Perpetual Thursday Ramblings, Rantings, Nonsense, and Bunk
Dreams
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
On Homeschool ALUMNI (which I am begining to like quite a bit) there is a tread about Dreams. I posted in reply to it, and though I might post my reply here as well, for those interested:
"I used to have two often recurring dreams.
In one I would be playing the old computer game 'Wolfenstein 3D' I wouldn't be playing it at the computer, though. I'd be in the game. I would BE the main charecter. I would, however, be constricted to the movment the game allowed, and was able to see how much health and ammo I had under my vision if I looked. I would go through the level (always the same one), and everything would be just like the game (graphic and sound wise). I would always do very well until I can to a certian corner. Stepping out from behind it I would meet a blue clad general with a shotgun who would shoot me. Then the dream would end. I wouldn't always wake up right away, I'd never scream. He would just shoot and it was over.
Later on this same dream changed and the general bacame a charector from another game, 'Body Count,' one who my friends and I called "Big Shamu." Otherwise, the dream would be the same.
In the other dream I would be running away from a dog in our neighborhood (a real life dog) named Chewy. He would be trying to bite me. (He was a german shepard and had a reputatuion for biting neighborhood kids, so this wasn't surprising in my dream). I would run away from him, down our street, never looking back but always knowing he was there. Eventually I would sort of leave my body and see myself from the side in third person, almost two dimensional. I would run up to a cliff (which did not exist in our neighborhood) and just as Chewy came up behind me, fall off. I would then be back in my body, but instead of falling through the sky, I'd be falling through a perfect cylinder-shaped tunnel whose walls were all made up of a portrait of George Washington in gold frames. Then, eventually, I would see my own bed at the end of the tunnel. It would be unmade, and I would not be in it. I would fall out of the tunnel and land on it. Then the dream would end, and I would wake up (often in the middle of the night) lying face down on my bed with it bouncing slightly, as if I had really landed on it.
I did some checking and found out from my bothers that I do indeed, sometimes sleepwalk.
I don't have these dreams anymore. They just seem to have wen't away."
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