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Well I had a dream. And in it I went to a little town. And all the girls in town were named--Betty.
what they dreamt up for the friday five at smattering.org 1. What's the last vivid dream that you remember having? I had a dream a few nights ago about giant spiders. They were deep black orb weavers with bodies about the size of guinea pigs and appropriately sized legs. They played dead if I got near them, but when I picked them up, they came to life. 2. Do you have any recurring dreams? I have had recurring dreams in the past. One of my favorites always began differently each time--it was only the end of the dream that was the same. There was always this moment, heading towards the familiar part where I would think, oh, here we go. I also have recurring motifs in dreams. Underground bathrooms are a biggie. 3. What's the scariest nightmare you've ever had? Once I had a dream that I "woke up into"--as in, became conscious of my actions already inside the dream--and I was carrying a heavy black garbage bag out to the garbage can which was already in the street awaiting pickup. The garbage bag was really heavy and it bumped against my leg in a very solid way. Wondering what was in it, I put it down, leaned over and untied it. The bag was filled with assorted parts of a dark haired man. I could see the top of his head and what looked like a thigh, all dismembered. I kind of went, "oh, yeah." and then carried the bag out to the garbage can. That wasn't the nightmare part. The nightmare part came when, back inside the house, I was looking out the kitchen window, watching the garbage can until the garbage truck came to pick it up. I heard the tinny sound of garbage cans being knocked over. Looking up the street, I could see these kids having kid fun by kicking over garbage cans. I thought, this is how they're going to catch me, and woke up. I often find that the dreams that wake me aren't nightmares proper, rather they tend to be dreams in which I am placed in an uncomfortable situation and can't think of a way out so I wake myself up. 4. Have you ever written your dreams down or considered it? Why or why not? I have done this actually. I used to do it kind of like a stage manager's script with commentary and interpretation written all around the dream proper. 5. Have you ever had a lucid dream? What did you do in it? Because I am always conscious in my dreams--as in, I always know that I am dreaming, I always thought that lucid dreaming meant that you could control every aspect of a dream, like, looking up at the sky, you could change the color, you could make the people in your dreams do what you wanted always. In one dream, I thought, oh, I should make this into a "lucid" dream. I couldn't get any other person in the dream to do what I wanted them to do, but at one point I walked up to a mirror and succeeded in changing the length of my arms, my height, my breast size, and then I changed myself from a woman to a man and back again. (All about the "You can't change others, you can only change yourself," I think.) I also often sleep and wake up in my dreams, which isn't something that I've heard a lot of people do. If you wants a good dream story, read Kurahashi Yumiko's Spring Night's Dream from her collection called Woman with the Flying Head.
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