Monday, February 26, 2007
I attempted to record a dream/nightmare I had two nights ago in the form of drawings. Click below to get a glimpse of Paul's typical nighttime experience!
Labels: apocalypse, art, drawing, dream
Monday, December 18, 2006
Last night I had a dream. I think it was the closest thing to a lucid dream that I've ever had.
I was outside in a city, and everything was being lit up brightly as if there were 3 strikes of lightning a second. Eventually it faded out in such a way that everything around me just became permanently bright. I found myself in a kitchen, mostly white, working beside my mother. She was preparing a meal or something, and I was heating up water in a small saucepan. At that point I started becoming more or less aware that I was in a dream, I think partly because I knew that if I was beside my mother, this couldn't be real. I was feeling kind of faint, much like I felt in a related dream (which I'll describe below). I hugged my mother, and to my horror she let out a high-pitched demonic laugh and kept chopping vegetables as if nothing had happened. That was enough to freak me out and force myself to wake up, which I did by shutting my eyes tightly. When I opened them again, I was awake in my bed.
The sensation I had when I was "lucid" - feeling somewhat faint or tired, and everything looking bright - closely resembled how I felt in another dream I had a couple weeks ago. I was at a barbecue at an intentional community, which was perched on the side of a vast valley. I wasn't really aware of how I had gotten there, but I had a dim recollection of having been driven there in a car during a rainstorm. At this barbecue it was sunny and springlike. I saw some old high school colleagues there playing games. Again I was feeling out of sorts - tired and wobbly. I walked towards the side of the mountain so that I could see the valley below. It was filled with deciduous trees that were just starting to grow bright green leaves, and yellow wildflowers. At my feet were miniature silla in full bloom. The sky was a bright sky blue. I remember the colours vividly. (Whoever said it's only possible to dream in black-and-white was retarded.) I felt uneasy standing there as I was on the edge of a cliff, and I clung onto a white picket fence behind me. I made my way towards a white house, and I went inside. It was old, wooden and all painted white. The discomfort of feeling so faint, for no reason that I could muster (I didn't consider that maybe it was because I was asleep), caused me to shut my eyes tightly, after which point I woke up.
I'm looking forward to more dreams like this. I'm going to try not to freak out next time.
I was outside in a city, and everything was being lit up brightly as if there were 3 strikes of lightning a second. Eventually it faded out in such a way that everything around me just became permanently bright. I found myself in a kitchen, mostly white, working beside my mother. She was preparing a meal or something, and I was heating up water in a small saucepan. At that point I started becoming more or less aware that I was in a dream, I think partly because I knew that if I was beside my mother, this couldn't be real. I was feeling kind of faint, much like I felt in a related dream (which I'll describe below). I hugged my mother, and to my horror she let out a high-pitched demonic laugh and kept chopping vegetables as if nothing had happened. That was enough to freak me out and force myself to wake up, which I did by shutting my eyes tightly. When I opened them again, I was awake in my bed.
The sensation I had when I was "lucid" - feeling somewhat faint or tired, and everything looking bright - closely resembled how I felt in another dream I had a couple weeks ago. I was at a barbecue at an intentional community, which was perched on the side of a vast valley. I wasn't really aware of how I had gotten there, but I had a dim recollection of having been driven there in a car during a rainstorm. At this barbecue it was sunny and springlike. I saw some old high school colleagues there playing games. Again I was feeling out of sorts - tired and wobbly. I walked towards the side of the mountain so that I could see the valley below. It was filled with deciduous trees that were just starting to grow bright green leaves, and yellow wildflowers. At my feet were miniature silla in full bloom. The sky was a bright sky blue. I remember the colours vividly. (Whoever said it's only possible to dream in black-and-white was retarded.) I felt uneasy standing there as I was on the edge of a cliff, and I clung onto a white picket fence behind me. I made my way towards a white house, and I went inside. It was old, wooden and all painted white. The discomfort of feeling so faint, for no reason that I could muster (I didn't consider that maybe it was because I was asleep), caused me to shut my eyes tightly, after which point I woke up.
I'm looking forward to more dreams like this. I'm going to try not to freak out next time.
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