dream_diary User24 I'm going to work, I stop at a new market stall selling things I will buy I buy a necklace (I'm wearing it right now IRL) I go to work I'm going to work, I stop at a new market stall selling things I will buy I buy something new I go to work I'm going to work, I stop at a new market stall selling things I will buy I take Linds with me to see the stall she buys a necklace I go to work I'm going to work, I stop at a new market stall selling things I will buy The woman who owns the stall recocgnises me from my previous visits, and gives me a game of scrabble, already completed, where all the words are MS-DOS commands, and the board is coloured red I ask her how she knew, she smiles I make my way to work but as I'm standing in the bus station, saddam hussein is bombing us, my town is blowing up it's the end of the world I hug a random_stranger because there's no-one else around. The world is ending, ancient Celtic faces in the sky look down with anger, pity and sorrow, they fade in and out of view, warriors, townsmen and women, kings and queens it's raining snakes and thundering, the sky is dark, people are scared and confused I go into a shop, and ask the woman who owns it (the same who owned the market stall) what the faces mean, she's hurried and doesn't see the four faces I saw, the ones that looked powerful and ready to move, the ones that weren't just looking. She hurries me to a river, where my old friend Scott is waiting to take me away from this place, I am told that Linds is following shortly. I plunge into the river and swim behind Scott, the water is black like the sky above, fortified stone walls surround us as we swim away I clamber up the walls after Scott, and looking down at the river, I see it is full of life, fish, lizards, eels, frogs, toads, snails. I know that if I'd seen them before I dived in, I never would have dived. We're on some kind of massive stone plateau, like an ancient fortress, on it, shanties are built, rudimentary facilites are in place, there is a sense that everyone has a purpose. we can see the storms I escaped from a few miles down river, and all around us, I've lost my bag, and my engagement ring in the river, I find Linds and we set about finding somewhere to stay. the view is bleak, but so hopeful, so promising. I think there's more but I can't remember. I don't usually remember my dreams. 030909 ... User24 remembered a big chunk: before the woman hurries me to a river: I'm in the shop with 20 or so others, we've closed the doors and are looking out at the destruction around us, a few people come in to the shop, most are running around in fear with their possesions. I sit back and wait for something to happen, as I sit, I look through the jewellery in the shop, and at the books she has, one catches my eye, and I open it on a section about Pagan festivals; it tells me about samhain, the coming of darkness, the death of summer and light. I always knew, but now I realise that life is made of cycles, small ones like day and night, big ones like summer and winter, and now I realise that there are bigger cycles even than the change of season, that what is happening around us is samhain on a global scale, the transition from day to night is small, from summer to winter bigger, this, bigger still; a reboot of the world. I tell everyone in the shop, they realise it too, I run outside and speak to the faces in the sky, I scream at them that I know what this is, that this is the end of the world, they look at me but do not answer. I return to the shop, and am taken to the river. --- The stone plateau is a place that has been being prepared for this day. 030909 ... User24 comments, additions and opinions welcome 030909 ... nom intriguing delve into your dreamland 24 030909 ... sixteen Interesting indeed. *mundane routine* -- *saddam is bombing my city* heh 030909 ... sixteen I just remembered: i had a dream last night that dafremens wife was actually a man and had gotten a sex change, and I was like "whoa....whoa..." No, I'm being entirely serious. that was part of my dream last night. Effing weird. 030909 ... marked . 040201 ... u24 i hope one day this dream will make sense to me. It is more vididly remembered than any other. 040201 ... u24 faded. 040712 ... u24 gone. 200626 ... in a silent way i've kept one of these for most of my life, though i didn't really get serious about it until 2006. what started as random pages in various notebooks has grown into a word document that's more than six thousand pages long. strange to think that it could have been a lot more substantial if i hadn't gone through some rough periods when my sleep was a mess or the motivation to get down every detail i remembered just wasn't there. still, it's been a fascinating long-range project, even if on any given night the meaningful dreams are outnumbered by strange little movies that make me wonder what my subconscious has been smoking. 200626 ... epitome of incomprehensibility That's impressive. I have smatterings of recalled dream scattered in my journals, in other notebooks - and, yes, on blather. 200626 ... e_o_i Last night I had one about a foodie wanting the "pad" and "thai" in pad thai to be separate. (It just isn't the same if they're mixed together.) Then, as regards mixed together, there are teenagers telling morbid jokes and one of them goes: Q) Why don't they have a Sylvia Plath museum? A) Because you'd have to be extra careful about the showers. ...Like, I understand why. I just don't understand WHY. 200626 ... unhinged i can't remember the last time i woke up remembering a dream well enough to describe it 200628 ... u24 I have that a lot too, unhinged. Few and far between. 200628 ... in a silent way the trick is training your brain to recognize dream information as something important and worth holding onto. it can be quite a bit of work, though ... especially when you start to remember most of what you're dreaming. a bit like unearthing a massive fossil that has no apparent end. 200630 what's it to you? who go blather from