learning to dance

Last night’s sleep was very short, and it contained another short, happy dream.

In my dream…

…I was a young boy, probably in my early teens, and I was learning to slow dance. I don’t know who my partner was, but she was a young teenager, too. We were in her house, timidly holding onto each other, and rather clumsily shuffling around while music was coming from her record player.

We weren’t very good at what we were doing, but we were trying, and we were hopeful that we’d get better with practice.

Shopping for soy beans

Never in my real, waking life have I shopped for soy beans, but that’s exactly what I did in last night’s dream. And for once, the contents of my dream had a direct relationship with things that were on my mind as I went to sleep.

A friend on Plurk has sometimes refered to snacking on Edamame. Though I’ve never tried it, I’m tempted to do so. And when I went to bed last night I knew that one of my chores for today was going to be grocery shopping.

In my dream…

…I was indeed grocery shopping in a large store with a well-stocked fresh produce department. It didn’t take long at all for me to locate the baby soybeans I was looking for, happily load a couple of handsful into a little bag, and place that into my cart along with the other items I was buying.

This was a very short dream, but a happy one. I like happy dreams.

Bloodrayne: lucid dreams

After fighting the forces of darkness called up from Hell by an old voodoo priestess on the streets of Toledo in a fight which left that city largely destroyed, Bloodrayne suddendly finds herself in that city which mysteriously shows no sign of the battle. No sign of it at all.

She’s in the street outside a hospital. Walking inside, she finds the old voodoo priestess being pronounced dead.

Text blocks on the story’s last page contain Bloodrayne’s thoughts as she remembers the incident:

No one ever figured out what happened to me, let alone how I wound up in Toledo.

Lord Michaelis said I might have experienced a wake-initiated LUCID DREAM.

He also theorized I may have been part of a very powerful TULPA — a thoughtform of an extremely powerful mind that was manifesting an alternate reality on some metaphysical plane of existence.

Whatever.

He can wax philosophical all he wants, but I don’t think we’ll ever know for sure.

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The page above is found in Bloodrayne: Prime Cuts #3, in the short story titled Princess of Darkness, written by Chad Lambeert and featuring art by Oscar Bazaldua. This comic book carries a March 2009 publication date from Digital Webbing.

A 6th Floor?

Last night’s sleep treated me to a number of short, interesting dreams. One of them was set right here in my hotel.

In my dream…

…I walked into our residential foyer from the sidewalk, and waved at the new, uniformed security officer sitting behind a desk. After exchanging pleasantries with him, I headed over to the elevator.

When I stepped into the elevator I was shocked to see that the push-button controls and the present-floor indicator showed six floors! “WTF?!” I exclaimed, holding the elevator door open. This hotel only has five residential floors. How the heck could there now be six?

The security officer came over and asked me what was wrong. He nodded when I asked about the mysterious sixth floor. “That is something new,” he explained, and added, “Would you like to check it out?”

I stepped back as he punched a numerical code into a keyboard newly installed in the elevator wall. “Just look around from the elevator when the door opens up there,” he told me, “and ride back down to your own floor. No one’s allowed up there without a special invitation.”

When the elevator door opened at the sixth floor there were a number of men waiting to ride back down. As they filed in, I noticed that there seemed to be an upscale meet-and-greet kind of affair in progress. There were waiters serving drinks, there was a piano softly playing, and mostly business-suited men were standing in small clusters talking in hushed tones.

The last man in was more casually dressed, wearing a bright blue Polo shirt, and he nodded at me when he stepped in. I punched my floor number on the control panel as the door closed, and the elevator began its descent.

“Maud’Dib!”

Last night’s first sleep segment brought a short, but interesting dream.

In this dream…

There was much more auditory content than anything else, and there was one visual image that ended it.

Both the sounds and the graphic image came from the SciFi move, Dune. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen that film and I can’t even remember how long it’s been since I thought about it… in the waking world.

The sounds I heard very clearly were “Maud’Dib!” shouted by attacking Fremen warriors as they fired their Weirding Modules, and those weapons firing. And the image I saw which ended the dream was the face of Paul’s little sister, Alia, who was born with the full powers of a Bene Gesserit Reverend Mother. With the sounds of battle in the background, I woke from the dream when Alia turned and grinned up at me with her glowing blue eyes.