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.
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.
Korean girl groups aren’t really something I listen to, but this was one of the videos I was shown by someone and I’m fairly sure this was the group performing in my dream, hence why one of the people I was with was so eager to dance.
Yep, you guessed it; I’m STILL having dreams influenced by the festival I went to at the start of this year.
I live a fairly uninteresting life, so you have to give me at least that a festival like that would be the highlight of my year. This year I didn’t go to so many live shows at that festival, but I do remember seeing a really great live band with a friend and dancing until late-ish (my flight home was the following morning, so only around 1:30am). It always feels great to cut loose and just dance until your body can’t take it any more, even if you know you’ll be paying for it for the next week.
Sorry if this seemed kind of snippy. There were other parts of the dream I eventually decided to cut, and it’s fairly late right now, so maybe I’m a bit tired. I don’t write as much as I used to…shame :( I still do have a lot of ideas. I guess I’m going to spend every May from here on wishing I could do Story A Day, but not doing it. Life gets tougher.
I guess I still seem kinda snippy in this post? Sorry, sorry. I can’t help it. I guess I’ll end it here then. Goodnight!
I’m imagining that music not to the dream itself, but maybe to a vlog-style video I’d make about the experience. (I don’t make vlogs, but it fits, right?)
(Also, wow, I’ve been so busy that I forgot I missed this blog’s 3-year anniversary. It’s unbelievable…3 years I’ve been running this? Though usually all it means is that I start disliking more and more of my old work as the definition of “old” work changes…I guess I don’t have a lot of time to relax and write any more)
So, yeah, it’s been an almost solid month of dreams about a festival I went to for a few days. I always have con dreams for a week or two after a convention but I’ve never had recurring dreams this frequently, nor for this long. Usually the ones I do have are scattered apart. Who knew even dreams about good things could be exhausting?
I’m out of money after the festival, though…spent around £1500 for the whole thing, and the dollar-pound exchange rate is somehow still awful right now, not to mention that for some reason, there I didn’t find a single place in DC, Maryland or Virginia that wasn’t more than happy to rip me off for prices that would warrant refusing to buy anything and walking out anywhere else ($6 for toothpaste and $3.50 for a bottle of water? Seriously?)
And sorry if I don’t post much. To post I have to A) actually have a dream worth writing down and B) enough time in the day to write it down and C) a time in the day to write it that’s early enough that I don’t forget to write it down. But this blog is nowhere near dead, so don’t worry!
Again, sorry for the inactivity. I did say I’d be gone a while but I’m still busy and I didn’t expect to be this busy. I’ve had a few interesting dreams but I haven’t had time to write them down and so have forgotten them all. Oops. I was on holiday two weeks ago in the USA and it’s really taken it out of me, though I did experience snow there! Funny enough, the same snowfall that followed me home, but did not settle at all. As usual. It’s cold here anyway though, and it’s not very pleasant.
I’m glad to have a dream about coming home at my own pace. All the dreams about coming home before this involve me being in a big rush to get home, stuff like almost missing the train and going the wrong way. My current kind-of nightmare is coming home from holiday or going to the airport and forgetting absolutely everything including my luggage and passport, so this dream was a welcome break from that. The feeling of coming home after what even just feels like a long time is always the best, even in dreams.
So finally, I remember something. The rust pool (I can’t help but call it that now) as well as the fall into it left quite an impression on me, as well as the gold/dark fuchsia city. I would have remembered more of it had I written this right away, but I didn’t have the time for that in the morning.
The train explosion was really unexpected too. I’m surprised that didn’t have more of an impact on me…
Anyway, I’m glad I remembered something at least. (Or had an interesting dream? Hmm…)
Whoops, might have to issue a warning for possible existential dread on that one.
I just had to make this another one from Hotline Miami 2. It had a nightclub level. How could I not?
It’s already getting kind of difficult to keep up, to be honest…I’ve been fatigued 24/7 for more months than I can remember and I barely have the energy to get things done. I do get things done though, and I guess that’s what matters. (Most things get done anyway. There’s one really long form I have that I’ve been dreading filling out for a while.)
I can’t really think of much to say again. Guess I’m just as tired as I was yesterday. Sorry again.