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10 January 2012 @ 01:11 pm
Sunday night's dreams were weird enough. I had a engineering project that sought to rescue a dilapidated 1930s mansion, which mainly consisted of sanding and other cosmetic improvements plus major structural reinforcement (I'm a software engineer, BTW, so WTF?). I (secretly to me) triggered a notification for when my steel cabling system exceeded the tensile load (!!!), and found a bigger problem when I went onsite to investigate: people visiting the mansion and going inside where it was still hugely unsafe. Does this not sound like some Jungian allegory for life/relationships?

Last night, though... ugh. I woke up mutiple times because I was cold and sweaty and fiercely clutching my heating pad (so now I'm bodily exhausted). And the dreams? Protecting a castle against enemy attack, morphing into living in it and escaping an assassination attempt, then escaping with my children, becoming the children, explosions attacking an enemy who morphed into a police-officer, who then became my injured partner. The last part of the dream, I filled in for him on an undercover mission involving some shady gamblers (right, because I could totally pull that off). I went with the gamblers (sometimes in their car, sometimes mine) to the target site, and had to cross over a hill where the street didn't go through (thank goodness for my jetpack!!!). The final destination was some block-sized series of open-air venues with a disproportionate number of people in wheelchairs waiting to get in. It was an endless bunch of displays of groupings of bizarre objects, where I had to figure out how these were any kind of "game" you could actually bet on. Basically, it was input-overload that went on for dream-hours. Fun! I'm still trying to figure out how a collection of black-and-white animal figurines (skunks, orcas, kittens) could constitute a "game."

Aren't you tired just reading that?

So, my brain is fried and I'm trying to get some work done. Christopher is off at Outdoor School again (every year since 3rd grade). Lauren is cycling through panic attacks over finals (she's a high-school freshman). My husband's trying to figure out a way to keep my new bike pedals from being lethal. And me? I'm waiting for my brain to enter "awake" mode.

So, how's your Tuesday going?

ETA: I mentioned the chills/sweats to a coworker, who backed away, and I can see where someone might think those were fever-dreams. But (auto-denial), a lot of my dreams are like that, and you dream more when you're not sleeping very deeply, right? OTOH, I felt crappy for the entire day, so...

nodressrehersalnodressrehersal on January 13th, 2012 03:51 am (UTC)
That really was does sound pretty exhausting. I have really vivid/weird dreams, too. It usually freaks my husband out when I try to explain one.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on January 13th, 2012 05:23 am (UTC)
The last one was the most tiring of all, because of the input-overload and trying to figure out what it meant, when it all seemed so random and meaningless.

And, as it turned out, was. :)

Are you always yourself in your dreams, or sometimes other people? I find that if people from my family or work are in the dream, then I'm myself, but otherwise... never. Sometimes, I'm multiple characters in the dream-- especially if the previous one died. They're much more like "movies" than anything.
nodressrehersalnodressrehersal on January 14th, 2012 11:14 pm (UTC)
Omg, I don't think I've ever not been myself in my dreams! I've been different versions of me, i.e. married, younger, me now but trying to figure out my way through high school, that sort of thing. But never not me.

What the heck does it feel like to not be yourself in your dream? I don't see myself much, though, since the dream is being viewed through my eyes.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on January 25th, 2012 06:41 pm (UTC)
What the heck does it feel like to not be yourself in your dream?

It's kind of like being a character in a movie. The dreams are more like movies, only wackier.

Sometimes I jump characters (as noted above). And if the character I start off in winds up dying, I usually become another character in that same dream rather than the dream being over. The falling off of a cliff and hitting the bottom? I've dreamed that hundreds of times, and I generally wind up falling to my death in all of them.

Which only serves to reinforce my fear of heights! :0