July 31st, 2010 at 10:08 pm
I had a dream that I interacted with characters from Daria. We sat on a couch from my house at a nondescript party and Jane informed me that her name was actually Alessandra. Daria’s real name was something that also started with a D and I sat there wondering if I looked dramatically different from my 2D representation. I got their numbers, learned that “Alessandra” also lived in Glendale, and fantasized about how awesome hanging out with them again was going to be. When I woke up, I realized that Jane was a stand-in for a girl I had met at summer camp (she, too, was a fan of Daria and bonded with me when we decided Jane was the shit) and I became increasingly nostalgic for the friends I had made when I was 13.
Seriously though, fuck social awkwardness and everyone’s apparently inability to follow through.
July 16th, 2010 at 11:56 am
Sensory deprivation
I’m hesitant to post my dreams all the time because I don’t want this to turn into a dream log, but they’ve been interesting lately.
- I gave birth to a kitten over the toilet.
- I was close to being strangled in my car until some parking lot Samaritans saved me.
- I had a conversation with my dog.
- I walked around a hybridized San Francisco / Santa Cruz / Los Angeles.
- A stranger handed me fancy camera equipment on a dark bus.
- I explained to someone in great detail why feminists were the real sexists. (To be fair, this is a [mostly satirical] idea I’ve had for a while. I think I had more fun articulating it in my dream than I ever could IRL though.)
I’m planning to pick up the latest Christopher Moore book today. I also want to see Inception (speaking of dreams) but movie tickets are expensive. My parents saw it as a BAFTA screening last night! Jealous.
July 11th, 2010 at 3:37 pm
Gross dream. (Read more…)
July 8th, 2010 at 3:08 pm
I have stress dreams. They usually occur when I’ve decided to go back to sleep after waking up at crack o’clock. This might be nature’s way of telling me that sleeping in is a bad thing, I don’t know, but what I do know is that stress dreams suck a lot.
I dreamt that I existed within the True Blood universe. Lizzy Caplan was there too (despite not being apart of the cast anymore) and she was still Jason Stackhouse’s girlfriend. I was jealous and upset about this. She eventually disappeared and so did I. Then I was in a car with Michael and we were driving through City Walk (which is physically impossible IRL; you have to park in a lot and take the tram up). I pointed out the Jurassic Park ride (which is actually in Universal Studios) and then explained to Michael how ridiculous my dream was, that I replaced Lizzy Caplan with myself because I was in love with Jason. He seemed to understand completely. We parked somewhere and walked to a picnic bench. A bunch of obnoxious teenage boys were seated there and playing with an elaborate sex toy. Suddenly, I was in a car with Margot and her boyfriend Brendan. We stopped at some sort of venue and separated after I met the EyeCandy staff backstage with bowls of spaghetti. They told me that we were going to Disneyland because we could sneak in for free. I panicked and said that I had to get my backpack and laptop out of Brendan’s car. I kept trying to call Margot and Brendan on my cell phone, but it was really difficult and I kept accidentally calling either my boss or someone from EyeCandy. I received a call from someone “from the internet” and I told them I’d have to get back to them later. Finally, Margot’s sister picked up her phone and told me that I couldn’t get my stuff back. I walked a few steps and was facing her sister in front of the car. I went ahead and opened the trunk despite her attempts to block me so I could get my stuff. I tried calling people back about Disneyland but the names were once again scrambled in my contacts list. And then I woke up in a pool of my own saliva.
I also remember hearing someone explain to me that Amanda Bynes was an asshole for not making any friends in Hollywood since being a Nickelodeon star, but I’m still not 100% sure that was a dream.
June 12th, 2010 at 5:43 pm
I’ve had a little bit too much, much
I’m back home and the weather is relatively atrocious right now! “June gloom” = grey skies and muggy temperatures. It almost looks like it might rain, but I know it won’t as evidenced by my sandals + tank top. AND I am still exhausted from yesterday’s car ride. My sister came to pick me up and we split the drive, but it took us a while since the freeway was really congested. (I felt like I was going CrAzY towards the end!~*~)
I had a dream last night that I left my Nintendo DS and all of its games at a thrift store. Except the store didn’t look like any place I had been to before, it was actually set up similarly to the print sale at UCSC I went to a couple weeks back in that the room was tiny and the rows of tables were surrounded by huge crowds of people. I remember rushing into the building again when I realized what was amiss, running up some stairs, and crying hysterically when I discovered that Tetris DS was missing from my bag. (Tetris DS is one of the most sought after games since it’s been out of print. I received a copy as a gift when it first came out, but my ex-boyfriend lost it at his apartment. He had to buy me a used version for $40. Thankfully I still have the original packaging!) Anyway, I thought the whole thing was bizarre because I haven’t cared about that thing in forever. I would pick it up again, but there are a pile of books I should get through and an ever-increasing Netflix queue. Oh! I’m also totally excited to program my parents’ Tivo to record Treme, True Blood, and Adventure Time. I don’t typically watch a lot of TV if it means I have to suffer commercials ;)
Speaking of my parents, I was talking to them about Lady Gaga today (lol) and my mom mentioned that she received a free CD of hers (“Just Dance” mixes) while she spent some time in Fire Island for work. I’m not sure if this will become some sort of collector’s item, but it’s cool nonetheless! I like that the CD is made to look like a record, since it’s a single.
I’m reunited with my digital camera (I left it at home the last time I visited), so I’ll be sure to post loads more pictures soon. I bought some hilarious 80s sweaters at Goodwill before I departed Santa Cruz that I definitely need to catalogue. 2/3 have shoulder pads.
