…washing over me at the present moment is really quite nice. It’s not sleepiness at all, nor is it fatigue of any kind. It’s just… relaxation.
I’ve been snacking lightly on peanut butter for the last hour or so. Maybe the tryptophan effect is kicking in. Just a thought. If so it’s pretty darned nice!
Cheeseburgers, liberally dosed with Valentina hot sauce, and washed down with strong black coffee. A breakfast of champions!
It should be noted that the 1/4 lb. hamburger patties from HEB that I’m using now are noticeably bigger than the ones from Walmart that I used to use. Even after cooking down. That’s interesting.
Last night’s two sleep segments brought me two completely different nightmares. This is rather unusual for me. Though my nightmares used to come more often than nice dreams, in recent years (well, in recent months, anyway) that hasn’t been the case.
The dream which came in my first segment was, by far, the most disturbing. It hit me with major sensations of guilt coming from a number of directions. Though it involved a fantasy setting, its cast of characters included real, private folks who are still alive. And that being the case, it’s blocked by my self-imposed content filter and can’t receive further mention.
The second dream, the one that came in my second sleep segment also qualifies as a nightmare. But the primary elements in it were desperation, fear, and physical revulsion. I’ll take those any old day of the week over guilt.
In my dream…
…I was a crewman aboard a big double-masted wooden sailing ship. The time period of this dream wasn’t specific, but it could easily have been almost any time in the 18th or early 19th Centuries.
The ship had been at sea for a long time and was stuck in the doldrums. With no wind we couldn’t move. And we had run out of food. Other than what fish we could catch, when we were able to catch any, we were forced to catch and eat the rats that were hiding on board.
That’s the horror to which I was driven in this nightmare: catching and eating rats in the dark, hot sub-decks of the ship.
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:
While I was in the dream it all seemed to make perfect sense, but now… I haven’t a clue how that could be.
One thing I’ve noticed about my recent dreaming patterns is that the dreams have been coming in clusters. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but cluster-blogging is clearly a problem.
It’s been my observation that proper personal blogging, such as that which I hope to do here, is best done on a regular basis. Therefore, I’ve taken up the habit of recording notes about my dreams on paper. A phrase or two is all that’s usually needed to evoke the clear memory of a recent dream. And I’m consulting those notes as I write my dream journal posts. Hopefully this will keep the posts coming at a steady pace of one every other day or so.
This comes from Monday’s sleep. Even though it’s a few days old I remember it well. It deals with another strange grocery shopping trip.
In my dream…
…I’d somehow fallen into a living arrangement with a colony of werehouseflies. Yep, werehouseflies. Like werewolves, these were creatures that could appear as ordinary humans. But at certain times they would transform into big housefly creatures. I was an ordinary human, myself, and I had no idea why I was living with these strange beings, nor why they accepted me so well. But that’s how it was in my dream.
We were living in a large old house I remember well from Bloomington, IN. In architecture it resembled The Adams Family house from the TV series both in its size and general air of spookiness. When I lived in Bloomington, a family lived upstairs in the house and ran an antique business downstairs.
There was a large grocery store located across the street from this spooky old house both in real life and in my dream. That grocery store was the setting in which I found myself during the course of this short dream.
I was shopping at the big grocery store with a teenage girl from the werehousefly house. She was in ordinary human mode, but we were shopping for the house and we knew well what everyone wanted. She was filling our shopping cart with glazed, gooey pastries, but I was though we ought to bring back a more well-balanced, nutritious load of food. So I was loading the cart up with watermelons.
As we were adjusting the load in our cart so that my watermelons weren’t squashing her pastries, the girl was happily laughing her funny, buzzy little laugh. We were having a good time and our appetites were rising.
Before we made it to a checkout lane… I woke up.
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. 
Last night’s sleep was nice and long, for that I’m very grateful. It also was dream-filled: comprised of many different dreams, some of which segued more or less smoothly into others. Two that I remember most clearly dealt with food.
The first dream found me an active presenter at a food-oriented convention.
In this dream…
I was a businessman in the food industry manning my booth in a large convention hall. The product I was presenting was my famous “cajun injected brats.”
The brats were big pieces of link sausage, maybe six inches or so in diameter and from eight to twelve inches long. To prepare them in my booth I’d installed a long, trough-style BBQ grill, and I was grilling the chunks of meat over a good bed of charcoal briquettes. Before grilling I injected each piece with my “mystery cajun sauce” and during the grilling I basted the meat with the same sauce.
The detail in my dream of the grilling of the sausagees was very detailed. The color was sharp and clear, the smell was scrumptuous, and I could even hear the charcoal sizzling when sauce and fat dripped down onto it.
That was very nice!
A simple man sharing his dreams (when appropriate), random thoughts, events of his day, etc.
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