Cheese: Manchego (approx 80g)
For some reason we were moving and we found this really unusual house, which looked really nice when we went round to look at it. It was very large and spacious but had a really unusual layout with lots of rooms coming off the garage, including the kitchen and living room.
When we moved in, it seemed that all the rooms came off the garage, so going from the bedroom to the bathroom meant going through the garage. I'm sure it hadn't been like this when looked round, but maybe when we looked round we just hadn't looked closely enough.
Not only that, but the house seemed to be underground so there were no windows, which seemed really bizarre. Again we didn't seemed to have noticed this when looking round.
As we were moving stuff in I noticed a number of wasps in the garage and manage to find an enormous wasp's nest, but not normal wasps massive scary looking wasps.
I decided to try and take it down with the aid of an insect killing aerosol, although when I did this, the wasps just seemed to mutate into even bigger freakier wasps. At this point I also noticed a load of massive spiders in the corner of the garage.
The spiders seemed to be making their way towards the wasps, and before I knew what was going on there was all out war between the wasps and the spiders. The spiders just wrapped all the wasps up in webbing, and before long, the wasps had been easily contained.
I went back into the living room and couldn't help but think 'I can't believe we sold our house to live here'. Thankfully when I woke up, we hadn't.
Freakiness: 8
Nightmare Factor: 8
Amusement Factor: 3
Enjoyability: 2
Coherence: 3
Vividness: 7
Saturday 22 May 2010
Monday 10 May 2010
Dreaming Gate One and a bit
I almost got through Castaneda's Second Gate of Dreaming the other night, but unfortunately was unable to hold the state long enough.
Cheese: Gorgonzola (approx 80g)
I had 2 dreams back to back, in which I closed in upon Castaneda's Second Gate of Dreaming, but was unable to maintain the state long enough.
In the first one, I was on a track going through a wood. It must have been around this time of year as the trees had just come out, and the leaves were still a bright light green.
I managed to find my hands almost straight away, and looked up in front of me to see white horse about 100 metres or so up the track. I figured that was probably my scout, and tried to get there.
There was a dip in the path before the horse, and then a brow to get over again once in the dip. As I briskly walked through the dip, the horse briefly disappeared from view, as I came up the brow, the horse had turned into a cow.
Once I got to the cow, I wasn't really sure what to do, I was expecting it to lead me off somewhere, but it just stared blankly at me. I tried to talking to it, but it was just a cow, and not a magic talking cow.
At this point I was unable to maintain the state of dreaming, and briefly woke up again. I felt I had been close to the second gate, as I was almost conscious during the dream.
I started dreaming again, and this time was crossing a street and saw an old friend from school. Finding my hands was easy as I put my hand out to shake his, and watched our hands touch and shake.
He looked exactly the same as he did 15+ years ago. We briefly chatted about what we'd been up to, and I was amazed and how vividly I could see his face. Unfortunately the state did not last, and I drifted off into dreamless, non-REM deep sleep.
Freakiness: 7
Nightmare Factor: 3
Amusement Factor: 3
Enjoyability: 7
Coherence: 6
Vividness: 10
Cheese: Gorgonzola (approx 80g)
I had 2 dreams back to back, in which I closed in upon Castaneda's Second Gate of Dreaming, but was unable to maintain the state long enough.
In the first one, I was on a track going through a wood. It must have been around this time of year as the trees had just come out, and the leaves were still a bright light green.
I managed to find my hands almost straight away, and looked up in front of me to see white horse about 100 metres or so up the track. I figured that was probably my scout, and tried to get there.
There was a dip in the path before the horse, and then a brow to get over again once in the dip. As I briskly walked through the dip, the horse briefly disappeared from view, as I came up the brow, the horse had turned into a cow.
Once I got to the cow, I wasn't really sure what to do, I was expecting it to lead me off somewhere, but it just stared blankly at me. I tried to talking to it, but it was just a cow, and not a magic talking cow.
At this point I was unable to maintain the state of dreaming, and briefly woke up again. I felt I had been close to the second gate, as I was almost conscious during the dream.
