Old West and Nature Talk

I'm in the game, and a town like an old west town, and have two companion fighters....the opponents are hidden, though expected to show soon, they're of the sort that appear and disappear, and one opponent should be about any moment, and one companion is going to handle the next fight...and has sidearm at the ready...my avatar stands to the side, sitting this one out...but then the companion starts doing tricks with its weapon, which looks like a strange rife now, and is no longer at the ready, and I protest. 'be serious'....this to a computer generated character!

I'm at a nature talk, and suddenly the speakers change the topic to the impending budget cuts,  which are to happen the next day, and the loss of highway taxes, and how this will change plans....I think it wrong that they are using the nature talk to voice their own views on another subject...

Maybe one is supposed to have a sense of humor when dreaming!  Like I'm hearing jokes, and not getting them...

Oh, there was another dream I recalled....my laundry has been relocated from the dryer to a large rolling soiled linen box, and I'm looking through things to make sure no clothes are missing...I see my levis....

And I wanted to recall that laundry dream, because it is an example of a common thing, dreaming in some way about something that just really happened, or related somehow...

I played wow until the wee hours, and put clothes in the dryer too, just before I went to sleep...that, the clothes, is most certainly where the laundry dream came from...the old west dream had a source too...I was in the burning steppes playing wow, a kinda desert, and for one quest, had a computer generated help companion--a warrior with a crossbow...the talk dream too I can source...(think it was crossbow...just remember the twang of the bowstring...)

There's some small worry in each, which seems to be a common source, like small grains of sand to an oyster, that gives shape to dreams....

The Bus With Mouse Ears

I was by a rocky seashore, and went swimming, I think, recollection is blurry, as it happens, but I take away a soda, and 'am thirsty, drinking though a straw, or trying--the crushed ice is clogging the straw...and I find myself elsewhere, still with the soda and trying to drink, on a grand esplanade, where museums and things might be, and I see my favorite old bus making one of its stops in the distance, and I want to catch the bus, go home, and I know it will make it's rounds and come soon back to the esplanade, and I start to run to the stop area there, and I have the soda, and trying to drink and run, all awkward gangly and slow, but I do reach the stop, and wait, and wait, sure I am on time, and of course the dream is teasing, I see the bus and it has mouse ears atop, and I wonder if it will arrive...

That's all I grabbed from last night...thought to take a look at wiki's take on Joyce and Finnegan's Wake...
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The entire book is written in a largely idiosyncratic language, consisting of a mixture of standard English lexical items and neologistic multilingual puns and portmanteau words, which many critics believe attempts to recreate the experience of sleep and dreams.^[3]
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I've seen that bit before, and it's what I was thinking of....

I don't know where the dream theater gets it's material...if dreams are realities, then of course, that's one thing!...but if dreams are reworkings, like a fiction writer's embellishments, then I wonder where the things come from...if from my own experience, books and movies I've seen, day to day things, all manner of stuff, it's a bit daunting for just me to figure out what my dreams are about--I don't think it even possible someone else could!....for another time is the notion that dreams come from a collective conscious, some storehouse of lore everyone is born with....and there are other notions...I don't know what Joyce's was, I cant even 'swim a few strokes' in his wake!...anyway, Joyce had a fine notion to write a book about one day, Ulysses, and attempt a book about one night, Finnegan's Wake....there is after all, just one day and one night....and Joyce wrote words that had dance and sound right from the start, that was his gift, and it bedeviled him a bit I'd say!!

Radioactive Alien and Pink Passwords

There's a sense of menace across the country side, 'radioactivity' it's explained, and in a valley near a ranch house on a hill, is a dome like enclosure 'to contain the alien', and I'm brought close to the dome, and look through a sighting tube, like a telescope, that shows what is inside...the view has a grid over the tubes end, but I see an egg like container, the front half gone, revealing an empty seat...the egg is small, child size...'the alien has escaped' it's explained....I'm at the house, and there is a sense of dread...I want to go outside, but frightened friends want to stay inside...I sorta sneak outside, and travel in an odd way over the hills, like a crawling flight, and the hills and ranches are very pretty, and I think how sad the scenery is now because of the alien menace, and want to remember things the way they were before--the reason for going outside...

