Yeah, I haven't posted in a while. Things of note have been happening, but nothing that I'd like to talk about right now. If I have some more time tomorrow I might discuss some actual events.
But, what I would like to talk about is a crazy dream that I had last night. It started off (or at least the part that I can recall did) by entertaining some really old Dutch women, who were supposed to be distant relations, in my Grandmother's house. But for some reason I had two swords, one shorter (and duller) stabbing blade, and a longer kitana-like slicing blade. While I was serving tea and pickled herring.
Then for some reason I stepped outside my Grandmother's old suburban house into the middle of a downtown, where I was being chased by a series of ninja type assailants but who were dressed like East India Company hotshots. An odd dream battle/chase ensued, with scene changes from urban to high-seas to arctic and finally surrendering to a nameless futuristic monarch. At which point I took my stabbing sword and killed the person that brought me in, and then committed seppuku with my other sword. The weird thing was that I could feel the sword going in, but it didn't hurt at all, and I didn't wake up. I could feel time slow as I slid down the sword, feel my life's blood slip out of me, and the cold concrete floor on my cheek as I collapsed.
Then my alarm went off. I'm trying to chalk this dream up as a good thing, as I'm trying to increase my dream recall as a first step toward getting back into lucid dreaming, but the seppuku thing was messed up. And I've been feeling off all day as a result.
So now I'm debating as to whether or not I want to drink before bed so that I won't remember my dreams tonight, or actually try for lucidity. I think that I may have been close last night, but I've been lax with my reality checks. I'll probably just drink.
But, what I would like to talk about is a crazy dream that I had last night. It started off (or at least the part that I can recall did) by entertaining some really old Dutch women, who were supposed to be distant relations, in my Grandmother's house. But for some reason I had two swords, one shorter (and duller) stabbing blade, and a longer kitana-like slicing blade. While I was serving tea and pickled herring.
Then for some reason I stepped outside my Grandmother's old suburban house into the middle of a downtown, where I was being chased by a series of ninja type assailants but who were dressed like East India Company hotshots. An odd dream battle/chase ensued, with scene changes from urban to high-seas to arctic and finally surrendering to a nameless futuristic monarch. At which point I took my stabbing sword and killed the person that brought me in, and then committed seppuku with my other sword. The weird thing was that I could feel the sword going in, but it didn't hurt at all, and I didn't wake up. I could feel time slow as I slid down the sword, feel my life's blood slip out of me, and the cold concrete floor on my cheek as I collapsed.
Then my alarm went off. I'm trying to chalk this dream up as a good thing, as I'm trying to increase my dream recall as a first step toward getting back into lucid dreaming, but the seppuku thing was messed up. And I've been feeling off all day as a result.
So now I'm debating as to whether or not I want to drink before bed so that I won't remember my dreams tonight, or actually try for lucidity. I think that I may have been close last night, but I've been lax with my reality checks. I'll probably just drink.
