I think I’ve just learned to accept my infrequent posting habits on this site. Can’t help it when it’s this sort of topic, even as this site nears its 5th anniversary…
It’s reaching 7am as I type this now, but it’s been a while since I had a dream unnerving enough to wake me up and remember. When I still had nightmares, sometimes there would be this…atmosphere before it became a nightmare. Everything would go dark, everything would go silent, and I’d almost always be on my own. That’s how the arcade felt.
I had several dreams last night, going slowly from benign to unnerving – unnerving enough to wake me up at half past four in the morning, at least, and so I sit here at half five in the morning, writing away the stress.
You expected Homestuck? Rosetta? Pokemon? Kan Gao? Uhhhhh Darren Korb??? Nope! Splatoon!
(ok so…it’s still video game music and it’s kinda in the same vein as a lot of other stuff I’ve posted, but it’s something new, right? I LOVE Off the Hook. I haven’t actually played Splatoon 2 or Splatoon except Splatoon’s single-player mode though…)
My dreams have been easier to remember but for reasons I won’t go into they have been REALLY irritating me recently. I only remember this one for the blood moon aspect. It was a carefree dream though! I just don’t get why the USA dreams are coming back after I thought I’d seen the last of them. Don’t get me wrong, I like them, but…isn’t there anything else for me to dream about??
Anyway, summer’s here, which I guess doesn’t mean anything for this blog. I just love summer.
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My dream opened early in the afternoon, under a blue almost cloud-free skies, somewhere in a state in central USA. I ambled down a semi-rural trail with a friend, listless, unsure of what to do or where to go.
Naturally, I asked my friend if she had any ideas; like me, she had none in particular, but suggested heading over to a small comics convention 10 to 15 minutes away by car via gravel trail. Happily, I obliged, unsure of what to expect, but nonetheless excited to attend something I knew nothing about, even if my friend was just as unsure. She told me that there would be a blood moon later on in the day, that the convention was only ever held on nights of blood moons – I didn’t think much of it at the time, something that didn’t really change much.
It’s the first dream I’ve had a while. The first dream I remember for an even longer time, and even then, I KNOW I missed out an entire section, because I just don’t remember it. It’s also the first time I went to bed at midnight instead of 3am, so that probably helps. Took me an hour to get to sleep, but still…
Anyway, I always find police officer dreams weird. I’ve never had any interest in weapons or being a police officer, or even just a casual interest – in the waking world, it’s somewhat rare for me to talk about them. I mean, this is only the second I’ve had (after one that was probably more influenced by Brooklyn Nine-Nine than the actual police aspect) but the whole weapons proficiency test thing was pretty weird.
The motorcycle was fun though!
I know it’s been a while. I just hope I can fix my sleeping habits, and not take ages to go to sleep…
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My first memory in this dream begins as a failing police officer in the state of Colorado in the USA; I had failed a weapons proficiency test, I’d left countless errands piling up, and my boss had reminded me multiple times that head office were unhappy with the tasks I’d left undone.
Looking for an easy way out, I tried retaking the proficiency test first.
I failed again, and blamed my “old” equipment. My boss told me my equipment was new, and recently obtained just for this this test. Dejected, I decided to run some of the errands I’d meant to catch up on, but all my coworkers were gone.
I took to the streets of Colorado to clear my head, and my memory as a nameless officer ends now, at least for that particular scene. Continue reading
Yeah, you can probably figure out why it’s taken so long to write another dreamlog…I just can’t remember anything anymore :( It’s funny I’d have a snow dream right before snow though. A cold snap is beginning (again) so we’re probably in for more.
I also did nothing for the 4th anniversary of this blog…I don’t think this blog’s too popular despite how long it’s been going, probably because of its esoteric subject matter and sporadic activity. My most active times have ALWAYS been during Story A Day but I haven’t had the time, which is sad because I’ve gotten so much better at writing since I last did it. It’d be crazy if this blog hits its 5th anniversary, which it probably will. The more time goes by, the more of my old writing I find I dislike – even stuff I used to be proud of is stuff I can barely read, which is both a blessing and a curse. I’ve written better since then, and I’ve been thinking of doing another Story A Day, but that’s in May and I KNOW I won’t be able to do that without hurting myself in the process. I could do it on another month but where’s the fun in that? (Same for 750 Words, that DOES sound fun actually…)
I know I can write, and become even better. But I’ve been growing more and more fatigued over the course of the last few years and I’m not sure how much free energy (and attention) for it at this point. My motivation is mostly driven by whatever emotion drives whatever I’m writing, but that’s pretty erratic too. Oh well. Life isn’t always unforgiving.