Normally I don't care much for dreams simply because I have poor recollection of them. Here I present two distinct dreams. The first was a recent dream this morning. It was an unorganized sequence of events, but yet extremely vivid and unusual. As pointless it might sound, the sequence of events were relatively similar to the delirium invoked by the nightshades plants of the Solanaceae genus. There were several similarities which were presented in a similar manner as the deliriousness presented from Scopolamine and Atropine (and similar analogues which pass the blood-brain barrier).
The similarities were:
1: An angel figure manifested in human form which was communicating directly with me and their words seemed to be that of divinity
2: In some events which contained a physical action my performance was extremely poor and I kept on forgetting what I was doing, and why; objects would appear, and disappear, it would fall into the ground and drag me down with it, and do this continuously (a common event in a majority of my dreams).
3: The scenery changed repeatedly. From one location to the next, and back and fourth.
The second dream happened some time ago, about a month ago I believe. I remember that I was attempting to take a nap when I was in the peak of a long, difficult period of insomnia. I had lay down on the couch in the middle of the afternoon and closed my eyes. I was at threshold unconscious when my pet cat kept meowing very loudly. So not only was I in 2nd stage sleep, there was constant noise which, of course is ignorable for my brain to process.
Anyway, onto the point.
The first dream (the one from today) I have no recollection of the order of the sequences but I will present the 2 halves which structured the dream.
The first, I was bowling. I was in the local bowling ally, which I have only been to twice in my life. I remember trying to shoot the bowling ball down the lanes, but every time I picked the bowling ball up I would put my hand in the wrong position. Like I would put my hand in backwards, or put the wrong fingers in the wrong holes; this kept on happening over, and over again, continuously. Sometimes in the middle of the cycle of constantly failing to hold the ball properly, I would drop the ball and it would fall and sink into the ground, and somehow end up with me failing to put my fingers in the holes again. Finally, I said "fuck it" and threw the ball down the lane. Of course, I missed by a longshot. What happened after I threw the ball? I find myself struggling to hold the same ball again!
The second sequence of the first dream: Suddenly the world around me changes into a meadow, a nice, lush green meadow. Possibly, and it reminds me of an open space at a provincial park that my father and I had gone camping at a few times in my childhood. In this location, I was looking up at a female figure with braided hair; she was a girl who I had known for a very seldom period named Amber. I had only talked to her maybe two-four times in my life, but each conversation was deep and meaningful (i will not elaborate in this blog). However, this was not what Amber actually looked like. She actually carried quite a contrary appearance in the dream to what she had looked like in reality. Anyway, she kept talking to me about something, although I cannot remember specifically what she was saying. She did, however begin to talk about her "new found lover" whom she was going to marry. I think she says he was an actor. Amber suddenly disappears, out of thin air; suddenly her lover shows up. He carries no name, and is just a figment of my own unconsciousness (I have never seen, or met this man in reality). He is a good looking man, he has glasses, a strong face and body, and he wears a red shirt. The point of view I'm is lying down and looking up at him. He has a white light surrounding him. He was telling me words which were very important, but I was in such awe that I couldn't understand what he was saying. He was a God in my eyes.
Suddenly, I wake up.
The second dream:
I was running through the woods, my laptop under one arm, my cat under the other. I had kept running downhill in great excitement and deep anticipation, as if when I had arrived in the bottom there would be some significant reward for me. When I had finally arrived at the bottom I was standing on a deserted, misty road, and on left and right sides there were houses which were on top of little hills right by the road. I remember my cat had fallen out of my arm and I kept thinking 'where the fuck is he? He was right here, don't tell me he's gone!' and I was fretting to find him. I look up and I notice him standing on a ledge (like a plank of some sort) looking into the distance. I pick him up and place him under my arm. By the time he's under my arm, I notice my laptop is missing too. I then say 'where the fuck did it go?' and it suddenly returns to me (Just a note: if anyone has read stories on Datura, a recurring event is people smoking cigarettes and then they just suddenly dissapear; it was very much like that, a truly frustrating feeling). With both my cat and laptop under my arm, I notice I'm lost but I look up and see a street sign saying "Pharmacy". I walk up to one of the houses and say 'could you please help me find Pharmacy and Mcnicoll?' (for those of you who live in Toronto, I'm sure you know where that is). A guy sitting on a chair looked at me and said something in a foreign language. I proceeded to keep walking. Soon thereafter, I ended up at a large stadium, and my friend Matt called out to me. I looked over and responded 'I know where the fuck I'm going, I really don't need your help'. His mother looked at me with shark eyes and just nodded her head, and by this point, I noticed my fucking cat was missing again. So I walk to the stadium (which was full of people) and say 'have any of you guys seen my cat?'. Of course, just as I say this my cat returns once again. I then said 'Do any of you know where Pharmacy and Mcnicoll is?'. Matt's sister shook her head 'no'. A Blonde lady, right on the second row right in front of me tapped her husband on the shoulder (a biker lookin' fella), but he was asleep, head down, snoring and drooling. She kept saying 'sweetie, sweetie' and eventually he wakes up. Just as her Man is about to say something, I wake up.
