dreams

Peculiar anxiety dream last night.

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Amusing dream last night.

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Being an example. In someone else’s post about writers.

Didn’t you wonder where I’d been?

You’ll also find good, sensical commentary about slush from Ann. You have already heard her story “Hesperia and Glory” on Escape Pod, right? Because it’s awesome. No, really. I speak truth: there is not now, nor has there ever been a well in my basement.

Free advice for writers from my friend Sarah,”Because that two adjectives for every noun thing? It needs to stop. Now.” I’m reminded of it by my adjectives “good” and “sensical” in the previous paragraph. But do note how many nouns went through unadorned, will you?

Have a dream.

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The night before last, I dreamed that I had lost one of my two earrings, and that I was wandering around oblivious to the fact that I was only wearing one earring. When I realized, I looked everywhere for the second, to no avail. Last night I dreamed that I missed a strip on my leg shaving and was wandering around with one ankle-to-knee hairy strip but the rest smooth. Again, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed that while shaving and was looking for a way to remedy it (obviously I was nowhere near a shower and shaving implements).

I can only conclude my subconscious is trying to remind me of something important about myself that’s missing, forgotten, but what?

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Strawberries and Sophia.

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Yeah, I can never remember how many dream entries I’ve done, so I’m starting again at 1.

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Dream stuff in the extended entry.

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Yes, I am trying to push the pity party entry down the page, thanks for asking. For this to work, I’ve dispensed with the extended entry I usually do on dreams. It’s not dream content so much as dream commentary, this time around.

Last night I woke in the middle of the night and had some trouble going back to sleep. This doesn’t happen often, but I do have tricks to get around it. I used the spring unwinding trick (which my husband always makes fun of me for because he thinks it’s ludicrous and silly. Which is probably true. But it works, so what can I say?), except instead of it just being a spring this time, it was a spiral staircase I was following, descending down into sleep.

When my sleep is disrupted and I wake a lot at night, I become aware of a facet of my dreams that I don’t otherwise remember or mention. This is the dream soundtrack. There’s almost always music in my dreams. Actual for real music that I know of and listen to. Last night’s songs were two : the “Boinga” song from the Backyardigans episode I watched with my daughter before going to bed (it’s a good song, Alicia Keys guest sings and she’s smooooove) and “Alice” by the Sisters of Mercy. I can’t remember which was first, but I wonder if my brain was riffing on the “Alice” name when it pulled up both of those particular songs.

I haven’t heard Sisters of Mercy in ages. I will go remedy that right now. That’s bound to cheer me up, right?

“Alice in her party dress
She thanks you kindly
So serene
She needs you like she needs her tranqs
To tell her that the world is clean
To promise her a definition
Tell her where the rain will fall
Tell her where the sun shines bright
And tell her she can have it all
Today”

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