Dreams... not the "I hope to someday tame a hadrosaur and play Polo with giant robot pandas" kind, but the "I had a strange dream the other night where I tamed a hadrosaur and played Polo with these really cool giant robot pandas" kind. I have vivid and bizarre dreams at least once every month or two. Some I remember, some not so much, but I thought I'd share some of them and I'd like to hear about yours, especially if they are detailed and interesting.
Caveats, please...
Please no "I don't dream... ever" posts because that's
such a killjoy.
... and I die a little thinking of the dreamless void that you must suffer through each night.
Please no 'wet dreams'. Seriously, TMI.
Please post your OWN dreams. The telling is never as vivid in third person.
Post away!!
In this dream, I visited my friend who was living in the crumbling round brick chimney of a condemned smelter plant or something. The chimney was all that was left of the building. He was telling me how years earlier he had produced a radio play in which Frankenstein's monster meets Leonard Cohen. Nobody liked it, so the radio station fired him, which is why he was living in a chimney.
I asked to hear it and he was all nervous about it and said the cops would arrest him if they caught him playing it for somebody; apparently it was either 'subversive' or 'offended the sensibilities of the community' or something. I said I would love to hear it and would face the consequences myself. He put the tape on and turned up the stereo and showed me some figures he had made to illustrate the play. They were both crudely cut out of tin, and were attached to the chimney by thick wire wrapped around the outside wall. One was of Leonard Cohen and looked like a child-size paper cutout of a man, but tin instead of paper. The monster was full-size, but was colored black with two red spray-paint splotches for eyes.
As the tape played, I began to realize that his play was simply too ahead of the times when he wrote it, and I thought to myself that people might like it better now that a few years had passed. As I was thinking that, a group of about 5 women in their late twenties to early thirties were walking by on their way to a women's rights meeting, and stopped to listen. They were all wearing athletic t-shirts, 70s-style jogging shorts and sweat bands, but they weren't jogging. They admired my friend's tin cutouts and nodded their heads in agreement with what they heard as the performance played. Eventually they wandered off and my alarm woke me up soon after.
Your turn...
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