I'm in a room with computers...earlier, I cant remember this part, I learned to use a stylus like tool with a curved tip, and on the bottom was a small rectangle...this tool worked by touching the computer screen...the workmen in the room can't get the computers up and running, but I tell them I can help, and above one computer setting on the left side of the short part of the L shaped room, are some long thin bars...I move the tool along the top bar, the bar begins to light up, and finally completely lights up, glowing pink...the computer is on, and now needs the password...I've seen the paper with two passwords written in pink...and I expect a workman to use it, but it's been dropped on the floor...we all look, but only find slips of paper with passwords written in black...meanwhile, the bar has gone dark, just a dark pink now, and off...

In both these dreams I'm really not in the community of characters...in the first I'm invited to look, and then sort of drift away from everyone's concern...in the second, I try to help, but really dont have a clue what's going on, sorta like kibbitzing a card game and telling someone to try that card....and my help worked, but then there was another obsticle--that seems to happen a lot in dreams....

I puzzled over the quote from wiki all day...the notion of 'shared reality' a refrain, and wondered what the founding father's would make of it!!

A Repeating Dream

I dreamt a lot last night, but only snagged one, and it was one dream that repeated immediately, and in a slightly different version, and was such a jumble of things that I cant much sort it out!..there's a large house (with small rooms, oddly) on a hill with several roads leading to it, and I drive up, nearly out of gas, leaving friends on a personal errand that seems a bit selfish--there's a woman on the hill, in one dream young, and in the second old, and when I enter the house, I have to move about the small rooms so as not to be seen, but I do encounter a short dwarfish fellow dressed oddly....and then there's this odd breathing tube, or something, 'used by your deceased friend' it's explained, that seems to be the purpose of the errand, and I find it, take it to a sink, and give it a good cleaning, as it hadn't been maintained...and seeing the woman, I say, 'I like you...'

Actually, that's not a bad sorting, but it seems a shame that dreams are so goofy...one could make good use of the 'dream theater'...some have been able to use their imagination, their 'mind's eye' to good purpose....thinking of Tesla here, it's said he could visualize his inventions in 3d and rotated them...and Mozart is said to have heared his music complete before he wrote it down...maybe I can find these...brb...I'm thinking that imagination uses the same 'theater, dreams do...brb...here's the Tesla bit, which can be found many place, his biography a good read!  link: http://www.successconsciousness.com/blog/uncategorized/creative-thinking-and-imagination/

brb...well, maybe it was Beethoven, he went deaf, but not sure...one of those early composers could hear his compositions played out, and more or less just transcribed them...sometimes I dream music...

curious to see wiki's take on imagination...off to that, and a little bit of wow play!...oh..I snagged this from wiki's take:
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Some cultures and traditions even view the apparently shared world as an illusion of the mind as with the Buddhist maya, or go to the opposite extreme and accept the imagined and dreamed realms as of equal validity to the apparently shared world as the Australian Aborigines do with their concept of dreamtime.
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I Ching and Mayan Calendar

I had in mind that both the i ching, and the mayan numbers are written in binary code, like the 0 and 1 of computer code, and looked about to check that, and ran into the Dec. 21, 2012 bits, but that to the aside, if I'm right that the yin yang symbol is a calender symbol, then the i ching hexagrams are something to do with the calender...I can't find anything, yet, to support that, but if one reads wiki's take on mayan numbers and mayan calendar, it is easy to see the connection in mayan lore of numbers and calendar, and amazing how intricate and elaborate!...and it's apparent the mayan calander was rich with superstitions, future telling stuff...future telling stuff is about all the i ching is noted for, but that may be a remnant of a once elaborate calender system....some scholars find connections between ancient america and china, but I've never seen one so obvious that there's is just no doubt....something to consider, that when it's said, 'the mayans had this, and had that', that this refers to a very small group in the mayan population....all the ancient civilizations seem to have had a 'very small group' that delved into the calendar, and shaped culture....and these groups are of course very smart--rocket scientist smart!....anyway...

