The dream sequences in movies always seem a little over the top to me. The sleepy character's easy acceptance of the reality, the jarring and obvious out of place feeling once it ends, and the occasional blur around the edges all make it feel a little over the top.
The portrayal of them also, to a point, make it seem like these larger than life, real feeling dreams are more common than they actually are. I mean, sure you believe your dream as a character in it, but most people don't actually remember their dreams and there are very few dreams that remain to have a sense of reality once you awaken. I have had only a few in my lifetime.
The other dream, that until a few years ago I didn't fully believe existed, is the good dream. The really, really good dream. I mean, so sublimely good you'll try to dream it again dream. The you wake up with a smile on your face and lightness in your heart dream.
These dreams have a way of tapping into our emotions more than the, lets face it, odd and bizarre dreams we are more likely to experience in a normal night. (The I'm juggling monkeys but no one thinks it is odd type of dream.) When you miss someone, I think you are very often prone to the emotional types of dreams. The ones that tap into your memory bank, pull on actual real feelings. These dreams more likely however make you feel sad when you awake because the person you are dreaming of is gone or no longer with you period.
So what I'm talking about are simply just good dreams.
I had one a few years back. I was coming out of a very elaborate building that somehow, and completely unrealistically, gave me a nostalgic feeling for the back porch of my childhood home. It was sunny and before me was a garden that was so incredibly beautiful I wanted to cry tears of dreamy joy. This dream however was quickly ruined by the sudden appearance of an acquaintance of mine who came over and whispered in my ear that I was dreaming. Then robots attacked.
I never thought I'd be able to have a dream so real and so full of joy again, even if that one did end in destruction (thanks a lot Brad). But the other night I did. The dream started out with Chris and I visiting another country. This country is completely fake and has only been in my dreams once or twice before. It is a place fond of hedge mazes, lush foliage, and dinner parties. It was a typical dream. A little odd in parts, not everything explained, but then we go shopping at this store located in the large post of a bridge. Chris, feeling generous and apparently coming into some money he had not yet told me about, starts telling store clerks he wants to purchase anything I show interest in. I normally would resist such things, as dream me does, but this is not the point of the dream, it is merely the turning point of the dream because while they are boxing all my things up, Chris suggests I go out and walk along the bridge.
This is were I hit euphoria.
This bridge, very large with a lane for driving and a lane for biking and walking (both very wide) is completely made out of brick, that light various shades of off white brick. The bridge is massive, crossing a very, very large river or perhaps a small ocean or inlet. The sun is about to set, that kind of high light, not yet pink and orange, but fading. I get a full panoramic view (my dreams are pretty much 9 out of 10 times dreamed in 3rd person). One of the many people on the bridge happens to be my friend Pinky, and we greet each other with enthusiasm, and decide to go jogging on the bridge. We change quickly into the most comfortable and cute jogging outfits ever (in a little changing room located on the bridge) and then take a very wonderful jog along this amazing, beautiful bridge in the beautiful, setting sun light. Just as it occurs to me that I know most of the people on the bridge and they are not merely random tourists, I begin to wake up, and the complete high fades very, very quickly until I am lying in my bed, my eyes a little dry, the blanket a little too warm.
While my attempt to re-dream this dream has made falling asleep easier (Chris has a theory about this) I have not been able to dream it again. Indeed I have been merely rewarded with very awkward and bizarre dreams and wake up feeling a little frustrated at my failure.
I wish I knew what it was that illicit such dreams. I can't remember the state of my life the last time I had such a feel goody dream, but I had spent the Friday (the day I had it) relaxing with Christopher, having napped in the afternoon. I should have been working and while the day was good I had felt guilty about it. I can't think of any real life circumstances that triggered the events, or why outdoor scenery seems to play such a key role to my feel good dreams.
Perhaps this is for the best though, as if we could trigger these dreams at will, we may choose to never wake from them.
The portrayal of them also, to a point, make it seem like these larger than life, real feeling dreams are more common than they actually are. I mean, sure you believe your dream as a character in it, but most people don't actually remember their dreams and there are very few dreams that remain to have a sense of reality once you awaken. I have had only a few in my lifetime.
The other dream, that until a few years ago I didn't fully believe existed, is the good dream. The really, really good dream. I mean, so sublimely good you'll try to dream it again dream. The you wake up with a smile on your face and lightness in your heart dream.
These dreams have a way of tapping into our emotions more than the, lets face it, odd and bizarre dreams we are more likely to experience in a normal night. (The I'm juggling monkeys but no one thinks it is odd type of dream.) When you miss someone, I think you are very often prone to the emotional types of dreams. The ones that tap into your memory bank, pull on actual real feelings. These dreams more likely however make you feel sad when you awake because the person you are dreaming of is gone or no longer with you period.
So what I'm talking about are simply just good dreams.
I had one a few years back. I was coming out of a very elaborate building that somehow, and completely unrealistically, gave me a nostalgic feeling for the back porch of my childhood home. It was sunny and before me was a garden that was so incredibly beautiful I wanted to cry tears of dreamy joy. This dream however was quickly ruined by the sudden appearance of an acquaintance of mine who came over and whispered in my ear that I was dreaming. Then robots attacked.
I never thought I'd be able to have a dream so real and so full of joy again, even if that one did end in destruction (thanks a lot Brad). But the other night I did. The dream started out with Chris and I visiting another country. This country is completely fake and has only been in my dreams once or twice before. It is a place fond of hedge mazes, lush foliage, and dinner parties. It was a typical dream. A little odd in parts, not everything explained, but then we go shopping at this store located in the large post of a bridge. Chris, feeling generous and apparently coming into some money he had not yet told me about, starts telling store clerks he wants to purchase anything I show interest in. I normally would resist such things, as dream me does, but this is not the point of the dream, it is merely the turning point of the dream because while they are boxing all my things up, Chris suggests I go out and walk along the bridge.
This is were I hit euphoria.
This bridge, very large with a lane for driving and a lane for biking and walking (both very wide) is completely made out of brick, that light various shades of off white brick. The bridge is massive, crossing a very, very large river or perhaps a small ocean or inlet. The sun is about to set, that kind of high light, not yet pink and orange, but fading. I get a full panoramic view (my dreams are pretty much 9 out of 10 times dreamed in 3rd person). One of the many people on the bridge happens to be my friend Pinky, and we greet each other with enthusiasm, and decide to go jogging on the bridge. We change quickly into the most comfortable and cute jogging outfits ever (in a little changing room located on the bridge) and then take a very wonderful jog along this amazing, beautiful bridge in the beautiful, setting sun light. Just as it occurs to me that I know most of the people on the bridge and they are not merely random tourists, I begin to wake up, and the complete high fades very, very quickly until I am lying in my bed, my eyes a little dry, the blanket a little too warm.
While my attempt to re-dream this dream has made falling asleep easier (Chris has a theory about this) I have not been able to dream it again. Indeed I have been merely rewarded with very awkward and bizarre dreams and wake up feeling a little frustrated at my failure.
I wish I knew what it was that illicit such dreams. I can't remember the state of my life the last time I had such a feel goody dream, but I had spent the Friday (the day I had it) relaxing with Christopher, having napped in the afternoon. I should have been working and while the day was good I had felt guilty about it. I can't think of any real life circumstances that triggered the events, or why outdoor scenery seems to play such a key role to my feel good dreams.
Perhaps this is for the best though, as if we could trigger these dreams at will, we may choose to never wake from them.
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