More Dreams

I'm probably a biological aberration in the sense that I could be dreaming (not daydreaming!) and at the same time aware of the surroundings of my sleeping body. I don't really know how that's possible. It was doubly weird a few days ago when I was quite tired and sleepy, and in my dream, I was still sleepy. I'm already sleeping... what more does my dream-self want, to sleep in my dreams too?

Of course just now, I awoke from a dream that revolves around a motif that recurs over the year. I don't get it often yet the theme is always the same. It's not exactly a nightmare but neither is it a pleasant experience. My bad dream? Learning Chinese, complete with answering exams you're bound to fail because you leave too many blanks.

Dreams for May

Yesterday's nightmare was relaxing in a hot bathtub... full of cockroaches.

This morning's horror consisted of body-possessing creatures that controlled people by latching onto people's heads (think of facehuggers except with mindflayer characteristics).

Hmmm...

The Old Ones Beckons

I expect that one of these days, I'll wake up and find myself at Arkham, discover that I'm enrolled at Miskatonic University, and be one of those cultists who can't speak proper English. Haven't met up with Cthullu yet but I've probably run into Nyarlathotep in disguise.

So here's the latest "dream" I had ten minutes ago (and you know, these things are always good mines for ideas) but it hasn't been the first nor will it be the last. In a Resident Evil/Biohazard atmosphere, I find myself to be one of those people who's out hunting infected humans (nothing original there!). Of course the twist is I wake up from unconsciousness and find pale-skilled zombies in front of me. Luckily I am not a trigger happy person and discover that my vision has been skewed for one reason or another and so normal people look like zombies. My paranoia getting the better of me, I tell no one about it and do my job as usual. And then we enter this building that's supposedly infested with zombies and after careful treading, I find myself separated from the group. Eventually (after dodging some real zombies--how I know they're really zombies I don't know), there's this crevice I find and I manage to squeeze through it. And then I find myself in my grade school gym. (Hey, these are dreams... no one ever said they'd make sense.)