I dreamed of a building that looked like a fifties movie theater entrance, and made of translucent material, and colored blue green...I thought, 'is there a theater attached?'...'no'...and woke...

I dreamed a repeating dream...it's well before dawn, and I've left behind the cameras and car, and somehow wend my way through empty city streets, looking for somewhere to have breakfast...one place, with lower and upper floors, is restaurant where I work, and can eat for free, others are familiar coffee shops...I seem to skip all this, and am trying to return, and get caught in the maze of streets, and chain linked fenced parking lots....

I dream I'm new on a job, or my job has changed, with new duties, and I'm meeting new work people, which show my hourly schedule, which is patchy--little bits of work time here and there...and it's some kind of security company...

I dream I'm seeing my self top to bottom...it's sorta me, and sorta not, and I have on funny glasses, my eyes big dark circles...

I don't know if I am ever really me in my dreams....I feel a bit like I'm a will o wisp....which reminds me of  when one is dead in wow...ones avatar dies in battle, and the scene changes to a graveyard, and one resurrects as a ghost!...and I feel a bit ghostly in my dreams!...moving about and seeing, but not being able to interact!...oh!...I remember one more dream...I hear a song being sung, like the Byrds' 'I was older then than now....' lyric in it(my back pages)....and thought, as I often do, how quick songs of that era could draw one into them....as a wow ghost, one travels to where one's avatar has fallen, and gets resurrected and back in the game....wow dying is sorta like the penalty box in ice hockey!

I write these posts pretty quick, and then try to edit, which takes like for ever!...apologies for errors due to impatient diligence!

Oh, the turquoise building reminded me of the exodar in wow....the exodar is a crashed space ship made of crystals, some that have anti gravity properties and need to be tethered to the ground!

Yin Yang

The yin yang symbol is said to represent male and female, light and dark, good and evil, all kinds of things....hmmph....near as I can tell, it represents day and night, the bulging parts represent longer nights, longer days, respectively; the 'tails', shorter nights and days; and being round, it is the seasons, the year, and the two dots represent the moon, light of nights, and sun, light of days...most ancient iconographs have something to do with the calendar and seasons...lemesee if this is out there on the web...brb...well, no, wiki's take doesn't mention anything like this, but it does mention that symbols like this are in old Celtic and Roman decoration, where most everything is calander related!...anyway, I think there was just an earthquake...brb....five minutes ago!...in the Sierra NW of Reno..5.2....anyway. I tried to lay out my thinking on taoism and dreams with friend, who had just seen the latest harry potter in 3d, and so was receptive, a bit....it's like this: reality is ruled by physical laws, which science has sorted out over time, and by their own admission, scientists have discovered and explained most everything, in repect to how things happen....the why of things science doesn't touch, or I!...inside one's head is another reality ruled by different laws...of late, the invention of computers has led to comparisons to how our thoughts, feelings, dreams, work, with how a computer works....now, one learning to fly an airliner, or a space shuttle, will spend a lot of time in a flight simulator before going up in a real plane or space ship...the flight simulator, with computer, can mimic reality, the plane or spaceship in flight, is in reality....and the curious thing, is that the computer reality is mutable, changeable, in ways that reality isn't...a computer can do what ever it's programmer dream up!!....now, when I play wow, my avatar is in a computer world...it borrows from reality, but it isn't real...it is what the computer programmers made it to be, and they gave it the logic and laws the game abides by....the wow world can be capricous...reality, nature, can't....but the wow world I'm seeing as a simulation, being in the game like being in a simulator, of dreams and dreaming....I think that's why my dreams have been so taken with the game...I woke up in the middle of the night, couldn't sleep, and played wow until daylight, and when I closed my eyes to sleep, I was seeing my avatar running, and still adventuring....a kinda after image experince, like feeling like still on a ship after stepping onto solid land!....I've never given much thought to examining or exploring my dreams, making a close study...I could see no way in, so  to speak...but I told my friend, 'I dont think much of politics, though everything I do has some connection.'....I'm not a politician, I wanted to say!  And I'm not a dreamer, in the tao sense.  But, but, with wow seen as a dream simulator, I have found 'a way in'....playing the game, it's like I'm learning skills to 'play' my dreams...there's a movie kinda like this, The Last Starfighter.....anywayanyway, a dream:

