In the dark I thought I heard somebody call

Today's Deeply Meaningful dream:

Gerard Way talking about how he wasn't allowed on the hyperspace ship to Mars because he was on a no-fly list on account of not having a work ethic.

So, that's the first time I can actually say concretely that hey, my dream appears to be based totally* on what I del.icio.us'ed over the past few days.

*Well, except for the 'totally random people are getting put onto the no-fly list because of incredibly dumb reasons' article, which I didn't bookmark.

Also, this morning I coughed up blood when I brushed my teeth! Being sick: not for me.

And I got a cover of "Sugar, We're Going Down" as played by a string quartet. There's apparently a whole "Tribute to Fall Out Boy" album. That's so cool.

My subconcious is so much more creative than my concious.

So I have to work tonight (in fourty-five minutes for now, realtime, actually) and I decide to go to sleep early, so I'll have like eleven hours of sleep and so I don't have to worry about my alarm exploding all over my brain.

I sleep for three hours, wake up, stay up for three hours. gg me. At this point I get on AIM to share the news about scientists finding an Earth-like extrasolar planet (seriously, why is everyone not freaking out about this?) and end up, as previously mentioned, staying up for three hours.

So I ended up getting something like five nonconsecutive hours of sleep. This always happens when I try to get, like, thirteen hours of sleep.

But I woke up from a dream about video games with a nice idea.

Okay, the game I was playing was this weird kind of Journey-to-the-West-retelling everyone has heard of. I think the main character was inspired by the Goku character from Elf Only Inn. yeah. And there was some other Goku character too, one with an actual monkey face (and a lot of bishounen angst, which is a hilarious juxtoposition), and blahblahblah. The second party member you get (Goku-monkey was the third) was some nondescript girl character, I dunno.

But anyway, one of the areas you keep traveling through ingame was this big clearing. Really really tall redwood-style trees made up the 'wall' around the area, and knotted roots and whatnot made height-differentials in the floor, etc etc. It's big and peaceful and (most importantly) the room extneds way above your heads, but there's no way to get up there.

Enter SPIRIT WORLD VISION. Apparently it's activated by touching a mushroom? Nice implications there, brain. But the big peaceful clearing turns into a gigantic spiritual chaos. Lots of weird armored ghosts with flamethrowers (than can totally 1hk your dude!) and weird mice with glowing eyes. But also: there are these weird baloon things. You touch one, your character grabs on and you go shooting up in the air, with different colours being different heights reached. There is, of course, some complicated path up to the top but I kept missing the first jump and then getting killed by the flamethrower ghosts. And you want to get to the top because there were... medallions? Rare collectable items, I guess, that had some use.

It seems like a nice mechanic. SPIRIT WORLD VISION. yeah.

ANALYSE MY DREAM WHILE I WORK.

(not spellchecked because that 'fourty-five minutes' has turned into 'half-hour' and oh god still not ready)

This is another day in which I wake up having a story mostly put together in my head. This is unsettling. At least this one doesn't require any drawing.

Maybe I should elaborate. Back in Ashland, and really for several years before that, almost every dream I had involved exploring. They were, for the most part, dreams in which there was no plot or characters or setting, just me looking around inside weird buildings (concrete monoliths, dusty barns, mansions, etc) with no other point.

I really liked them.

Recently, I moved. I don't remember anything specific about my dreams after having moved to the Twin Cities but before having gotten my horrible job, but I do think I stopped remembering my dreams.

Of course, after I got my horrible job I just kind of... stopped getting enough sleep. So that was bad. But recently I've been getting more, and each time I remember my dream it's a story now: last time it was this bizarre tale about demons and angels (which I am going to have to elaborate about in a later post, I guess-- and in case you're wondering, this is what that last post was about. I tried out that whole "mysterous post that makes no sense except to the author" deal, but I'm really bad at it and it's stupid anyway, so), this time it was a weird romance.

I'm not quite sure what this means, or even if it means anything, but it's a nice change from not remembering my dreams at all-- I can safely say that the most disturbing thing about getting a job was the lack of all dreams.