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23 November 2010 @ 01:25 pm
I Don't Sleep, I Dream...  
Ugh. Remember that period over a year ago where my shoulder was always sore and stiff because of something I was doing in my sleep? Looks like I'm doing it again, to the other shoulder. :(

I mentioned yesterday that I haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately. Just enough, apparently, for shoulder torture and some very strange dreams:

Last week: Rampant sex-drive dream featuring a lucky encounter with a Patrick Stewart lookalike (\o/). Also some incompetent flying. You know—Whoops, too high, and Dang, you overshot the turn again!
Saturday night: A return to high school (probably thanks to that stupid movie we watched!), and a P.E. class that involved running around approximately 6 city blocks, which eventually became an indoor steeplechase with lots of stairs and a stopover in a room where you had to lift the floorboards and search underneath for illegal weapons while British soldiers watched. I found weapons in my part of the floor, which led to more running! Run away! All through a multifloored educational building. Oy.
Last night: World's strangest interactive television show/puzzle, where you can unlock parts of the story in real-time but only in adjacent areas of the map and during the 60-minute network hour. Later, I fretted over my crappy and disorganized garden (including dreaming about the old house, where the dream-garden is usually 3-4 lots wide and neglected and sometimes has a river or a transportation causeway is running through it). I also fixed a flat bicycle tire (in detail, as if I needed any reminders of what that's like).

Maybe this is why I've had a headache all morning...

realpestilencerealpestilence on November 23rd, 2010 10:55 pm (UTC)
I used to have flying dreams all the time, when I was younger. Very vivid, flying up to the ceiling and being out of reach whenever anyone tried to punish me for anything, lol. Or weird ones that would get mixed up with all my crazy shark dreams-I'd fly up until it couldn't leap at me, and get away.

I'm SO glad my dreams have calmed down these last half dozen years or so.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: IronManhalfshellvenus on November 24th, 2010 12:36 am (UTC)
Sharks! FTW! \o/

I love flying dreams, though they're usually of two types: remembering again that I know how to fly (less acrobatic, more in control) or the suddenly!Learned!HowToFly dreams (see above) which are 50% How do you stop this thing?!?

Both are better than the trying-to-run-but-legs-are-half-paralyzed dreams, usually combined with someone chasing me. And now I remember the middle dream, so I'll update that part!