I'm at the edge of a large canal full of water, 'at the wrong time of season, Fall', it's explained, and it's actually a river that has been channeled, 'the san juaquin'...and there's a smaller canal coming towards me into the canal....so I'm like a the top of a T....and I have a snag branch, and I'm trying to shovel mud out of the canal, but the branch, which is like a foot in diameter and long!, doesn't come up with much mud...the scene changes, and the canal has lowered to little more than a mud puddle, and there's a car in the mud, and lots of debris, and the car owners want to get in their car, but the debris is in the way, and they are blaming me for all this...and I think, 'wait, where did the car come from?, where did the water go?', and 'what's all this debris?', and 'it's not my fault'...questiions which of course wake me up....dreams dont like questions!

Another dream, with wow influence, just an image...a building like the ones by the scarlet cathedral, like at dusk and dark, with a large tree in front, the leaves all bright and gold with fall color...

A troubling thought, is that our imaginations, which reside in  'computer reality', try to deal with reality and its different laws with the expectation that reality will behave like a dream....and there are those who know this, and will manipulate.... 'those' being politicians...  'yes, like in germany of the 1930's'...'yes'....

Tao and Dreams

I've been reading wiki's take on Taoism, which isn't what I thought it was, and was surprised that one of its originators was the fellow who dreamed he was a butterfly, and awoke, and wondered if he was a butterfly dreaming of him!  This back in like 300 bc, and much celebrated in Chinese and Japanese art. 

Anyway, I was casting about for a word to describe how difficult it is to report dreams, and came up with collate, like, it's difficult to collate a dream.

I'm on a bluff overlooking the ocean at night, much has gone before that I cant recall, and a black police officer is nearby...nothing is wrong, but I try to tell him from where I'm from, and he seems to understand...next scene I'm in his house, which looks a lot like my house, and family is about, all very polite, and son who has been at the beach relates surfing at the 'wedge', all in perfect oc surfer accent...'this is a parallel world' it's explained...I'm changing my shirt in a bedroom, and look in mirror 'to see if I'm black too', and no, same old mug, but I've got like huge misshapen man boobs over my collar bones!..sheesh..I awake, and glad to find chest flat!

I'm in my house (I dont seem to have just one house!) and it has lots of windows that look out on flower gardens....visitors all over the grounds, two girls pick small white flowers...I think maybe they are the white flowers that are along tioga road, which are in the garden too, but no, these flowers are smaller, narrower, and the petals not ruffled but smooth..to double check this I see the tioga flowers again, which oddly are growing one to a stem low to the ground....

I lost like two or three dreams by not making a written note...all it takes to remember is like one written word, or a short list of prominent things--I have post-its and sharpie pen by my pillow...

One was about a drug deal, pot, going south, in which I seemed to have been an innocent that got tangled up in the deal..things from tv show up in my dreams, watched lots of law and order episodes that afternoon...

A link to anabout Taoism and Dreams:
http://www.tao-yoga.com/deutsch/artikel2.htm

Hawk, Redtail, wounded by a nail gun, and eluding rescuers in Golden Gate Park, has been caught, and is recovering.  Link: http://www.radaronline.com/exclusives/2011/10/hawk-nail-head-rescued-san-francisco-park-video

I lamented Hawk in earlier post.

Bear Cubs

'do you have your camera with?, there's a cub in the tree...'...and I dont have my camera with, but see the Cub climbing out on a limb, the Tree bare of Leaves, and another Bear Cub appears, and Both Cubs get too near the Limbs' ends, and fall...'cubs wont be hurt'....and indeed, on the ground Both Cubs begin romping...

Well, that's the only dream recalled from last night, but I have another, too long to post now, from a late afternoon nap today....and there's some commentary from web searches I want to post, but it's latelate!...for sometime...

