In the past I've been very fond of the habit of having an afternoon nap.
I tend to dream more lucidly during the day. In fact (without deciding to), though it's rare, I can dream with my eyes open, particularly at such times.
I was skyping with 'candi' as the tiredness announced itself and I began to doze but sounds from her end would jar me.
I'm not sure if it's just me or the exact physiological reasons or what, but I find that as I'm exactly at the point of falling asleep either I am extra sensitive or it's some cosmological thing, whereby a seemingly abrupt sound will jar me awake.
Eventually, I crept off to bed and dreamed of a hundred wonderful things - none of which I remember.
This is slightly unusual for me. I have very good dream recall.
I felt 'iffy' tired then again, last night, approaching midnight and decided to try for sleep.
I must have been 'asleep' when the phone went because it was at five to one and I don't believe I lay there conscious for a full hour.
And, yet, I was in some kind of deep semi-conscious not-quite dream-state (if you get me).
I wasn't 'dreaming', I was playing minecraft while one of my own youtube cover versions played (heh) - it was just a moment; one or two lines of the song, in which I was suspended or was repeating over and over.
It felt similar to being jarred awake at that point of falling asleep fully, but possibly because of the realm of semi-consciousness, I was more roused than abruptly woken by the beep of the text message. I thought it was candi, but it was my mother saying she'd call next day.
As I lay there, people were coming home and making noise and I took it as a sign I should get up.
I played minecraft for a few hours (heh).
I had a few more dreams before getting up just before noon.
One was that the girl I was in love with (not candi, as my 'dream self' had little recollection of my actual life - it was 'me', but none of my 'RL' circumstances) was claiming to renounce her love for me. I knew she was lying for some reason - shame perhaps, although I also doubted myself a little on this point. It was very disconcerting and I awoke feeling a little upset by it.
After I left ('high')school I studied psychoanalysis. Part of the Freudian (and Lacanian) theory was dream interpretation. It's a fascinating subject, and yet, hearing peoples' dreams can be a most boring thing to listen to - I'd rather hear about someone's highly methodical tea-making steps than their dreams. At least that has a practical application to me.
I told candi about the dream and mentioned how it better not be premonitory.
She rightly pointed out that, just as the girl in the dream was not her, the perspective (even if first person) may not have been me.
Indeed, I am inclined to agree - especially since it was clearly not me... I shared only the eyes and ears of this character in the dream, specifically no other particulars (for all I know the character was nothing physically like me. It felt as though 'I' was a male, but even this could be debatable).
Freud could have listened to all of this, puffed on a cigar and scratched his beard, hummed gently and thought to himself "ven iz dis dam session over? I am looking forvard to my cocaine pick-up", but say instead "Zis lady is your mozzer. She left you as a child, ja? You vont her back and ze vay to do zis is to kill ze fozzer. You see ze character you play is ecktually your fozzer and you vish to erase him just as you vish to erase yourself from association of ze dream by your disassociation vis it. Ze session is over, zat vill be forty crowns djvm".
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