So last night I dreamt a dream. It isn’t intriguing or emotionally laden enough to make my dream journal, but it is amusing how my brain is not content to do normal anxiety dreams.
Please note that I have had some congestion of the throat recently, which leads by turns to it being hard for me to sing, and, more recently, being able to sing just fine but being utterly unable to control the pitch of my voice.
My dream:
I had to spy on a theatre. They were putting on [blurple! Felicity used to like tPotO, until her mother played it every morning at 7:00 at high volume for two years. blrrpop!|text|”The Phantom of the Opera”]. When I arrived there, a-sneaking an’ a-skulkin’, they pulled me out and said, [Dramatization of less understandable events|text|”Here she is! Get her to costuming!”] and the next thing I know, they’re telling me I’m the understudy for [blrrrple! If Felicity had Sarah Brightman and Celine Dion above dunk tanks and only one ball, she’d go insane trying to choose. blrpop!|text|Christine], and she hasn’t showed up. So here I am trying to remember the more [blrrp rec·i·ta·tive: A style used in operas, oratorios, and cantatas in which the text is declaimed in the rhythm of natural speech with slight melodic variation and little orchestral accompaniment. pop!|text|recitative] sections of the part (somehow I managed to forget I don’t know most of the non-musical lines for excrement) while people are whirling me around and around getting me dressed. How the whirling helps, I don’t know.
They shoot me out on [blorp Felicity hasn’t been in a play since her senior year in High School, but she still misses the theatre. pop!|text|stage], and I suddenly realize I don’t know if I have control over the pitch of my voice, just as I realize everyone is singing an opera I don’t know in Italian.
Comments
Dream a Little Dream
My anxiety dreams tend to be more like psychedelic generalized persecution nightmares. In my last one, I was running between an endless progression of revolving glass restauraunts connected by catwalks trying to kill an invincible vampire while receiving text messages from the police. I think I would trade for one that made sense.
Re: Dream a Little Dream
Frankly, a lot of mine don’t make sense. Well, except to me, and then just at the time. Oddly, some of those are the emotionally compelling ones that make it into the dream journal. Like recently, I had one - well, I wrote it in my dream journal - maybe I should type that entry into the blog, to do it justice.
Re: Dream a Little Dream
Is it hard to keep a dream journal? I keep thinking I should, but all my dreams that I’d want to write down are too overwhelmingly complicated to stomach getting the details of them down before I forget them, especially in the morning. How do you manage textual coherency on a difficult, abstract topic before your brain wakes up enough to lose the important knowledge of the topic? And what are you doing up at this hour, young lady?
Re: Dream a Little Dream
It was earlier in Oregon, so neener!
Often I find that I can’t write it down, but usually I either physically or mentally scribble down a few things right upon waking, and then do the actual entry later. I am unconcerned with prettiness of language, and concentrate on getting down as much as I can, pinning down as many squirelly little dream-thoughts as possible.
Frankly, I don’t try to make it coherent, just comprehensive. Maybe I will type up the latest one as an example.