Hawk and Cat

I'm on a Rocky Ridge overlooking a Stream, and sight Hawk...Hawk is walking about while I take pics, and nears the Stream....and lifts one Wing, and I expect to see all the Feathers, but Wing is damaged, or 'a young Hawk'...and then Hawk flies right over to me and hops about Boulders I'm seated in...'too close for telephoto to focus'...so I use my knees to remove the lens, or maybe teleconvertor, and use the close lens and take pics quickly...Hawk sits by my left hand, and I take pic 'to show how close Hawk was'...and Hawk moves down the Rocks to my left, and disappears...I follow, and seated again, Hawk...no, a Cat!, appears from where Hawk was...Cat is dark grey with sharp black thin chevron lines, and a friendly Cat, as Cat walks over to me, over me, around me, and is way too big for House Cat, but 'not a Bobcat'....oh... when I saw Hawk's head close up, it was whiteish, with a small unHawk like beak...'a fledgling'....

Dreams like this one are very rare...an odd thing was using my knees to remove the telephoto lens, lens had a bayonet mount, so one half rotation loosened it...but where were my hands!???..it was like they were occupied with however I was viewing the scene....

After last night's post I looked up wiki's take on dreams, which I think very good...anxiety is indeed often reported in dream reports, and one line of thought has it that dreams are play, which is a fit with my seeing them as games....the thought that they are play is hitched to the notion that they're a survival feature....playing things out before they happen helps... which is a curio, as daydreams are often rehearsals, going over something troubling....

Sleeping Bag, Candles, Rent, Pumpkin Head

Well, started out with a miss post, appropriate for a dream blog!  

Four dreams from last night....friend is stapling their sleeping bag to wooden slats, and preparing to camp  'by the creek'....parenthetical explanations just seem to pop up at times, and of course, don't explain anything, but do, as in this one, have an associated feeling--feeling I have when friend is going off camping somewhere, and I consider going, but decide to stay my own course....and my own course seemed selfish, so  a quandary, but arriving at my house, a second dream...nearing, I hurry, hearing an alarm, and arrive to find another friend has left about untended candles, and a few are catching the floor on fire....later on, I dream of an apartment I'm renting, or being provided, or something, this dream often repeats, and I call it my housing anxiety dream, and I'm looking for the manager's apartment to pay the rent, which 'is probably late'.....and the last dream, I'm examining the skin on my face in an unusual way, I'm holding my head like a pumpkin in front, and I'm able to articulate my incredulity, and the explanation 'you have a neck that's felxible'...and indeed I glimpse this, my neck twisted around from the left....glad to wake up from this one, and find everything in place!

Maybe I was looking in a mirror, because it makes no sense that I could look at my head.  There's a lot of cartoon goofiness in my dreams.  And I'm never sure my point of view is me, sometime the views seem someone else, or some critters, that I'm sharing in. 

And the one unifying thing in all the dreams seems to be anxiety over failure, or some trouble happening.  If one is in a basketball game, there's this constant anxiety that the opponent will score, or prevent one's scoring.  The anxiety in the dreams is like that.  And I've come to think of the dreams as a kinda game.  And I'm completely useless at it.  But occasionally, and rarely, I'm able to will something to happen on a positive note.  Like shooting the ball, and the ball actually goes through the hoop, or playing baseball, and I get a hit.  Dreams have a very delicate sensitivity to what one wills, and what one thinks is going, or should, happen.  For the most part, one is, to borrow from Robert Graves again, a 'paranoied observor',  which is a pretty good description of one watching horror movies too (many on tv of late--Mimic 2 a very curious one!).

Work and Bike Race

Well, I dreamt about being in a Bike Race, and not doing very well, and about work, with the usual things going south, and didn't make much effort to remember them, both were so disjointed.  Which is usual.  If I feel hungry, I might dream of food.  And with that in mind, I can work back from something in a dream to the feeling it has, and from that reach some clue of what the dream might be about! 