I started dreaming again, and this time was crossing a street and saw an old friend from school. Finding my hands was easy as I put my hand out to shake his, and watched our hands touch and shake.
He looked exactly the same as he did 15+ years ago. We briefly chatted about what we'd been up to, and I was amazed and how vividly I could see his face. Unfortunately the state did not last, and I drifted off into dreamless, non-REM deep sleep.
Freakiness: 7
Nightmare Factor: 3
Amusement Factor: 3
Enjoyability: 7
Coherence: 6
Vividness: 10
Is There Anybody Out There?
It seems that there is. While visiting some of my favourite relatives, I met some readers - Jo and Dena (I hope I've spelled that right!)
It seems my cheese fuelled scribblings of insanity are not purely for my own enjoyment, which if nothing else makes me feel a little less indulgent. Although it also did make me realise that I'm not just talking to myself, and therefore feel obliged to provide something more of an explanation of why I'm undertaking this rather bizarre project.
First of all, I'm not really one of those people who thinks that dreams have some sort of special meaning - in my view my dreams are nothing more than a combination of my feelings and experiences processed by my brain when it is in neutral. I know there are some people who think if you have a certain type of dream it means you're anxious or paranoid or whatever, I look at it from the other direction, if you're anxious it will just come out in your dreams.
OK here's the deal, we all spend roughly 25 - 35% of our lives asleep, taking average life expectancy into account, that's around 20 - 25 years. A very long time, just ask someone in prison. Obviously you don't dream the whole time, but it's entirely likely that we spend up to 4 years of our lives in a dream like state.
How many of your dreams can you actually remember? Maybe one from the last few nights, and maybe a handful of others? Given the amount of time in your life you spend dreaming, it's a lot to forget. In many ways, that's the primary personal purpose of this blog for me, to enable me to get more out of my life by recording my dreams which would otherwise be forgotten.
Another reason is that often I will see or hear something that triggers a memory from a dream - sometimes a dream from many years ago, which can be a constant reminder of all the rich experiences were merely just forget because we happened to be asleep. It is my hope that after a while, when I have that experience of remembering a dream, I'll be able to look it up on this blog.
As for the cheese, well that's to try and give the dreams a bit of edge and make them a bit more vivid so they can stand out a bit more. I have had some amazing experiences dreaming on cheese. I'm also hoping (in vain) to start a whole movement of Cheese Surfing.
I would encourage anyone reading to post their own dreams, whether it be here, or by starting their own Cheese Surfing blog. If you would like to post anything here, just let me know in the comments section, and I'll sort a post out for you.
It seems my cheese fuelled scribblings of insanity are not purely for my own enjoyment, which if nothing else makes me feel a little less indulgent. Although it also did make me realise that I'm not just talking to myself, and therefore feel obliged to provide something more of an explanation of why I'm undertaking this rather bizarre project.
First of all, I'm not really one of those people who thinks that dreams have some sort of special meaning - in my view my dreams are nothing more than a combination of my feelings and experiences processed by my brain when it is in neutral. I know there are some people who think if you have a certain type of dream it means you're anxious or paranoid or whatever, I look at it from the other direction, if you're anxious it will just come out in your dreams.
OK here's the deal, we all spend roughly 25 - 35% of our lives asleep, taking average life expectancy into account, that's around 20 - 25 years. A very long time, just ask someone in prison. Obviously you don't dream the whole time, but it's entirely likely that we spend up to 4 years of our lives in a dream like state.
How many of your dreams can you actually remember? Maybe one from the last few nights, and maybe a handful of others? Given the amount of time in your life you spend dreaming, it's a lot to forget. In many ways, that's the primary personal purpose of this blog for me, to enable me to get more out of my life by recording my dreams which would otherwise be forgotten.
Another reason is that often I will see or hear something that triggers a memory from a dream - sometimes a dream from many years ago, which can be a constant reminder of all the rich experiences were merely just forget because we happened to be asleep. It is my hope that after a while, when I have that experience of remembering a dream, I'll be able to look it up on this blog.
