March 31, 2014
Dreamed of a brilliant idea for a television show that would feature me playing games of basketball against teams of kindergarten students. Somehow this all seemed funny, especially because i’d conceived of the perfect name for the show. Waking in the middle of the night with this name in my head, after laying for a while in the dark certain that it was so profound that i wouldn’t forget it, i thought i’d better write it down. Typing in the dark i came out with this:
fkoty fays
i knew it was wrong, but figured it was sure to jog my memory. Now i have no idea.
March 30, 2013
AFter many other dreams this morning I ended up in “the creator’s house” – that is, the creator of the dreams. It had endless rooms and staircases and I began to become lucid as I realized that the rooms would continue in whatever direction I chose to travel. I came upon a keyboard and sat down to write a song. Normally when I write songs in dreams they come out whole – words, music, arrangement – but as I was lucid it was more like writing by connecting fragments. Still, the fragments were strong and connected. A female voice from the next room asked me to come in to her, but i refused because I was busy with the song. There was some menace in her voice and somehow I knew it was a giant stuffed animal who would come out to get me if I didn’t go in. I prepared to fend her off with a curtain rod, but when she came out I saw that she was talking on an iphone and knew this phone was capable of reaching the waking world. My focus switched then from defending myself to getting a hold of that phone, so I could record the song I was working on and send it to my waking self through email.
March 27, 2016
This morning I dreamed I was playing a game with one other person and against one other. The game was played on a two dimensional map of the Earth, upon which ran the Moon and Sun. The game was played by taking control of either and trying then to capture the other.
At one point, I crossed over a certain square in the ocean off of SW Africa and became trapped. This was the Gate of Hell, and if you had any property in Hell you couldn’t pass over but had to enter inside. From my perspective looking down on the map I descended and found myself in a long open boat, like a Viking ship, with many people at the oars. We were rowing for the Gate. I called on Zeus and one other Olympian to send help, and each sent twenty spiritual corpses to accompany us.
We rowed through the gates but then found ourselves being led down the winding hallways of an office building that opened into an indoor mall with fountain. A romantic song played and it was as if it were a soft-rock hit from the 70’s. We all knew the words and sang along. The mood entering the Gate had been profoundly anxious, even bleak, but now were were all at ease. The antechamber to Hell was quite pleasant.
Then it struck me that we had to maintain a particular attitude and I began to lecture the group on what that was. It felt like a revelation about life in general but I can’t remember exactly what it was.
The Queen of Hell came out of her office to lead us into Hell proper. I was excited about what I’d understood and began to tell her that I knew how to get the best out of Hell. She replied, “We hate people like that, because they’re just here to steal from us.” To which I explained that what I’d meant was how to get the best out of the experience of Hell.
We passed by a pharmacy and looking inside I realized I’d forgotten my toothbrush. I told her I ought to go in and buy one. She told me not to bother because it was forbidden to spit in Hell. I thought instantly that this was an example of how the right attitude was essential, because even though it was forbidden to spit in Hell it’d be better to swallow than to just give up on dental hygiene.