As I go to sleep, it's like a pass through disjointed scenes, and returning to being awake, I go through these again, but now they are dreams, rather than just sort of dim thoughts and imaginings.  Like, I can count sheep, and almost see them, going to sleep, but returning, I really see sheep clearly, well, as clearly as dreaming can be!  How did Caliban put it?...brb...

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Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked
I cried to dream again.

Caliban
The Tempest

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Of these lines, Rober Graves wrote in the White Goddess:
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`The illogical sequence of tenses creates a perfect suspension of time'
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The Forbidden Planet was based on The Tempest.

Hawk and Rabbit

Dream:  I sight Hawk, to my left, far ahead on a Snag Tree.  Nearer, I take a pic, but Branch is in the way, and I move back a bit, and take another pic, and check the lcd screen.  Screens all black, and I check the exposure, and shutter speed, and then the icon dial--it's set to an icon I've never seen, looks like an o with a line.  'O for Oil' it's explained.  I shrug, and turn the dial, but the icons are, well, dreamy, but Hawk has open wings and dives down into a Gully.  I can't see, and go to the Gully Edge, and Hawk is trying to catch a Rabbit, succeeds, and flies to my left up the Gully.  Rabbit escapes, and a chase ensues that brings Hawk and Rabbit right towards me, and I get what I think must be good pics, but I check the lcd screen, and the pics are still dark--oily.

I had two other dreams, one about a frustrating phone call with the cameraphone, and another about playing pool and wearing a pair of black rimmed glasses that had the left lens replaced with like a jeweler's eyepiece.  Glasses look like the ones worn by the gnome. dwarf?, on the WOW flash page.

The Hawk dream, and the setting, a kinda wild life park with benches and such, is a repeater, and the park part usually proceeded by waitng at bus stops and riding buses. 

Oh, in the Hawk dream, when I looked in the Gully, the whole scene tilted like in wow.  One holds the mouse down, and can rotate and tilt the scene.  I dont know if my dream maker is mimicking wow, or uses the same computer tricks.  And I'm not sure what a dream maker is, but need a word to describe the media techniques dreams use, or something.  

At work, half teasing, I said, "Imagine you are a sentient wow character, and at the Scarlet Monastery reading the Creation text.  Have you any idea that it is complete bs!?'  This garnered a smile, and a question from one friend to my other friend who introduced me to the game, "See? See what you've done?"

Well, actually, the film Forbidden Planet did it.  I've been curious about what the Krell are up to for a very long time!!

Ship. Squirrel, Jeep, and Golf Clubs

Four Dreams:  1.  I'm on a Ship, looking forward from mid deck, but I can't see much, like a dark curtain ahead, and beside me are crewmen.  There's a loud engine running noise ahead, and the thought,  'we're under attack', and the crewman to my left is responding, but I still cant see, then things clear, and I see a variety of crewman on the foredeck riding strange personal vehicles, where the noise was from, and there wasn't an attack, but they are all leaving the ship in a hurry.  The vehicles, the size of motorcycles, one just a large black wheel with a fan behind to propel it, another that levitates with a small jet engine, are going slow before reaching the deck's edge--one crewman is walking his the way motorcycle riders sometime do just starting out, and his is the one levitating.  2.  I'm in a store, a second hand store maybe, with a bundle of golf clubs under my left arm, almost a full set, but they are old and used.  I need a golf bag, and bags in boxes and out of boxes are displayed in front of me.  I look at one's price, thinking it very expensive, but it has been marked down, and is only like eight dollars, the white price tag says.  I pick one Blue Golf Bag up.  It;s cheaply made.  And I try it on my shoulder, and it's a Red Golf Bag now.  3.  I am watching another photog take clip of Squirrel running along a desert bluff ridge, I see Squirrel through the camera, and am impressed how steady photog is following, and with that thought, the scene tilts a bit--camera is being hand held, I think.  Squirrel reaches Squirrel's Burrow Entry, and has trouble getting through, but disappears and escapes.  Camera raises up and reveals another Squirrel is there, belly up.  An explanation is given that in this harsh desert, Squirrels only have a little time to get inside, and this Squirrel was too slow.  The photog picks the dead Squirrel up. 3.  On a dirt road, I'm tyring to get over a pass.  It is very steep on the other side, and I keep backing up, and going forward, trying to get the right angle to make a sharp turn next to a steep drop off.  I fail, and the Jeep I'm in (Silver), falls away right from under me.  I see it in the bottom of the Canyon.  Somehow, I'm in mid air, and the thought I better reach out for a handhold, and there's a large cooking pot on a rack on my right, and I grab one of it's handle. theend

