huge and there had been a huge house party there the night before, that I had attended. I remember an orgy of sorts and people who looked like they were inside of photographs. I was cleaning up a large room where a lot of people had been. Somehow, the people had obtained fish, one for each person, while at the party. They left the fish laying around. All the fish were dying, because they were out of water. I was going around the room, filling various containers with water and putting one or two fish in each container. Every time I found a container, it was slightly too small and I worried that the fish would die anyway. I barely put any water in the containers and I was rushing to save all the fish. The fish were beautiful, there were puffer fish--that were blue, purple. There were beta fish, gold fish and tiny squids and octopuses. There was even an underwater spider, but I put it in with a small squid and some other fish and the squid and a puffer fish ripped the spiders head off. Though left out for most of the night, as I retrieved all the fish, none of them were dead, even though some of them seemed to be at first. I explained the circumstance to friends and the David-Bowie-Man as they entered the room while I was rushing about saving fishes.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Dreams

I've been reading a book on dreams, it's really beautiful. It explores how different cultures/religions understand and relate to dreams.

I fell asleep and had a bunch of strange dreams. The only one I remember with any clarity, involved, at one point, a man sitting on the back seat of a car, though the car seat was out in the grass on this woman's lawn. He said the one thing he wanted was to not be made a fool of, and then he fell over sideways, car seat and all. Laying there, he said that something had stung him, but sitting on his side was a squirrel with a taser gun. It tasered him again, and again he said something stung him and then he started running. I ran with him, we ran down the street and we started getting stung by horse flies, though they looked like fly-robots, like they were made of metal and were oversized and didn't look really like flies, more like wasps. He was yelling and pushing them away, even though he was saying they were simply regular house flies. I was laughing at him for thinking this, but then getting stung by them. They were landing all over my clothing and I was using a pile of about 30 sheets of paper to push them off my body.

I woke up. The End.