With the holidays starting and life generally dulling down, my dreams reflect a similar tendency of being completely uninteresting. Obviously this is an excellent excuse to talk about them.
In fact, these dreams are worse than normal dull dreams. They are actually so dull that, as they happen, my brain is frantically trying to delay me and prevent me from doing anything while it thinks up a new storyline, and it’s really bad at it. Last night’s dream is an excellent example. I don’t remember exactly how it started, but, basically, it was a family meeting of some kind and there was a shortage of something or other so I had to go down to the shop to buy more of the something or other (not that this has ever happened in my life).
So I took my bicycle and went down to the shop, purchased the necessary product and made my way back. Except I couldn’t find the proper house and accidentally cycled in through the backdoor of the supermarket (yes it is becoming less plausible at a frightening rate). Then I had to make my way through the supermarket. This is where my brain lost its way and couldn’t really think of anything original. Rather than either getting me out of the supermarket or conjuring up some fantastical twist in the story, I had to wait because someone had spilled drink on the path and the employees had to mop it up first. And then I had to wait in line and suddenly my bicycle had been replaced with stuff I had to buy. So I actually spent half the dream doing nothing. Thankfully, I woke up then, before even less interesting things started happening.
If Freud were alive, he’d probably be bored to death by now.
You remember your dreams? I find it very hard to remember dreams and when I get a good recollection of a dream, it’s usually because I was awoken in the middle of one.
My “best” dream recently was of me being chased by deadly assassins and it turned out that Eims was one too and gunned the lot of them down. Marvellous stuff.
When I was young I used to have some really bizarre dreams. One was that everybody had a little bonzai plant growing out of their heads, except me that is and I was mocked for being “weird”.
I remember them infrequently. Usually I forget them shortly after waking. In this case I remembered fragments and then when I started thinking about them I could piece more of the dream together. But the opening in this case is incredibly hazy.
I almost never have nightmares, though, and my dreams are incredibly non-violent. Typically the dreams are okay, not terribly interesting, but acceptable enough. But this dream was particularly terrible for basically having me waiting in line for half of it. And while I can’t remember the specifics I do remember that I’ve had some other dreams recently that were staggeringly dull and uneventful.