I dont know how many dreams I have at night.  They may be continuous, and I suspect sometimes, they go on even when I'm awake.  It's said, one has a dream.  Don't know but it seems dreams have one!  What I recall from dreams happens as I wake up, just a sliver, and I'm at an age when one wakes up a lot during sleep!

The Ship seems to be derived from the Alliance Ships, the vehicles from one of the jet motorcycles I saw chugging a few nights in ago in Plagueland, and tried to ride, but my mage's level isn't high enough yet.  The squirrel was in scenery like the badlands near Fuselight, and the Jeep there too.  Often I go up passes in canyons, and at the pass, tilt the view to see if it's negotiable going down.  Too steep, and one's avatar falls, and loses health.  Often, an avatar will walk off the edge of stairs and such, and not fall--there's like an invisible shelf aside the stairs, this likely just the way the computer is estimating.  The assorted golf clubs looks to be from the assorted staffs and such my mage has used, and too, from thinking sometimes to play golf again, not so much for the game now, but to see what Birds and Wildlife are about golf courses!

I usually forget dreams very quickly, but tried to remember at least one for the blog, and I'm wondering if doing the blog will feed back into my dreams.   At work, I went over these four, and I've forgotten something that was kind of neat, and that's what happens if the dream isn't reviewed or written down.  The cameraphone has a notepad,  and maybe I'll use it for that.  Oh!!, now I remember, there was a jar of old nails, and bolts, and screws, in one of the golf bags, like on a shelf in the bag.  And tonight, I was somewhat dismayed to see the report of Redtail Hawk in Golden Gate Park with a nail through it's head above it's beak--some vandal shot it with a nail gun.  Hawk is flying about, and feeding, and rescuers trying to help cant catch it.

Bobcat and the Small Wood House

Dream:  I've sighted Bobcat on a Knoll, covered with Brown and Gold Grasses, and reach for my Camera Pouch--I dont have my Cameras with!...and I begin to run to get my Cameras, or try to run, and, well, I run, but my stride is very short, and labor some, but I reach a Country Lane, like a veryvery small Town, and I run to the House on the End, a Small Wooden House, with Yellow Clapboard siding, and I think this is a nice House and Place were I live, and I wake up.  theend

I started playing World of Warcraft, WOW,  just a couple months ago, and it immediately just sorta took over my dreams.  Tonight, I found a thread about dreaming about wow at the wow forum, and read the posts.  I've been hesitant to ask friends if they have wow dreams, as the dreams are of interest!!   The wow thread, which I'll link and discuss more sometime, looks a bit fabricated, but it's out on the web, and seeing it has encouraged me to start this blog.  Why hesitate?, one may ask.  It's not hesitation, it's being circumspect.

The Dream above, which is only an approximation, dream recollection being problematic!, is from last night.  I photograph Wildlife in a close to Wilderness setting, where I live.  This I've done seriously for almost five years, and often dream of this effort.  I'm not sure 'dream' is an adequate word!   While asleep, I glimpse an effort to take pics that has the same characteristics as my efforts to take pics while awake.

And when I began playing wow, and dreaming of wow, I find I glimpse the same characteristics.  'reaching for my camera pouch' is a characteristic.

Only partly joking, I told a friend, 'I've figured out the Ancient Egyptian monuments, paintings, and lore....the Egyptians were playing an online  game like wow...'

In a wow quest, sometimes an enemy casts a spell called 'fear', and one finds one's avatar spun around, with all their spells blocked, running away, with sluggish steps, holding their head....

Sluggish running is a dream characteristic--and while awake too on snow, in rivers, and on gravel beaches!