viernes, octubre 19, 2007

My Deepest Fear

Everyone dreams - it's a part of reality. BUT, once in a while, you dream something so real, so terrifying, that it's scary.

Dreams are something people have to deal with. I spent years dreaming of 'dead people' until I realised, they're not really dead.

I don't worry about dreams where I'm falling without control (learned to deal with them) - fuck it, I'm like Neo in The Matrix - "there is no spoon".

I can manage the 'running but never moving forward' stuff, drowning in a lake under ice, blah, blah, blah.

I can cope with the 'falling forever' thing too, in a 'flying in a blue dream' kind of way (extra points for the guitarist)

I can even make dreams go backwards - in a 'rewind' sort of way.

What I don't like is violence. The reason being, it might manifest itself in reality. I don't like what I can be.

"Make cakes not war!"

Chocolate sponges with raspberry filling would be nice :))

And, your favourite freaky dream is ????

16 comentarios:

Tom Joad dijo...

Joe Satriani? Sounds like something he'd do.

All my dreams are odd, and I don't have nightmares. Some pretty freaky stuff goes on, but I'm somehow always aware that I'm dreaming and it's OK.

What *is* freaky is that I sleepwalk once every couple of years ago. Mme Joad caught me rifling the cutlery drawer at 3.00ish one morning. When asked what the buggery I was doing, I replied "I'm going to the shops". I had no recollection in the morning, and from then on, she locks the door - just in case I ever succeed in my mission!

Tom Joad dijo...

Hmm... that should have read "every couple of years". What I wrote makes no sense. As ever.

Stacie dijo...

I don't have a favourite. They all freak me the hell out. Whoever said you can't die in your dreams is full of crap. I've been stabbed, shot, beat, set on fire, shoved out of helicopters, beheaded, run down by cars, raped, mauled by bears, snake bit, drowned, buried alive, blown up, and tortured in more ways than I care to recount. Dreams suck! I wish I never had to sleep.
Stacie

Ani dijo...

I have that same one! Chocolate sponges with raspberry filling, you, me and Mariposa cuddled up and...

Kidding! Of course! As if. ;)

john.g. dijo...

Anything that hasn't got a fucking dead tree in it !!!!!!!!!!

Sewmouse dijo...

When I was very little, I used to be able to fly in my dreams. Swooping around the neighborhood with my hands spread out to the sides like Sally Field in a nun suit. (without the nun suit)

I don't dream that one anymore. The only one left from back then that isn't "drive into the water and drown" is the strangely enjoyable one where I walk around my grandmother's house, and discover a previously unnoticed door - and on the other side is a whole other house with lots and lots more rooms, and an exceptional "Twelve Oakes from Gone With The Wind" staircase.

Peach dijo...

my favourite dreams are where I get to snog people I fancy that in real life I can't for various reasons - it's ace - but it never gets past snogging, although once I dreamt I had sex with Tony Hadley from Spandau Ballet, but I'm not sure why as I didn't particularly like them anyway. And he bought me a vibrator, in the dream, too - I think it was the beginning of my sexual awakening, or something...

SpanishGoth dijo...

Tom -> It is indeed Joe Satriani - did you know he taught Steve Vai to play guitar? But I like the shopping dream

Stacie -> jeez, I thought my dreams were freaky. Eat some chocolate and think happy thoughts

Ani -> steady on Tiger....mmmm raspberries

JG -> I'll buy you a light sabre for christmas

Sewmouse -> Sally Field in a nun's habit? bizarre

Peach -> I was really getting into that dream until you mentioned Spandex and his ballet (but feel free to continue at your leisure/pleasure)

Sewmouse dijo...

Sally Field in a Nun Suit

It was a sitcom from the late 1960's.

SpanishGoth dijo...

And there was me assuming you'd got confused with Julie Andrews....

Scouse Doris dijo...

If dreams reveal your deepest fears the mine must be being forced to take a shower or go to the toilet with a huge and hostile audience.

Mind you last night I dreamt I was on the wrong end of a rifle which was being pointed at my face at point blank. I really thought I was going to die and could smell the end of the 'smoking gun'. I just closed my eyes and breathed deeply to try and calm myself, whilst fervently hoping it wouldn't hurt. However, the guy on the other end of the rifle decided not to kill me and forced me to go to take a shower in public instead.

Don't know what is going on in my subconcious!

Princess of the Universe dijo...

Goth My Love...I nominated you for an award...

kimmyk dijo...

anything involving a tornado.

hate those. fear them as much as someone taking my children.

Daphne Wayne-Bough dijo...

Spoons. I dream of spoons.

SpanishGoth dijo...

Doris -> why would you be worried about taking a shower in public? I can think of many things worse to have to do than that...

Princess -> Thanks - I have posted a message on your blog

Kimmy -> not really encountered a tornado but I can imagine it's not fun

Daphne -> you need to watch The Matrix - "There is no spoon"

Mr Farty dijo...

Since you ask, getting home after a night out with Mrs F. to find that our 12-foot pet crocodile was acting a bit too frisky and excitable. Having to wrestle the beast into submission in the near-total darkness of the living room while she just stood there.

There is no crocodile.