April 27th, 2010 at 9:02 am
More Pseudo Oneirology
“Jealousy is a social construct, man,” I told my blonde, polyamorous boyfriend. He was wearing a yellow cape and underwear because he had just recently inherited billions of dollars and looks didn’t matter, I guess. The rest of the money went towards a mansion and a party bus, the latter of which we drove with 600 of our friends to a colossal venue. I left him at the entrance as he stood with another woman. He frowned, but I assured him that everything was okay and quoted PJ Harvey. I was going to find our friends within the crowd and grab a seat. A man franticly asked me for a ticket. I told him I didn’t have any left and he whipped his dick out and pissed on me. Startled, I ran to concert security and demanded a new T-shirt. “You have to catch one from a T-shirt gun,” they told me.
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April 20th, 2010 at 8:20 am
Cool story bro
I dreamt of external hard drives last night.
March 26th, 2010 at 11:37 pm
In dreams, I walk with you
There were hundreds of thousands of ants marching along my dorm room’s ceiling, in lines of at least a foot in width. I was vehemently crying and shrieking about my powerlessness in the situation: my inability to stop the ants from coming into my space. A masked individual told me to calm down. He said that the ants would continue their pronounced route and that I need not disrupt it.
A very Los Angeles hipster, who in real life proceeds to trifle with me, led me to a bed of florals, folderol, and feigned interest. In between locks of blonde hair, I spotted a sizable spider crawling upon the window sill. At first, I was amused by the hipster’s obliviousness, but soon became afraid of the spider and told him to dispose of it. He laughed and placed it under glass.
When I was younger, I had countless nightmares about black ladybugs. My backyard was home to beetles that resembled ladybugs because they were spotted, but were far too long and of varying colors to actually be ladybugs. I suppose these impostors influenced said nightmares. However, beetles have been replaced with insects that now disturb me.
That isn’t to say that I don’t like insects. I think insects are fascinating. I often imagine prehistoric insects that are larger than my fat house cat when I’m not daydreaming about the Internet or Christian Bale. I don’t think the insects of my nightmares are metaphors because that would be putting far too much consequence in the clusterfuck that is my nocturnal brain activity. Nevertheless, I like these dreams, and I think dreams are important, be it solely the mere powers of recall.
January 27th, 2010 at 12:16 am
Learned Helplessness
I’m sitting in my psychology section–the one that feels like high school without the collared shirts–and I’m revisiting recent experiences, specifically the ants invading my windowsill and my lack of groceries (my stomach likes to remind me). My TA, with her adorable dimples and fashion faux pas, is talking about anxiety orders as part of a “mini lecture” and cautions against self-diagnosing. I try my best to ignore the fact that her outlining symptoms of a panic attack may induce a panic attack. Dizziness. Increased heart rate. Feeling of being choked.
So I think of you: the irrelevant you. Who the fuck are you? Whom am I speaking to? I’m not supposed to talk to you. You, whom I pass judgement on. You, whom I delineate from them for the sole reason of persuading myself that I’m not self-harming, that the choice to speak to you is not one completely under my control. You, you, you. It’s silly though, thoughts of avoiding a panic attack turn into thoughts of you, thoughts of involuntary reactions that fooled me into thinking we’re close. I sneeze.
These narratives have significance after the fact because of the magic of exaggerated elaboration.
Ineludible stressors? I’m not even sure if i was looking for stasis anymore. After all, stagnation is what I escaped and refused to continue.
Maybe I’m being cryptic because it’s easier to allude to things that probably aren’t there rather than risk unfounded assertions.
It’s late, and I should sleep. I dreamt of comfortable exposure and Laura Harring last night. I jumped into imperfect maps of the United States and I talked to characters with shadows across their faces. I walked through a familiar ally with barn like entrances. It fell apart when I was confronted with a version of myself that I tried to push away, but I guess I should be thankful that I have an opportunity to tackle that in an artificial arena.
March 11th, 2008 at 2:42 pm
Death’s brother, Sleep
I like to write down my dreams in my personal journal so I can remember them more clearly and (sometimes) understand how I must have felt the night before. It’s a habit I’ve been trying to keep up since around July 2007 thanks to the graphic design class I took at Art Center’s Saturday High program for high school students. In our zine project, we were required to include a page recounting a dream we’ve had. Richard Linklater’s Waking Life and Michel Gondry’s The Science of Sleep are also responsible for my interest in my mind’s lunar adventures. When I was younger, I believed that dreams could be a predictor of things to come, but I soon realized that the majority of mine meant hardly anything at all.
Although I can’t recall a single recurring dream I’ve had, many of them share the same obstacles. For one, light is always an aspect I’m unable to control. I’m not exactly a proficient lucid dreamer; however, the few times I’ve reached a conscious state whilst sleeping, turning the lights on or off is something I just can’t do. Running is also an activity I have trouble with; I normally find myself swinging my arms forward to get anywhere. But when it comes to walking, I can easily glide or float over the ground. Surprisingly, my flying dreams are utterly boring. They usually involve wafting over neighborhoods and cities with no specific goal. Nevertheless, I enjoy most of my dreams unless they’re the scary kind that cause me to wake up drenched in sweat :(
“They say that dreams are only real as long as they last. Couldn’t you say the same thing about life?”
Related links: Why do we dream? by Uncommon Knowledge, Dream Recall Techniques, Dreams Quotes