Drene's Dreams

21/07/10

2012-01-07T17:25:00.000-08:00

In third person, I watch the worlds fastest Indian flying an old metal plane. He is trying to outrun the people running and those who are driving in cars. He flies past all the people on the salt flats yelling and cheering. Once he had passed these people, he realised that he had won, and flew into the air celebrating. He ejects himself from the plane and runs down the side of the salt flats, calling to the plane to turn around and return to him. The plane continued flying, however, spiralling down into suburbia. It crashes. The crash itself is very minimal, but the police are quick onto the scene. The police fill the roads telling everyone to please leave as children were killed in the crash. I look around to see through the crowd that there were dead, mangled children covered in blood everywhere. End of dream.

11/06/10

2012-01-03T17:14:00.000-08:00

The dream begun with me believing that I was in a movie, but as I progressed through the dream on a walk to the Christchurch Town Hall, I realised that this was reality. Inside of the Town Hall thousands of robots were being illegally manufactured. I found myself making my way into the hall without being spotted, and was approached by a robot who was friendly due to a malfunction in its robot innards. I see the man in charge of these illegal robots, and pull my friendly robot friend in front of me, somehow knowing that he could hide me with its invisibility. The man senses something where I am standing and stares straight at me. He comes over to me to see if he can sense anything breathing. Not sensing anything, he goes to leave, making a remark about not being able to last very long in bed.

I then see my mother looking for me, so I uncover my arm from the robots invisibility so that she can see me wave. She comes over to me and gives me a handful of chocolate bars.

I am then transported to the sea, where I am swimming in it with [Stevie Nicks]. The sea is grey, and we both worry what could be down there that could kill us. We fear it could be giant squid and people harpooning for crabs. This gives us a sense of urgency to get out of the water, but neither [Stevie Nicks] or I are able to swim. We somehow make it up onto a boat that has two men dressed in the Greek flag. Dream ends.

Unconscious Subconscious

2012-01-03T16:21:00.000-08:00

This blog is going to serve as a virtual journal documenting the bizarre goings on of my unconscious subconscious through both the media of written text and interpretive doodles.

For privacy purposes, instead of using actual individuals names in the posts, I will put their name in [these square things] and create new ones. I will also make no additions or subtractions from the dreams to make them sound more or less peculiar.

As I have been keeping hard copy documentations of my dreams for the past two years, I will begin the process of uploading these first, and then posting new ones when they occur.

Sweet dreams.