And on those rare occasions when my dreams do break free from the bondage of banal reality, they’re still pretty much empty of excitement. For example, last night, I dreamed I was on some kind of commercial time travel flight, where everybody was dressed in 1970s sci-fi chic (think Buck Rogers in the 25th Century). Potential for some kind of reality-defying adventure, one might think? Nah. Rather than meeting Tutankhamun, I occupied myself by filling in the landing card, but I made a mistake, and had to ask the stewardess for a new one.So, tell me. How dull are your dreams?
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I'm like you recently. I haven't had a decent dream in weeks. They tend to play out like my waking hours with nonsensical alterations. The best dreams I have get turned into stories, all the rest are quickly forgotten.
I did have one a while back where I was starring in a TV show as an undercover secret agent with super-confidence. The two opening scenes were better than anything I've seen on TV in years. After that, it kind of fell apart.
I have loads of far from dull dreams but can never remember the damn things, just know I've had one.
I can remember two recent ones: My ex has been away recently and I fed her pets for a week. In my dream I'd gone into her bathroom looking for and calling her cat, Jack. I was actually holding him but he'd reverted to a kitten. I left the dream looking at her bath, still calling "Jack" but increasingly puzzled why the cat wasn't in it. She doesn't actually have a bath anymore.
The other dream involved a the promise of a certain degree of intimacy with an acquaintance. Terrible, as I woke up before it got interesting. However, as I woke up, my jaw suddenly spasmed and I bit through the back of my tongue. Painful.
In a bizarre twist my rapid eye movement sleep involved me being turned down by the lead singer of R.E.M..
Apparently I wasn't Michael's Type.
(Eat your heart out Tim Vine!)
Most of mine are dull as toast. On one notable occasion, though, I woke up from an amazing dream, wrote it down as a short story, and subsequently sold it to Bridge magazine in Chicago.
I think that's a once-in-a-lifetimer, though.
Last night I had two dreams going at once and they were interfering with each other, as when two TV channels are too close. Very peculiar.
I dreamt I went to see 'Inception' the other night and walked out after 10 minutes.
Sailing around a Norwegian Port in a cerulean blue sky and an iceberg nearby all different shades of green and white.
Rather different from everyday life.
Haven't had a dream in a long time.
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