As for the cheese, well that's to try and give the dreams a bit of edge and make them a bit more vivid so they can stand out a bit more. I have had some amazing experiences dreaming on cheese. I'm also hoping (in vain) to start a whole movement of Cheese Surfing.
I would encourage anyone reading to post their own dreams, whether it be here, or by starting their own Cheese Surfing blog. If you would like to post anything here, just let me know in the comments section, and I'll sort a post out for you.
Monday 3 May 2010
Refurbishment
I know it's been a while since I posted, but the dreams seem to have dried up a little recently, I shall have to try some more potent cheese.
Cheese: Edam (approx 50g)
I was in some bizarre shared house, although I'm not sure whether I was a student again or not. There was a very messy living room with a makeshift sofa made out of a bed. Everyone had just moved in, and was trying to decide who would get which room. It must have been a big house as there was about 8 people there.
It quickly transpired that deciding on rooms was going to be a problem as there seemed to be more rooms than people. The discussion got quite heated, although I wasn't really contributing to it, there already seemed to be too many people talking.
I remember looking around in the kitchen diner area, and it was a real tip. The kitchen area was pretty disgusting, and I was thinking 'I really don't want to live here.'
Thankfully, the guitarist from Right Said Fred was there (Fred Fairbrass according to Wikipedia). While everyone else was arguing he said to me and my wife that he was having his house refurbished, but was looking for someone to rent a room. I told him we were up for that. He said that the downstairs of the house wasn't finished yet, but the bathrooms and bedrooms were, and we could go and have a look.
We set off to his house on foot, and it was a hot and gloriously sunny day. His house happened to be on a road adjacent to my parent's house, by complete coincidence. When we got there, the house was indeed amazing, it was huge and beautiful, but the downstairs was a complete building site.
By complete coincidence, the work was being overseen by my dad's cousin (he's not a builder or an architect, so I'm not sure why) who also lives just round the corner. He was there with his younger daughter, making sure everything was being done to spec.
He saw us and stopped and chatted. He said he was confident the work would be completed in a few weeks and he was really pleased with how it was going and it would look amazing. We agreed to move in.
Freakiness: 5
Nightmare Factor: 4
Amusement Factor: 6
Enjoyability: 8
Coherence: 4
Vividness: 5
Cheese: Edam (approx 50g)
I was in some bizarre shared house, although I'm not sure whether I was a student again or not. There was a very messy living room with a makeshift sofa made out of a bed. Everyone had just moved in, and was trying to decide who would get which room. It must have been a big house as there was about 8 people there.
It quickly transpired that deciding on rooms was going to be a problem as there seemed to be more rooms than people. The discussion got quite heated, although I wasn't really contributing to it, there already seemed to be too many people talking.
I remember looking around in the kitchen diner area, and it was a real tip. The kitchen area was pretty disgusting, and I was thinking 'I really don't want to live here.'
Thankfully, the guitarist from Right Said Fred was there (Fred Fairbrass according to Wikipedia). While everyone else was arguing he said to me and my wife that he was having his house refurbished, but was looking for someone to rent a room. I told him we were up for that. He said that the downstairs of the house wasn't finished yet, but the bathrooms and bedrooms were, and we could go and have a look.
We set off to his house on foot, and it was a hot and gloriously sunny day. His house happened to be on a road adjacent to my parent's house, by complete coincidence. When we got there, the house was indeed amazing, it was huge and beautiful, but the downstairs was a complete building site.
By complete coincidence, the work was being overseen by my dad's cousin (he's not a builder or an architect, so I'm not sure why) who also lives just round the corner. He was there with his younger daughter, making sure everything was being done to spec.
He saw us and stopped and chatted. He said he was confident the work would be completed in a few weeks and he was really pleased with how it was going and it would look amazing. We agreed to move in.
Freakiness: 5
Nightmare Factor: 4
Amusement Factor: 6
Enjoyability: 8
Coherence: 4
Vividness: 5
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