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Squirtings from the Space Goose

Where do dreams come from?

From the subconscious mind, trying to work through the day’s experiences and emotions? From spirits, angels or demons walking among us, attempting to communicate? From humanity’s collective unconscious, yielding ancient symbols and archetypes in new guises? Or from something much more natural, simple and straight forward – like a giant Space Goose, effusing streams of sensory shadow play into our nocturnal minds?

Magical temporal and spatial transportation through technology

dreams Posted on 22 Sep, 2011 06:20PM

To start off, here’s actually a dream I had tonight. It involves revisiting the past via a recording, although I guess it’s more visiting than revisiting since it’s not my past.

I was watching an anime movie on DVD and turned on the commentary track. Suddenly I found myself in the studio of the guys who were recording the commentary, as they were doing it. We were in some kind of vehicle — most like a boat, because it had a lower cabin and an upper area, both small — but driving on a highway. We were driving next to a magnificent landscape; sea and tall craggy cliffs. The weather was gray, the moist wind was blowing in my face.

The guys, I think there were about three of them, spoke English with slight German accents. I’m not sure if they had done the subtitling or the dubbing of the movie. In any case they told me that the days were over when lesser-known animes like this one were being translated. Only the big productions like Miyazaki movies got released to an international audience.

I wondered about the manner of my being there. Was this my strange experience of reliving the commentary track recorded in the past? I spoke with them — remarked that it seemed like they were German (and commented on my own annoying and unintentional habit of mimicking the English accent of those I speak with) — so it seemed they were communicating with me. I also expressed how real everything felt, the wind in my face.

Later in the dream more people were part of the group. I talked with a woman, still trying to figure out whether every utterance was already “recorded” or if I could influence what was being said. I asked her a specific question, an algebra problem; I think it was “what is 40A + 8A?”. She didn’t know, but did repeat part of the question to herself.

The start of something

info Posted on 22 Sep, 2011 06:05PM

Since some of my dreams tend to be weird enough to be interesting, I’ll use this blog to post the ones that are – provided I get around to writing them down as they happen.

I have a few dreams written down, mostly from the past couple of years, and one really long one from 1997 that I still can’t figure out how I remembered in its entirety. I’ll post these dreams first. Newly dreamed dreams I expect will appear here somewhat infrequently.