So Celeste (and Kingmaker implied) from Beginning of the End comes back, huh? I’m surprised. The stargazing was pretty beautiful if I remember. I don’t get too many chances to stargaze in real life any more, though I’ll always remember the few times I saw a shooting star walking home. The mansion’s technology was running Windows 7 or something similar if I remember, yet the other technologies seemed to be a lot more advanced. It’s a dream I’ve probably had a few times before though, similar ones anyway, so I’m not sure if I have TOO much to say on this one…it had kind of a Southern (USA) touch to it? I liked it myself.
I just hope for more interesting dreams, I guess? I can’t really tell when my lazy days and my busy days will be anymore.
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Last night I dreamt my family ran a mansion in the middle of the countryside near a verdant canyon; we had somewhat of a reputation for hosting a yearly summer ball. We’d just finished updating the computer systems some time late in the afternoon, and I started the dream in the computer suite finalising the updates with some of the mansion’s other technicians. The update went smoothly, and with no problems, and I left the computer suite to take a rest. Continue reading
You can probably tell the standard set of excuses I’m going to use for not being active, so I’ll just dispense with them for now.
The spirit seemed pretty friendly in that dream, so it’s a shame I didn’t see more of them…I’m also disappointed I don’t remember any of the locations, though looking through the window of an office in a train car and seeing the Alps was an amazing sight. The United States will seemingly always be in my dreams, though I have no plans to go back there now. I’ve been thinking of travelling to break the fatigue and ennui that seems to have onset over the last few months, but I don’t really have the money for that, so I might just go on a few big days out across my home country. That’s pretty exciting as well, though.
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Last night I dreamt I was a student at some sort of school, training people to seek out mythical creatures of all kinds; I’d specialised in ghosts and ghost-like beings, and I was given a month to bring back one such being. Most people formed into groups or partnered up with other people; I partnered up with a classmate. We agreed that we wouldn’t look for anything in particular, just that we’d try and bring back whatever we saw. Continue reading
If I remember correctly, I listened to this before I went to bed on the night
Last dreamlog on that festival, I SWEAR it!! This dream had a real “moving on” feel to it. I’m finally over the event, it seems, even if some part of my mind is already making some plans on what to do about the 2018 one.
It definitely felt strange to be in full control again in a dream. For the last year I’ve been mostly totally unaware I was dreaming, even recalling false memories in some of them. I’m not sure if I’ve ever dreamed something that close to an actual memory of mine before, though. The last day of that convention is really something. It feels sad that you’re not going to see everyone for another year (and that’s assuming you’re even going next year) yet also…happy? It’s the last day with everyone for a long time and you know you have to make the best of it. As you can tell, goodbyes and thinking about them is something I’m maybe a little too fixated on. I’m not the best at letting go, but who is?
I’m hoping for some more interesting dreams. I still can’t believe I’ve been running this blog for over 3 years. Maybe I should try to sharpen my writing again? My dreamlog style currently seems to be stuck in an awkward spot between “factual recall” and “story writing”. I’m not too bothered though.
Last night, I had yet another dream about the festival from January, but…it felt very different.
It felt like my current self. I was there, but it didn’t feel like I was really truly there: I was fully aware of the fact that I was dreaming, that every person I was was an illusion, that I wasn’t there; that it had already happened and I was living in a memory. It was over. I’d had the time of my life, and I was really back home, dreaming in my own bed. I was on the other side of the thought running through my head at the time, that some day it would all be a memory. Continue reading
I think I’ve posted that video somewhere else on this blog? My music taste always feels SO limited when I make these posts, but I SWEAR it’s not anywhere near that limited. Counting Youtube + own music library + Soundcloud + other assorted sources, I have about…15,000 tracks? Not a lot of them are stuff that really fit this blog though…too bad :(
I was surprisingly casual about the end of the universe in this dream. I like that. I’d be fine with it if that was how I’d react to it for real. I’m fairly blasé about a lot of things, so I’d hope so…a dream in which the universe is ending and I barely even care? That’s a good feeling. I know that might sound terrible, but it’s preferable to worrying myself to death.
it was a very interesting dream. It feels like Kingmaker was almost certainly named for an event it somehow played a role in, even if it never appeared in the sky. Celeste really did look fantastic though. The summer home was somehow the best part of the dream. It was so cushy…my own home seemed so cold and barren in comparison. I’m just glad to have a memorable dream. When I started this blog, my dreams were interesting enough to warrant even starting this blog, but over time, they’ve been getting less and less interesting…they’re almost 100% “days out” dreams nowadays, which is a shame. I still remember first noticing that I’d been getting less and less “flying” dreams. But I’m okay with it.