To follow on from the reoccurring famous people post, last night I had a dream about Andy Warhol.
In it we’d somehow defrosted Andy (he’s been cryogenically frozen all this time), when defrosted he fell right into place with the rest of the balsamic art world once more. And kept making new and wonderful post-modern art. But he did that thing he’s always been renowned for, using people up as his muses or contacts. Somehow I got offended that I was one of those people as I was part of the group that brought him back… Not only that, I tried to take all these great photos - mostly portraits and the camera kept getting stuck or I had the wrong lense in there. Very frustrating, and very frustrated at Warhol too.
I guess I’m doubting my creative abilities of late. Need to throw myself in the deep end. Possibly go to the Warhol museum for some inspiration.
Woke up this morning to a convulsion… more on that soon.
In the dream I was partnered up with some person I know, but can’t remember now. We were on some sort of look out duty, as I turned the corner of a corridor I noticed something strange with the lighting in one of the rooms; like when thieves use flashlights when breaking in.
I turned the corner and entered the room to my horror. It was the mother of someone else I know (again, I can’t remember who, I wish I did though), and she was desperately attempting to commit suicide - somehow I knew it wasn’t the first time.
She was so desperate infact, that she grabbed the nearest sharp object - a blue ball point pen - and was about to stab at her wrists and dig out her veins. I got there just in time and called for my watch buddy.
That’s when I started convulsing in real life as my sleeping brain tried to wake my body up. So I physically jerked myself out of sleep this morning and with a really strained hoarse throat gasped out “help”.
It was a pitiful cry, and I hope my roommates didn’t hear…
I’ve been having a series of unnerving dreams lately. And for it and everything else, right this second I think I hate the world. Welcome Emo kid, welcome.
Ok, this is more a note to self on the dreams I’ve had recently.
Last night: someone discovered time travel via walking into different dimensions, only problem was that the origianl you was left in the currnet time and the travelling you was a copy. Upon return of the second, you find you have two of the same people in the same time period, however the traveller no longer looks like their original self. Pretty soon objects were also doubling and then changing to unrecognisable forms. Urgency to have things corrected back to normal. Conclusion: Don’t listen too closely to the Physicist in the tour group when he explains strange theories…
Germany: Dreamt the ending to Pulp Fiction the film and got to see what was inside the briefcase. Very satisfied feeling upon waking up, however cannot remember what was in the briefcase.
I can’t recall it ever happening before. Last night I kept dreaming with one word as either being the theme to other dreams, or people would keep repeating it in my dream.
The word was “idiosyncrasy”.
From Dicitionary.com:
id·i·o·syn·cra·sy /ˌɪd
iəˈsɪŋkrəsi, -ˈsɪn-/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[id-ee-uh-sing-kruh-see, -sin-] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation –noun, plural -sies.
| 1. |
a characteristic, habit, mannerism, or the like, that is peculiar to an individual. |
| 2. |
the physical constitution peculiar to an individual. |
| 3. |
a peculiarity of the physical or the mental constitution, esp. susceptibility toward drugs, food, etc. |
From Wikipedia.com:
Oneirology is the scientific study of dreams. The term comes from the Greek oneiro which means dream. A person that studies oneirology is called an oneirologist.
mood // hungry
music // U-Turn by Usher
Over the last week I’ve been frantically working on my final works.
Funny tho, cause I’ve managed to squeeze in:
- 1 Episode of America’s Next Top Model
- 3 Episodes of House of Carters
- 3 Episodes of The L Word
- 9 Episodes and counting of Lost Season 1
Last night/this morning I was dreaming about the best blending options and opacity percentages in Photoshop… Ugh…
tv // Solitary - Lost 109
I’ve had the most insane dreams lately.
I woke up yesterday having dreamt that I was visiting a heritage house in Parramatta, where I saw some very very realistic dummies re-enacting a disgusting multiple murder scene. Complete with scary psycho squeezing his victims guts out through their mouth after having crushed all the bones to watery pulp whist still intact and alive. Not to mention all the other pools of blood and bodies everywhere. Meanwhile, the heritage house’s ground floor was also haunted by the ghost of the girl that died at Big Day Out in 2001… (R.I.P)
Creepy right?
Then, I had a dream this morning I got lost in Manly and saw a bunch of girls I went to high school with. I couldn’t see them properly with the car window up (it was foggy), so when I rolled it down I saw that one of the girls had had their face burnt (at a much earlier date). There was terrible scarring and no eyes…
What does it all mean?
Dream blogs are soooo 1999.
