Imaginat-zon

Let’s get cracking. It’s been a busy week for my imagination. A quite, scarily busy week. I’m not lucky enough to have awesome dreams usually, and although I might not be able to call my current row of them as awesome, they’re definitely interesting.

I had to date them after I’d written them down. I don’t know why, it was just some compulsive impulse.

Anyway. November posting begins.

Dream 1 : Tuesday 17 of November 2009 – The Nightmare

I scribbled this down in an almost trance-like state and all in capitals which I don’t really do that much.

 

“DREAMS PEOPLE RUB OUT FRANTICALLY BIT OF PAPER WHICH REVEAL IMAGES SOMETIMES OF T SHIRT DESIGNS OTHER TIMES FACES OR EVEN INJURIES THAT CAN INFLICT PAIN. GUYS FACE GETS BEATEN UP – VAMPIRE SHOWS ATTACKER. RUBBING OUT VICTIMS FACE INTO VIEW WITH VICTIM THEN APPEARING IN PAIN. NIGHTMARE.”

 

Fudged up if I might add. There’s more I wrote on the other side…

 

“DRAWING OF (5) FACES RUBS THOSE THAT ARE NOT CULPRITS

SAINSBURY’S – FRIEND FACING UP – MANAGER COMES SO I [face up] DO TOO (I DONT WORK THERE) – ANOTHER FRIEND DOING SOMETHING AT END OF AISLE (TO THE LEFT) – I FIND A FACE RAZOR – OLD STYLE BARBER THING AND 2 SWISS ARMY KNIFES THAT ARE BLUNT KNIVES. I STILL FEAR THEM.

GUY DRAWING, (something) IMAGES IS TALENTED ARTIST? DRAWS THINGS THAT ARE TRULY ‘REVEALED’ LATER.

IMAGE OF CHINESE MAN – FACE WHITE WITH BLACK HAIR – BEING PUMMELLED BY PREVIOUS PERSON RUBBING OUT / INTO FOCUS.”

 

And that’s what I got written down straight after awaking from this nightmare. It truly was a nightmare too, I had the sensation of wanting to shout out but not being able to, of that sense of going mute when you most need your voice. It’s crazy. In basic terms, I had this dream an artist of some sort is drawing onto a t-shirt, or in another case a piece of paper. While rubbing away at a spot that isn’t supposed to be there, the image doesn’t come alive, but becomes a kind of stop-motion animation, that, with more rubbing brings into focus this gruesome image of a man’s face. Contrasted with a bright white background you have his pitch black hair and pasty looking face. I think that was the vampire reference I made. I can’t recall the exact dream now, but the sensations are coming back the more ~I read over my handwritten notes. I have no idea why I chose to write it down this time, or why my friends were included in this dream with even odder references to butter-knife Swiss army things and store shelve filling. All I know is that it freaked me out. Only after did I think… this would make a really cool storyline.

Take a detective investigating murders of some sort, Comes across a case of the paranormal – vampires. These vampires are preying on ‘night’ people, those who come home late from work or parties etc. Then on top of this there is an artist who can draw… situations, people and possibly attacks. I sensed fear in this artist when I was imagining them, like they felt like they were to blame.I also have  a feeling that they were revealed to me, the ‘audience’ in this weird dream as if it were a story. The rubbing out revealing the next storyline and person. It was like it had been put in my head as if I’d read it or seen it somewhere before, which isn’t the case…

Someone with a creative writing talent needs to turn this into a story for me. Please?

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Dream dream nightmare.

Listening to: Never Too Late – Three Days Grace.

What was that that I classify as a dream? After seeing Seven Pounds last night, I came home with an altered perspective on life, as lots of this are able to do. Now , I eventually hit the hay, not feeling a hundred per cent. Cue the strangest dream ever. I was “helping” people. Completeing tasks and errands that were recorded on these weird eye like shapes filled with gems of some kind. Every time a certain thing was done it would light up one of these gems… but I’d actually turn over in my sleep – in reality. This wouldn’t be so bad but I got quite stressed out by not being able to do certain things (my memory is very fuzzy regarding the errands) and I had to remove my top half of my pyjamas – again real world. Now this could be attributed to the fact I was heating up quite a bit – I’m thinking coming down with something – but the fact I couldn’t tell if I was awake and thinking so hard about this dream / circumstance or if I was actually deep in sleep was quite scary.

I woke up, like I said, not feeling one hundred per cent: weak, tired, dizzy, headache-y and with a sore throat. So it could have been that this reacted with my dream a bit. But it seemed so real and even after I’d woken up it was still buzzing in my head whether I’d completed every task and lit up every gem. It wasn’t a test or anything, it just seemed to be a “natural” way of the things I’d done being remembered by my mind. And it was very freaky.

Dream or nightmare? It didn’t scare me that much…

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