(I feel like I’m being repetitive by choosing Rosetta, but…it turns out it’s been over two years since I last used their tracks. I still love Wake/Lift, so I choose this one. I’m listening to (Temet Nosce) from the same album on my fifth repeat as I type this. It’s so relaxing…on another note, no, it isn’t meant to be an Ocarina of Time/Majora’s Mask reference, really, but it can be one if you want.)
I have to say, for only two hours of sleeping to try and recover from illness, that left a mark on me. The third dream was the most real that a dream’s ever felt to me, from the photo-taking right down to the way I remember myself speaking. It makes me feel kinda wistful that I don’t really have any person to go on summer adventures with right now. I don’t want to feel like I’m wasting the summer, but then again, we’ve had nothing but rain for the last week or two. It’s also been a while since I ended a dream by realising I was in a dream. I remember when I was younger, realising I was in a dream would make the dream turn into a nightmare, so I learned to stop doing that…I’m seriously sad that hub/centre doesn’t exist though, since it seemed like such a cool idea. Oh well…
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This morning, I woke up feeling very ill. There didn’t seem to be much else to do but wait for recovery, and so I slept.
In my first dream, I was on holiday in the summertime, staying in a bedroom on the top floor of someone’s two-storey house on the borders of a town at the countryside. The grey sky cast a layer of shadow over the house, and the rain fell lightly outside. I briefly looked out the window, and saw a small park on the ground level, a road outside the house leading both left or right, and rolling hills occasionally interrupted by lines of trees all the way to the horizon.
I was preoccupied with the room itself; I had been here before, in my childhood. It seemed more like I’d grown up here than visited – there were photos of me with people I didn’t recognise framed in the room, and scattered across the floor were items I got a familiar feeling from, ones I remembered from my childhood. I remembered everything from my childhood, and eventually came onto the subject of other dreams. I realised that I was in a dream, thus ending the dream. Continue reading
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.