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A Short Retrospective About Last Night’s Dream

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As a kid, I use to wake up crying from a bad dream countless of times. Even to this day, I still find myself waking up in fright or just overemotional. My mother use to say that I would watch television too much. I always disagreed with her because whenever she would tell me this, it was when I would wake up from nightmares and I would never really watch any horror movies or shows. Now I must agree that what we view affects our dreams, but not always because of the television. Last night I had a dream that involved a lot of things that had gone on throughout the past two days that were both significant and insignificant things. I’m not exactly sure as to why I am barely noticing this until now, but I find it very interesting that it made itself apparent last night.

I dreamt that I was in the serigraphy studio at my school late at night doing some work that needed to be done. For some odd reason, my teacher came into the studio around 9 PM and asked me to go across the country to go talk to this man and ask him to help me with a project that I was working on. I had no idea who the man was but I agreed to do so. I left the studio, went home to pack up a few things, and hopped onto a train that took me north. It must have been around 11 PM the same night that I got there. I grabbed a cab to the address my teacher sent me to and arrived at a building that was about eight stories high. As I entered the building, I went up to a woman at the front desk and asked what floor was the graphics design team on. She pointed me to the elevator, told me to go to the seventh floor and then to go up the stairs to the eighth floor to room 817. I thanked the woman and went along my way. When I arrived to the room, the door was halfway open. I peeked inside to see that the light was off and their mac computer was on. I became frustrated by the absence of the person that I was suppose to go see. A woman passed by and told me that the person from there left an hour ago and that she wasn’t sure when he was going to return. I pulled out my sketchbook from my bag and wrote a note saying what time I got there and that I was going back to Austin. I folded it up neatly and left it on their keyboard where they could see it. As I was leaving, I realized that the seventh floor was a type of pub. I decided to get something to drink and sat myself down on a couch near a giant glass window. This woman and her two children came up to me and began to converse with me. Her two children wanted to take a picture with me for some odd reason, so I agreed to a picture and then they were on their way. I pulled my sketchbook out of my bag again, began doodling, and somehow fell asleep. I woke up to someone pulling my sketchbook out of my arms. I slowly woke up to see someone familiar standing before me looking through my sketchbook. I asked him what was he doing with my sketchbook and why was he there. He told me that he was the one who was suppose to help me with my project. At first I didn’t believe him, but after he told me the name of my teacher and what he was suppose to help me with, there was no mistaking that he was in fact the person. He didn’t feel like going to his office so we both took the train back to Austin and went to my apartment around 2:30 AM. Apparently when we got there, one of the apartment workers was inspecting some wiring in our kitchen. He refused to leave after I yelled at him for entering my apartment without my permission. I had to call the apartment owner and he was able to get the man out of there. Suddenly it started raining heavily outside. The man who was suppose to help me and I walked out onto my balcony and reached our hands from under the roof to feel the rain. After that I don’t remember anything else and that was for my dream.

They say that the brain is always collecting information and never forgets any of it even if we don’t see it as important. It just gets place in a filling cabinet deep inside the very back of our minds. They also say that the faces in your dreams are never made up and that they are actually faces of people that you have seen before in your waking life that you may have probably seen passing by on the streets or even seeing them somewhere else like in advertisements or even in photographs. To be honest, I’m not sure how much of this information is true but it seems to make sense to me. If this is true, then we must recollect many things from our waking life in our dreams that helps create a setting and affects what goes on in our dreams. So now this is where I am going to break down the events in dream into what I have seen or even talked about in the past two days.

In real life, I’ve been stuck in the serigraphy studio for the past week trying to get a print done and I have been needing some help from people. The times 9 PM, 11 PM, and 2:30 AM were the times that I have been arriving home the past couple of days. There is a train in Austin that goes from downtown to Pflugerville which is north of Austin. A friend of mine lives there and they are always mentioning the train, but even more so now because the train is now operating on the weekends. Another friend mentioned that she had to take a cab to school because she missed her bus and she was running late. The woman at the front desk in my dream was actually Ceci who works at the community college in my hometown at the front desk of the new art building that was recently built and who I talked about recently with a friend of mine back home. The couch in my dream was the same couch from the fourth floor in the art building at UT. The two children were most probably made up from a conversation from Thursday when a few people and I were discussing wanting children and how I don’t want to get pregnant. In my dream, I felt this awkwardness with the children and there was a feeling in my belly that I could not understand. The wanting to take a picture with me is most likely from how I’ve been waiting for summer to use my camera again. I actually drifted off to sleep during my break between classes and woke up from my sketchbook falling out of my grasp. The man who I was suppose to met with was actually someone who I follow on Twitter. The yelling at the apartment worker scene was actually a “similar” scene from 101 Dalmatians in which I watched yesterday evening. The scene was when Jasper and Horace barged into the couple’s apartment when only the made was there while pretending to be from the electric company and trying to steal the puppies. And lastly, the rain was from the last thought I had before falling asleep.

It seems kind of impossible that all the events of my dream had to deal with what had gone on during the past few days, but it was just too good to not be true. I’m not exactly sure how I started to think of this but maybe it was because of the person in my dream that I started to really think about what else that could be from my waking life. This whole “retrospective” had actually started brewing in my mind while I was in the shower this morning getting ready to head out to the studio. I’m surprised that I was actually able to remember all this information until now. Normally once I set one foot out of the shower, all my thoughts just leave as fast as they came. Though this is as far as I have gotten thinking about this whole subject. Since I am currently swamped with a hefty amount of work, I will have to come back to this another time. Hopefully, this will still be fresh in my mind.

What are your thoughts about this?


Written by Monklin

April 28, 2012 at 2:42 am

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Creative Summer 2011, Day 15: Dream Journal Writing

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Often you can find me passed out on my bed if you were to randomly come over to my house and sneak into my room.  Even though I absolutely hate sleeping, I must say that I do love dreaming. I honestly think I dream more than I should but it’s not such a bad thing. Usually I remember my dreams but after a few days they get archived in the back of my mind and they are either forgotten or will just randomly pop out when I’m lost in deep thought. I like to look back at my dreams so I created a dream journal to of course, write my dreams in. I must admit that I often forget to write in it but if I ever remember a dream at random, I will write down as much details about it that I could remember.

For day 15, I decided to concentrate really hard and write down my past dreams. For now, I have several dreams just scribbled onto Word, but I will soon expand on them and enter them in my journal to read again later on.

Dreams are so amazing.

Written by Monklin

May 23, 2011 at 12:14 am