Dreaming

Song of the Day: Sent Here For a Reason by Hans Zimmer

Activity of the day: Notebook writing, planning, dreaming (of the future, not giant squids).

I had this strange dream earlier in the week that has stuck with me. I also thought that I would make it my point to use this blog as a pseudo dream diary - I'm hoping to learn how to lucid dream, so I intend to map out my dreams, and the process of learning how to lucid dream. Let's see if I can do it!

The first dream I'm going to document was a doozy. I'm not entirely sure what it means.

I'm on the beach with a trio of friends from Bard. I use the term friends very loosely as they are a trio of people who I only ever saw on campus, and don't think I ever spoke with. One of these people was a girl who friended me on facebook, but I only saw once in Kline.

We are on the beach, but the water is off limits due to a giant squid attack. We can actually see a string of islands off shore, and the giant squid - an interesting shade of purplish blue (or bluish purple) - is tearing apart a cabin on one of the far off islands. The girl turns to me with a mischievous grin and says: "Let's swim out to one of those other islands."

At first I say no, don't you see the squid is attacking? But she says that we'll swim around; so, I say ok and we dive in, regardless of the rules.

I find that we swim really fast. The ocean water is perfectly clear and I recall that I'm very focused on the sand at the bottom of the bay as it skates by at blurred speeds. It's almost as though when I'm swimming I'm focused entirely on the seafloor rather than my destination. Next thing I know, we've arrived at one of the other islands. We swim in an inlet that is surrounded on three sides by a high cliff.

When the time comes to go, we peer through a hole in a cliff face and see that the squid has moved to an island that is between us and the shore - it's tearing apart another cabin. We have to get past the squid to get to shore. At first, we try to devise a means by which we might sneak around the creature. That is, until one of the other three suggests that we instead attack the squid in a preemptive strike.

We go with that plan and use our super fast swimming to surprise the squid. I punch it a couple times, while the girl kicks at it from the rear (do squids even have rears?). One of the guys tries to twist its arrow-head shaped head so that it'll explode. Unaffected, the squid wraps us in its tentacles and spins around quickly - so quickly that colors swirl together and I get sick. I am certain that it's going to kill us all.

Aaaaand that's the dream. Again, I have no idea what it might mean, but I'm sure it's packed with subconscious thoughts that my brain is trying to tell me.

The hypochondriac in me wonders if my brain is trying to tell me that the spinning is from having brain cancer. Because that's how brain cancer manifests, obviously.