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Dreams and Life
19/7/01 20:23I read Arc's livejournal post about some seriously wierd (read: great) dreams he's been having lately, and feel jealous.
I don't know whether it's because I've been staying up too late again, or waking up too early, or too stressed out during the daytime, but I haven't been remembering my dreams correctly anymore for a long time.
I'll remember little bits of them at the strangest times, or I'll remember what I think are bits of them and they'll really be only bits of dreams I'd already had.
The last great dream I had and remembered was about a month ago - it involved some kind of elf, one of those noble Tolkien types, who was playing music.
Now, this is one thing I do like about my dreams - whenever there's music being featured, I can hear it. In the dream. And it's always GREAT. I mean, radio-hit worthy. There was a song that went along with the elf-guy, I got the sense that it was some kind of ballad. I couldn't remember the words, but immediately after waking, rushed downstairs to the piano and began to plink out the opening notes of the song. It's not much, but there's potential there for a song of some sort.
And before you tell me it was my radio-alarm, or my parent's, or my sister's, when I woke up there was still no-one's radio on. No one's. Man, I love my music dreams.
I just finished reading the unabridged version of George MacDonald's classic fairy tale, "The Princess and the Goblin." Wonderful stuff, especially since the reprinted version I'd borrowed had reproductions of all the color illustrations in the original thing, published in 1894 or something. It was even better than its sequel, "The Princess and Curdie," which has been one of my favorite books for years. It's full of such images that I'm sure to have great dreams tonight - I seem to be very influenced by whatever I last read before I go to sleep, and have visual dreams most often. Here's hoping I'll remember it.
I don't know whether it's because I've been staying up too late again, or waking up too early, or too stressed out during the daytime, but I haven't been remembering my dreams correctly anymore for a long time.
I'll remember little bits of them at the strangest times, or I'll remember what I think are bits of them and they'll really be only bits of dreams I'd already had.
The last great dream I had and remembered was about a month ago - it involved some kind of elf, one of those noble Tolkien types, who was playing music.
Now, this is one thing I do like about my dreams - whenever there's music being featured, I can hear it. In the dream. And it's always GREAT. I mean, radio-hit worthy. There was a song that went along with the elf-guy, I got the sense that it was some kind of ballad. I couldn't remember the words, but immediately after waking, rushed downstairs to the piano and began to plink out the opening notes of the song. It's not much, but there's potential there for a song of some sort.
And before you tell me it was my radio-alarm, or my parent's, or my sister's, when I woke up there was still no-one's radio on. No one's. Man, I love my music dreams.
I just finished reading the unabridged version of George MacDonald's classic fairy tale, "The Princess and the Goblin." Wonderful stuff, especially since the reprinted version I'd borrowed had reproductions of all the color illustrations in the original thing, published in 1894 or something. It was even better than its sequel, "The Princess and Curdie," which has been one of my favorite books for years. It's full of such images that I'm sure to have great dreams tonight - I seem to be very influenced by whatever I last read before I go to sleep, and have visual dreams most often. Here's hoping I'll remember it.