The similarities were:
1: An angel figure manifested in human form which was communicating directly with me and their words seemed to be that of divinity
2: In some events which contained a physical action my performance was extremely poor and I kept on forgetting what I was doing, and why; objects would appear, and disappear, it would fall into the ground and drag me down with it, and do this continuously (a common event in a majority of my dreams).
3: The scenery changed repeatedly. From one location to the next, and back and fourth.
The second dream happened some time ago, about a month ago I believe. I remember that I was attempting to take a nap when I was in the peak of a long, difficult period of insomnia. I had lay down on the couch in the middle of the afternoon and closed my eyes. I was at threshold unconscious when my pet cat kept meowing very loudly. So not only was I in 2nd stage sleep, there was constant noise which, of course is ignorable for my brain to process.
Anyway, onto the point.
The first dream (the one from today) I have no recollection of the order of the sequences but I will present the 2 halves which structured the dream.
The first, I was bowling. I was in the local bowling ally, which I have only been to twice in my life. I remember trying to shoot the bowling ball down the lanes, but every time I picked the bowling ball up I would put my hand in the wrong position. Like I would put my hand in backwards, or put the wrong fingers in the wrong holes; this kept on happening over, and over again, continuously. Sometimes in the middle of the cycle of constantly failing to hold the ball properly, I would drop the ball and it would fall and sink into the ground, and somehow end up with me failing to put my fingers in the holes again. Finally, I said "fuck it" and threw the ball down the lane. Of course, I missed by a longshot. What happened after I threw the ball? I find myself struggling to hold the same ball again!
The second sequence of the first dream: Suddenly the world around me changes into a meadow, a nice, lush green meadow. Possibly, and it reminds me of an open space at a provincial park that my father and I had gone camping at a few times in my childhood. In this location, I was looking up at a female figure with braided hair; she was a girl who I had known for a very seldom period named Amber. I had only talked to her maybe two-four times in my life, but each conversation was deep and meaningful (i will not elaborate in this blog). However, this was not what Amber actually looked like. She actually carried quite a contrary appearance in the dream to what she had looked like in reality. Anyway, she kept talking to me about something, although I cannot remember specifically what she was saying. She did, however begin to talk about her "new found lover" whom she was going to marry. I think she says he was an actor. Amber suddenly disappears, out of thin air; suddenly her lover shows up. He carries no name, and is just a figment of my own unconsciousness (I have never seen, or met this man in reality). He is a good looking man, he has glasses, a strong face and body, and he wears a red shirt. The point of view I'm is lying down and looking up at him. He has a white light surrounding him. He was telling me words which were very important, but I was in such awe that I couldn't understand what he was saying. He was a God in my eyes.
Suddenly, I wake up.
The second dream:
I was running through the woods, my laptop under one arm, my cat under the other. I had kept running downhill in great excitement and deep anticipation, as if when I had arrived in the bottom there would be some significant reward for me. When I had finally arrived at the bottom I was standing on a deserted, misty road, and on left and right sides there were houses which were on top of little hills right by the road. I remember my cat had fallen out of my arm and I kept thinking 'where the fuck is he? He was right here, don't tell me he's gone!' and I was fretting to find him. I look up and I notice him standing on a ledge (like a plank of some sort) looking into the distance. I pick him up and place him under my arm. By the time he's under my arm, I notice my laptop is missing too. I then say 'where the fuck did it go?' and it suddenly returns to me (Just a note: if anyone has read stories on Datura, a recurring event is people smoking cigarettes and then they just suddenly dissapear; it was very much like that, a truly frustrating feeling). With both my cat and laptop under my arm, I notice I'm lost but I look up and see a street sign saying "Pharmacy". I walk up to one of the houses and say 'could you please help me find Pharmacy and Mcnicoll?' (for those of you who live in Toronto, I'm sure you know where that is). A guy sitting on a chair looked at me and said something in a foreign language. I proceeded to keep walking. Soon thereafter, I ended up at a large stadium, and my friend Matt called out to me. I looked over and responded 'I know where the fuck I'm going, I really don't need your help'. His mother looked at me with shark eyes and just nodded her head, and by this point, I noticed my fucking cat was missing again. So I walk to the stadium (which was full of people) and say 'have any of you guys seen my cat?'. Of course, just as I say this my cat returns once again. I then said 'Do any of you know where Pharmacy and Mcnicoll is?'. Matt's sister shook her head 'no'. A Blonde lady, right on the second row right in front of me tapped her husband on the shoulder (a biker lookin' fella), but he was asleep, head down, snoring and drooling. She kept saying 'sweetie, sweetie' and eventually he wakes up. Just as her Man is about to say something, I wake up.