Another very personal subject close to my heart. Being published on the Internet. Oh well, it's not like I have a world-beating readership, is it? Haha... Read on, if you like.
Dearest reader, I have chosen to discuss my habit of dreaming. I dream almost every night, and therefore feel as if I have quite a handle on it. Obviously confident enough to tell you about it anyway. My dreaming is linked to the ever-deepening chasm of Synaesthesia that I face, which I will discuss for 40 marks herein. I think it might help explain my crazy ways, but then again it might not as well. Who knows! This could be fun.
Every time's pot luck, inasmuch as I could dream about anything, anyone, anywhere in any way. How exciting. There is no episodic content (so far), and I can't remember having any recurring dreams either, but just because I can't remember doesn't mean they haven't happened. 20 and a half years is a long time, so sue me for not being able to remember everything. A-hem. This said, the content of my dreams are usually on the 'every day' side of perception; I never have special powers, I'm not The Batman, I don't have High Tea with Optimus Prime &c &c (but boy would I like High Tea with Optimus Prime). The people I see in my dreams are the people I see on a regular basis. So I probably dream about you all the time, but not in a creepy way. It's just that you're there when I'm awake and pretending to be a functioning human being, so it's natural that I think about you and that my subconscious puts you there in my head while I sleep (don't get freaked out, I'll keep digging). This because I often dream in complete sensory immersion.
I mean, think about it. It is crazy. I'm closing my eyes and then seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting and feeling just like I do when I'm awake. I'm not aware of the fact that I'm dreaming when I'm dreaming, but come round to it shortly after reawakening into this cold and unforgiving plane of existence we call reality, usually because I start to forget the things that aren't details. Sometimes the situations are unreal though, you know? There's nothing 'wrong', the sky is still cerulean, cars are still on the left hand side of the road and public transport is still rubbish. It's just that I'll see people who don't 'belong', you know? Like I'll go to HQ and say, Julian of Norwich will be behind the bar, or something. Completely believable while I'm snoozing but a little questionable in the light of day. Perhaps it means I miss them? Or some deeper symbolism at work? What is HQ? Why is such and such a person who I met in Norfolk in my local? What does it mean really? I try not to worry too much about it actually, but I certainly see what my horoscope has to say as well. Perhaps the planets and stars have a hand in it, I don't know.
It gets better. These big immersive episodes aren't always on the menu. The usual fare consist of about three of my so-called senses in operation, usually (but not always) sight with its cycling line up of wingmen. This is where the other type of magic happens. More often in third person, I distinctly remember one dream, as an outside observer walking through countryside with one particular Norfolk resident being able to smell...everything. It had recently rained (in my head), and I remember that we were talking, but I can't actually recall any detail. Sometimes all I can 'see' are colours, specifically colours that react to sounds, like music or someone talking to me (in my head) &c &c. I'm not unnerved by this anymore. I mean, far be it for me to lose sleep over it! (Boo)
Funny things crack off while I'm asleep, no doubt. I usually discard most of what happens almost immediately on waking. If I'm traveling, it's usually not important so I don't hold on to it. If I go to a public place that's usually full of people I don't know, saaaaaaaay HQ, I'll put a load of people I don't know in the dream and not pay any attention to them. Just that I'm there and it's always full of unfamiliar locals so my subconscious fills in the gaps for me. Until I dream about going there and it's empty. AND WHAT WILL HAPPEN THEN?!? You get the picture. Mostly there's one person who's important to the story, and whatever happens happens around them. I try to remember as much as I can. In or out of character, there must be something important or my subconscious wouldn't bring them into the focus like that. And so on. I feel their touch, and see the shine in their eyes. If we're firing on all cylinders I'll wake up and wonder if they really own that perfume or I did just make it up. Standard, no?
Enough's enough though. Time to stop boring you with this drivel. Keep tuning in, because there'll be more stuff up soon. I've kind of been taking a holiday from most of the Internet the past few weeks. I was trying to arrange a trip to Norwich, but insufficient funds and a lack of anywhere to stay put the kibosh on that one. I haven't been on my Facebook for ages now, and I shall probably just pop on to post the link for this and then not even stop to check; I can't really be bothered at the moment. I'm operating out of my twitter though, and I'm always on call (haha). I'm on the path to recovery, especially after a very harrowing time of my month (more on that story later), so we'll see how it goes. Who knows where it could lead, eh? (Probable disaster). Time for bed.
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