Here’s a dream I had recently:
A girl that was partially my wife and partially somebody else got a hold of an incantation that could destroy the world. She pronounced it and world destruction began. My former English teacher uploaded an “antidote” function into my Powershot G3. I tried to execute the function. I kept pressing buttons and scrolling through menus, but could not find it. A popup window (which happened in the air, not on camera’s screen) gave me an ominous warning “World destruction in progress. Now only elementary math functions and the contents of this room remain”. The lens and the electronics of my camera were gone, leaving only a shell with buttons. Even though a bit of time remained, I could no longer access the menus. And that’s when I woke up.
Interesting, this is at least a second dream with a camera that refuses to work.
Saw this dream yesterday morning :
I was walking by Kim Jong Il, who looked rather silly. I really wanted to take a candid picture of him, but did not want to be thrown in jail for that. I saw a Japanese reporter photograph him, and decided to ask for permission. Respected Leader did not want to have his picture taken, but said that I could take a picture of his wife. She started walking through the palace. When passing through a dungeon she was overcome by a pain in her leg. I thought that the ghosts of women killed by her husband were causing her that pain. Finally we made it outside. She sat down on a brick parapet. The Sun and the Moon were in the sky at the same time. Also in the background was the spire of the AIG building. I started to take the picture, but the camera lens fell apart in my hands.
Although, to me the AIG building is the Ace Of Swords, not the Tower.
Most people I know don’t like their sleep to be interrupted. I, on the other hand, as long as I don’t have to get up right this minute, don’t mind being woke up multiple times.
First of all, the actual process of falling asleep after quieting the harsh beep of the alarm clock is a very pleasant experience. Second, I find that a short series of naps is more refreshing than a long “wow, how long was I out” sleep. I also a series of alarms has a much greater chance of waking me up from an REM state. This is the best way to wake up: the brain is already active and the dreams can be easily recalled.
At some point I wanted to make an alarm clock that would detect either eye movements or the brain waves associated with them and wake me up during REM. Understandably, for the lack of time, skills and gumption I never got further than playing with a basic stamp microcontroller and reading EEG newsgroups. I suck.
Anyhoo, this morning, between the infamous 9 minute alarm clock buzzes, I had 2 dreams.
In the first one, came for a visit to America. We went to explore the power station at Brooklyn College. Tema had a really old looking key that opened the gate. As a side note (not a part of the dream): Brooklyn College has some very interesting infrastructure. There are tunnels connecting all buildings, a power plant, a heat plant and a buncha other interesting things. I’ve heard that there is a linear accelerator somewhere. Right. So we explored the area around the power plant a bit, I pointed out Monk parrots to .
Youâ€™d think I went clubbing with in the second dream, but I didnâ€™t. Instead I was still in Brooklyn College. My high school English teacher was giving a lecture standing behind a podium in the middle of the quad. He said: “the time now is [donâ€™t remember] and the temperature is 28 Therms “. I asked him is there is a thermometer on his podium that measures temperature in “Therms” ( I think a Therm is the same thing as BTU). He said that that was the case. For some reason I called him Alex, even though his name is Alan.
Had an interesting recursive dream today. At the very beginning of the dream I realized that I was dreaming. Great, I thought, lets try to do some lucid dreaming. But as soon as I though that, I was kicked out of the dream state. I was desperately trying to fall asleep and get back into that dream, but failed miserably. That’s because the part about me trying to fall asleep – that was also a dream.
This morning I had a short, but unsettling dream. I was searching for the word “Cthulhu” (which I pronounce “k-TU-l-hoo”) in a folio-like dictionary. Could not find it, but found something like “To Cthulhuize”, which had something to do with creation of imaginary worlds.
Holy crap, I hope I am not reading “Necronomicon” in my dreams…
I am riding a subway train. Sitting across from me is an MTA employee with insignia which looks like this, except in gold.
I realize that this is the guy, whose job used to be to sit in a call center and give train directions to callers.
Somebody asks this guy for directions, and the MTA guy shows that person how to get somewhere.
When he is done, I ask him, if he hates giving directions to people after he was promoted to captain (now I realize that I was wrong about his rank, even though MTA personnel does not have ranks). He says that he does not mind, and still likes to help people find their way.
This must mean something, right? Subway, direction, promotion, helping people? Hmmmm.
I need to find some nice books about civil and military insignia.
This reminds me a dream from “Slow Wave” comics, where the light turned blue. I did not do anything to the colors. I don’t know why the traffic light is blue.
I’ve had a dream tonight. On my way to work I typed it up on my Blackberry.
I learn that my grandfather, for his work on the Manhattan project, was given a castle in England. I go there to take a look.
From the outside the castle looks like a bigger version of some of those cute Tudor style houses in Brooklyn. When I go inside, I meet a housekeeper, who tells me that she is very happy, because she was able to rent an apartment in a castle across the street.
Thinking about why she would want to rent an apartment in another castle, I proceed. Now I see why she wanted another apartment: even though it seemed to be made of brick on the outside, on the inside my grandfather’s castle is made of wooden boards. I’ve seen boards like that on the New Yankee Workshop: they are huge, very old and not produced anymore. Furniture makers pay a fortune for them.
I start going up to the second floor when I notice a weird thing: even though every floor is solid, there are no ceilings.
I reach the last floor (third) and enter a room. Surprisingly it has a ceiling. I meet my dad there. I tell him about my doubts about the structural integrity of the castle.
In order to demonstrate me how strong the castle is, he shakes the entire structure. It feels kind of how the Manhattan Bridge sways when huge trucks cross over it, but stronger. Meanwhile, I turn out to be standing over a void in the boards of the floor and almost fall down.
After this demonstration dad tells me that there are ropes connected to the walls of the castle that are tied to a ring in the middle of the house. That ring nexus is what reinforces the building.
Then I had a secondary dream about typing this up in my LiveJournal.