A dream competition?

The past few weeks have been relatively dream-heavy and that’s a good thing, in my humble opinion. Unfortunately, most of them failed to pass through my self-imposed filter regarding what I will post here, so mention of them never appeared in this dream journal. Last night’s, however, was certainly okay to share.

In my dream…

…I’d just finished a short, rather bizarre dream that I felt good about because I thought it a good entry for a “dream competition” in which I was involved.

The details of this competition weren’t explained in the dream. I have no idea who was sponsoring it, nor why. But I did have the sense that the dreams of the competitors were being directly monitored by the governing body.

And I don’t remember any details about the short, rather bizarre dream that I thought would be a good entry. Some sketchy memories of it remained while my head was still on the pillow, but they’ve escaped me now.

A strange football assignment

This major episode of insomnia through which I’m currently moving (no sleep for the past 32 hours… and counting) is starting to provide some vivid lucid dreams. The one which passed a few minutes ago was… entertaining.

In my dream…

…which occurred as I was resting in bed, fully aware of my surrounding and situation, I was in a football locker room, being issued my gear by the equipment manager for the upcoming Summer pre-season workouts.

With my arms full of the pads, pants, jerseys, cleats, and helmet, I found my way over to my assigned locker. Before loading the gear into my locker, I set the stuff down on a bench. Picking up my helmet first, it being on top of the stack, I noticed right away the number 24 in decals stuck to the helmet’s backside. 24? 24?! WTF? That’s a halfback’s number! And I’m an interior lineman! My number has always been 64!

Surely the coaches weren’t expecting me to play halfback this season! Were they?! Maybe the equipment manager goofed.

Before I could investigate this mystery, the lucid dream faded.

Portending bonsai?

Recent days have found me in an interesting sleep pattern. There’ll be one major sleep segment, usually anywhere from five to seven hours in length, followed by extensive catnapping throughout the rest of the day.

These catnaps have been bringing some interesting dreams. Like the naps themselves, these dreams are little things; often no more than a single image, or burst of short images. The one most recently experienced has me thinking.

In my dream…

…I was whittling away, or carefully pruning, a little branch of a small tree with a very sharp knife.

While in the dream I wasn’t thinking about bonsai particularly. But upon waking, with the dream image still fresh in my mind, I began wondering bout the possibility of exploring that hobby.

Now, I’ve never done bonsai before, but… I’m tempted to look into it. Was that dream a foretelling of some future hobby? Hmm……

I won… a new refrigerator?

Sunday’s second sleep segment brought an unusual dream.

In my dream…

…I was enjoying a quiet afternoon in my apartment when I was surprised by a crew of workers delivering a big, fancy new refrigerator. This was to replace the short, compact refrigerator I now have.

When I asked the guys why they were doing this, they explained,”This is your prize! Didn’t you know? You won this!”

Well, I didn’t remember entering any contest, but I sure wasn’t about to turn down this incredible upgrade to my kitchen. And I woke before the guys had a chance to realize they’d delivered the new refrigerator to the wrong person.

How DID they fit together?

Today’s sleep came in two segments: a first segment that was five and a half hours long, from which I was roused by noise out in my hallway; and a second nap that was only an hour long, which was ended by a mailman knocking at my door. It was the first sleep that brought me a strange dream.

In my dream…

…there were three main elements that seemed to fit together seamlessly in the dream itself but which, upon remembering them after I woke, don’t connect with each other in any logical way I can imagine. But then, dreams aren’t necessarily logical, are they?

Those three elements, all of which were intimately connected to each other, were:

1. my trying to solve a crossword puzzle (I don’t do crossword puzzles at all. I have no idea where this came from!),
2. an action sequence of a scifi/anime combat situation in which I was an active character, and
3. the sensation of eating mashed potatoes covered with a delicious, spiced, creamy, chipped beef gravy.

While I was in the dream it all seemed to make perfect sense, but now… I haven’t a clue how that could be.