For the last few nights I’ve been having the most vivid dreams, and lucid dreams during the episodes of semi-wakefulness that separate my sleep segments, and during the few minutes when I slowly wake in the morning. Don’t know why this heavy dreaming has started up again after an absence of… several years? But it has.
At least the dreams haven’t been nightmarish. And most of them fade shortly after I’ve left the bed.
My Sandman treated me well last night, perhaps to atone for the shoddy way he treated me the night before. Last night’s 10-hour sleep was segmented (the first segment from 21:00 to 23:00, and the second from 00:00 to 08:00) brought three very detailed dreams: one in the first segment and two in the second.
The first dream had me evicting a teen-aged boy from my apartment. He’d been trash-talking me for some time, insulting not only me but so many things that I respected and enjoyed. His mother allowed this kind of behavior from him at home, and he assumed he’d be able to continue it when visiting at my place. When I told him very clearly to stop, he looked me in the eyes and told me to go to Hell. So I escorted him to the door, ushered him out, and told him not to return.
The second dream had me trying to mediate between family factions that did not get along with each other on the day of a wedding between a young man and woman from each faction. The wedding ceremony itself went off without a hitch, but there had developed two separate wedding receptions, and it appeared that whoever attended one reception would incur the scorn of those at the other. Not a healthy situation, that.
The third dream had me tending to a very sick young girl. She was in a coma, in a hospital bed, and I was seated in a chair next to her. I’ve no idea who she was, and I wasn’t a medical person of any kind, but I was there doing what I could do.
Making up for the VERY short sleep of the night previous, last night’s segmented sleep was long and very dream filled. A total of ten hours came from 19:30 to 22:00, and from 00:00 to 07:30. And three very detailed dreams came, all in the night’s second sleep segment.
First dream: In this I was part of a volunteer crew helping a nightclub set up for a major show.
Second dream: Staying in a summer cottage with a group of friends, I had to fix a problem with the plumbing. Some fool had tried to flush a pair of basketball shoes down the toilet.
Third dream: I was taking a road trip and sharing driving duty with an attractive, black-haired woman.
last night’s sleep and dreams – 30 October 2012 – https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Vko8v-oTbonCpDeW8QfJvShun-Lu8-sI3VBsUo69hek/edit
Last night’s 6-hour sleep, from 22:00 to 04:00, could certainly have been longer; but it did bring two vividly detailed and entertaining dreams. And it was followed (after some coffee, the first course of my breakfast, and a bit of work on the computer) by a relaxing hour of semi-dozing on the couch. So we can count that toward a total of 7 hours, which is enough sleep to get me through the day.
The first dream of the night was the longer of the two, and set me as part of a team of deep space explorers. We had all suffered from some kind of radiation sickness during a long flight and were convalescing at an off-world medical base. As the sickness worked its way through our metabolisms, we each began to physically transform in different ways. It was a bit scary to see the physical and psychological changes some of my teammates were undergoing.
The second dream was much shorter but just as detailed. It was set in my neighborhood and had me being hailed as I walked back to my hotel from a shopping trip by a former high school classmate of mine – a guy I’ve not seen in decades. He was waiting on the footpath behind the International Center for his wife and daughter to drive by and pick him up. He and I chatted for a short time before his ride appeared. There was really no place for his wife to park and traffic was heavy, so he quickly introduced me to his family as he climbed into the car, then off they drove.
last night’s sleep and dream – 14 Sept. 2012 – https://docs.google.com/document/d/1DH38sMj0NBL-UkbFCTnfGnHcjNtLO8YexydZEjyr3qE/edit
The Sandman brought me one very long sleep last night, perhaps to make amends for giving me such short shrift the night before. My head hit the pillow so early, 18:30 in the evening, and I didn’t rise from bed until 04:30 in the morning. Whew! Can’t remember when the last time was that I had ten unbroken hours of sleep.
He brought me a dream, too. And even though it was vividly detailed, it barely deserves mentioning. It was a fictional snippet from a perfectly ordinary but busy UPS delivery day. I used to get dreams like that on a regular basis, and I suppose I should be thankful that they come rarely now. At least there was no nightmare-like quality to it, no hellish sense of racing the clock and falling behind, no robbery attempt or assault of any kind. Used to get dreams like that. This was just… ordinary and boring.
last night’s sleep and dreams – 04 September 2012 – https://docs.google.com/document/d/1zGnxQTQ7urwARXFe_vJobbqidOk3NE2crL4Blz4SyvI/edit
The Sandman brought me a long and moderately restful 8.5-hour sleep last night. And he spiced it up with two long and detailed dreams.
I was somewhat disoriented in the first dream which had me living in a crowded flophouse. Unlike those I’ve known in real life, this was filled with friendly, clean-cut tenants and had a jovial landlord liked by all. Most of the socializing there was done in our common kitchen/dining area.
While talking with the landlord in my room about business matters, I received a phone call from a friend from whom I’d not heard in decades. She was delighted when I recognized her voice immediately.
The night’s second dream was presented in three main three main parts. 1.) I drove a wheelchair bound friend to a large supply store. 2.) In the store we searched for a piece of hardware to upgrade part of his chair. 3.) After the shopping we stopped at a favorite fast food joint where I decided to wash the restaurant’s outside windows.
last night’s sleep and dreams – 29 August 2012 – https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YXmAAb8EnJLmWoigo1BJzDKuQEVmu4t7cKb6AYq7ZAI/edit
The Sandman treated me well again last night, bringing me an 8-hour sleep from 21:00 to 05:00. And that dream contained two dreams.
I had traveled to London in the first dream, and was visiting friends. They were a bit surprised at how much I prefered walking from place to place rather than using any other mode of transportation.
Surprises were in order in the night’s second dream, too. I’d been requested to take pictures at an event held in a popular restaurant. When I arrived on site the only camera I had with me was an old-fashioned Polaroid Instant camera.
last night’s sleep and dreams – Tuesday, 28 August 2012 – https://docs.google.com/document/d/1K1LW5w0ltBk0sllDr7IE7un8zWnLjyifVcSwwXGooiY/edit
After a short string of nights with short sleeps and barely remembered dreams, the Sandman finally brought me a good, long sleep. And this sleep (7.5 hours, from 21:30 to 05:00) contained a pair of dreams.
The two dreams that came last night featured two different women. Both these women bore striking resemblance to different women I’ve known in real life.
With an unidentified friend, I was being pursued by unidentified forces. I led us into the basement of a big building where a clandestine, high-stakes poker game was being played. A woman I hadn’t (and haven’t) seen in years was also in the basement. She led us out through a stairway guarded by police, took us to an apartment she shared with several others, and let us hide there for awhile. “Oh, by the way,” she told me with a little laugh, “I’ve got a bag of your clothes in here somewhere.”
The woman in the second dream wasn’t so helpful. Actually, she brought trouble down on both of us. In an outdoor parking lot she and I were exiting my car when we were accosted by four men, guys who apparently knew her and were involved with her in some unidentified way. They threatened her and, when I stepped to her defense, they threatened me, too. The confrontation quickly became physical. One tall guy wearing an “Afro” haircut and a purple t-shirt and I started trading shoves and punches. When the other three began circling, I retrieved a shotgun from my car and began shooting. That woman, she was no help at all.