record my dreams

I ignore my dreams a lot. I don’t remember my dreams often, but when I do, they usually freak me out because it’s usually a case of deja vu. Last night I had a dream, I remembered it this morning, and certain events happened overnight that as eerily similar to the dream. I remembered thinking this, and feeling weird about it because a life was lost, but now I don’t remember the details of the dream. I’m not sure what this means, that my dreams very often manifest into reality on a regular basis, but I’m going to make an effort to record them ASAP after I wake.

I dream about the craziest most surreal things, I wake up felling as if I’ve spent the whole night doing things.. think i should record those things :D

dream 1) there’s a half man/alligator in my living room.
dream 2)i have a dark brown horse & muck out the stable.
dream 3)my house is haunted.
dream 4)i owned that horse again!

This dream was very bizarre and surreal.

Basically, I was at the top of the Harbour Bridge, alone, no harness or protective gear on. I fell from/was pushed off/jumped off (I don’t know) the Bridge. I thought I would surely die on impact, however, a sheet of glass (or perhaps it was concrete, I can’t be sure) broke my fall. I felt no pain, just numbness. I couldn’t feel my legs and blacked out. I awoke in a hospital, hooked up to an IV and an EKG/heart monitor with friends and family surrounding my bed. My legs were in casts and apparently the femur, tibia and fibula bones in both legs had shattered. I had also sustained head injuries. I slipped in and out of consciousness from then onward. Two days after my admittance, I remember slipping away, drowning in my own mind.
The next time I awoke, I was discharged. I recall returning home and asking my mother what day it was, mistakenly thinking my hospital stay had lasted three or four days at most. In truth, over a month had passed and that ‘slipping away’ was actually me slipping away into a coma. I later learnt from the hospital that I had gone into cardiac arrest whilst in a coma but was revived. I felt like I had lost my sense of direction and time.
There are several gaps and inconsistencies and the lack of flow is evident. What made this dream so surreal was that in the dream itself, I actually woke up. In my dream, I was stunned this vividly authentic experience had merely been a concoction of my mind and imagination. Simply put, I dreamt that I was dreaming all the above.

I dreamt I was in a library that was situated at the top of the Empire State building, (despite my being aware that no such library exists in actuality). The building was constantly swaying from side to side and as I looked out the window, people sensed my anxiety and reassured me that such swaying was normal due to the sheer height of the building. I remained unconvinced. Literally, minutes later, my worst nightmare came true as the building swayed too far to the left for comfort and commenced its descent to the ground. There was no escape and the dissonant screams and cries with the cacophonous noise of the structural fabric tearing frightened me as I approached my imminent death. I awoke before the building hit the ground.
The strange thing is, after waking from this dream, I experienced deja vu. I was very sure I’ve had this dream before, perhaps a year or two ago.

i love singing it took some time

fuck you: I keep dreaming that I am screaming ‘fuck you’ at my mom. In my waking moments, I have become more conscientious about my language and try to live my life without the need for such anger or strong language. Invariably, though, the frustration I feel in my dreams is at Mom not listening to me, which definitely is fed by real life feelings.

the beach: In a dream last night I came home to my house on the beach (definitely not where I actually live) to realize that I had become so used to living there that I did not even look at the ocean that morning as I left. I can’t imagine not taking even a moment in real life to stand in awe-some silence at the sight of it!

I dreamed that I was smoking a cigarette on a train. It may have been a band trip somewhere? but we were taking a train. Then I got in trouble when it started to smell like smoke and two cops came by and told me to put it away. I think that in the dream I knew that what I was doing was disgusting, but I wanted to or had to try it anyway. I woke up mad at myself.

Another dream involved a neighborhood (presumably mine, though it didn’t look like anywhere in real life), and at one point I was walking behind a little girl and a big French poodle. Girl and poodle matched in their poufiness. The dream also involved waking up early, or being woken up early, perhaps by relatives, and then I actually woke up to the sound of my alarm and felt that it was much to early.

Last night I dreamed that I almost got in trouble because a cop found the lid of a keg with my handwriting on it, and what he thought was a bag of pot taped to the underside of it. However, I informed him that not only was I of legal age to possess a keg, but also that the bag in question was, in fact, a teabag.

I didn’t even know who that was until reading Wikipedia. But now I realize that he wrote Lady Chatterley’s Lover, which I added to my “to-read” list last night. Still, weird. It was like a young D.H. Lawrence, and I was either dating him or hardcore flirting with him – in any case, I was following him around some building. I can vaguely picture the setting but not much else…except trying to tell my mother a story about hooking up with JC on a beach. What?! Ah, just remembered another scene: gathered around a big interactive map on the wall…of Asia? India was involved, and some other place – Malaysia, maybe? Details are hazy.