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I dreamed I was watching an experimental film directed by and starring Lord Byron. It started in sepia tones, then turned into a washed-out colour film. This surprised me, because I was certain there were no motion pictures during Lord Byron's lifetime. This notwithstanding, Lord Byron was in a passenger compartment of a locomotive having giving oral sex to a half-sized woman. For some reason, he was doing a yoga shoulder-stand at the moment. It was very acrobatic, and I wondered why he was going through all this trouble to do something so simple. Of course, this was an art flick, though, so then it made more sense to me. When the scene changed, he was carrying her out of the room across his shoulder. The train was quite rough on the tracks, and shuddered a bit, effecting his walking. He set the woman down in a broom closet and went back to his seat.
His hair was long and held back with a black velvet ribbon, and he wore a waistcoat of a lustrous heavy grey cloth. He looked at the scenery rushing past his window and sighed. There were farms and fields and trees and enormous multi-coloured fish. Then I woke up.
His hair was long and held back with a black velvet ribbon, and he wore a waistcoat of a lustrous heavy grey cloth. He looked at the scenery rushing past his window and sighed. There were farms and fields and trees and enormous multi-coloured fish. Then I woke up.
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Date: 2003-12-18 08:14 am (UTC)From:A few nights ago I was Marty (local NPR talkshow host) and I had to just keep talking because the guest for the day was sick, and the phone banks didn't work so nobody could call in with comments, and the sound studio was under renovation so I had to just keep talking into my mic, and trying to find a place that didn't have so much background noise. One floor below was a bolwing alley. Below that was a giant bathroom with toilets contantly flushing. I talked about my research, Halloween customs, and local trash collection issues for almost an hour...this would make or break my career...
Actually, it was a lot of fun.
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Date: 2003-12-18 08:20 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2003-12-18 03:05 pm (UTC)From:I've had weirder dreams, but I would have thought this one would have been more nightmarish for someone who has a terror of public speaking. I kept a dream journal for a long time, my favorite dream being the "Beware of the Richards"....Richard Dryfus and Richard Simmons were hitmen chasing me through weird buildings after I was sole witness to the murder of a bunch of naked hippies. Where did THAT come from?
Interesting.
Date: 2003-12-18 09:33 am (UTC)From:- Was this happening in a passenger car of the train, or do you really mean in the cab of the locomotive itself?
- What is a yoga shoulder-stand? It sounds like a hand-stand but I'm not sure.
Did you notice the juxtaposition of "usage" or objectification in the dream? Consider: at first he seems to be going to an awful lot of effort and trouble to give almost entirely one-way gratification to the woman. It would seem that most of his effort is toward being an object of pleasure for her, yet when the scene changes, he carries her over his shoulder (not a very romantic way to carry a woman with whom one has just been intimate) to a broom closet and puts her away in it, like an object with which he's finished playing. Curious.I notice that, like most people, you write about your dream in the past tense. This is logical, but it puts a distance between yourself and what you dreamt. People who are trying to control or understand what goes on in their dreams use the technique of writing them out in the present tense, as if they were happening right now. I think this technique is recommended because it pulls the dream into the waking consciousness more fully to write of it as if it is happening right now. Writing in the past tense tends to cause your mind to treat the dream as something which may be safely filed away and forgotten. That's an interesting dream.
Re: Interesting.
Date: 2003-12-18 11:47 am (UTC)From:This is a shoulder stand.
I haven't tried writing my dreams down in present sense, but maybe I'll give it a shot, next time. I haven't had any real doozies in a long time. I miss my Jesus the rapist, team of naked blondes, underwater hamster bouquet, pudding muscle, and bingo ball-spitting enormous fat lady dreams. They're a lot of fun!
I rarely try to interpret my dreams. I figure they're just my subconscious's way of keeping me entertained. Sometimes they make me wake up laughing.