Recent dreams to August 14, 2009

These are going to be fairly short. I'm just writing them to get the juices flowing. Most of them occurred a while ago, and so are very fragmented. I've noticed that most of them have to do with the theme of "my living space". I don't know if that's just because I spend so much of my time in my home, or if there's something important there, or what.

The first dream is quite short. It's basically just an image. It's an image of the place I had my first internship. It was the first time I lived with a girl, though in a non-romantic capacity. There was either a sunrise or a sunset. I'm inclined to believe it was a sunset, but I think it represented a sunrise, better. It had the feeling of great possibility and future and happiness. My house was quite small and short. The inside was gray, but not depressing. It was just contrasted with the beauty of the sunrise. Interestingly, one of my friends just got a job in that same place. I guess it's just on my mind. I think he's going to do well. I don't know if I'd want to work there again, but I certainly experienced a lot of new things, there.

This second dream is a little more animated, though not much. It's around twilight, and there's a social gathering going on around my first apartment. Well, it doesn't look at all like my first apartment, but that's what it represents. Anyway, I don't really want to call it a party. There are people, and they're chatting and getting ready to start drinking. My high-school algebra teacher is there, just as another college student. She's really fairly close to my age. She's not particularly attractive, but she has a nice body and her curly red hair and glasses are good, too. Well, I leave the apartment to go wandering around the complex. I don't think I'm going anywhere specific, just "away". I'm not really trying to get away from people, just from that number of people. I tend to like small groups of people in real life, too. Three or four is about perfect. Less than that is a bit awkward/boring, and more than that and I start to get shy.

This last part is kind of a conglomeration of multiple, similar dreams. Well, they're not THAT similar, they just kind of "feel" the same. All of them are about interesting college houses. One of them is a house that feels like a stage set. Things are always being built. Additions are being made. There is a hole in a wall that has a huge balloon behind it... on the inside of the house. A similar house consists of multiple levels, but it is very narrow. The stairs almost take up the entire living area. There is only really enough room to sleep, but on the top floor, there are sleeping bags jammed in everywhere possible. It is completely plain wood. No plastic, metal, or even paint. Very spartan.

Another of the houses feels like a very large, very luxurious frat house. The bedrooms are huge, and there are multiple beds in each room. Each room has an exorbitant amount of "stuff" in them, but they are all tidy and attractive. I think I may have been kicked out, for some unspecified reason, and had to move into a "cabin" kind of temporary housing facility. There were two rows of bunks, with an aisle in the middle. A lot of my stuff was stored in a shared closet, and some of the other people were complaining about it. I guess they were actually living there, while I was passing through. It felt kind of like a prison, though.

The final house was the most interesting. I actually had adventures in the basement. This was no ordinary basement, though. There were bottomless chasms and spikes that came out of the walls and such. It certainly wasn't frightening. In fact, I've never actually had a nightmare. If I have, the memory has been totally repressed. I don't think I've ever woken up feeling scared at all. I've woken up feeling disappointed. "Shit, I was just about fuck that girl!" But, nothing frightening. Well, most of the time, we just did practice runs in the basement. We never went as far as the "dungeon" actually goes. One day, though, we did decide to go to the end. I think we found a guy and tried to make our way out. We got to the beginning, but that's where the dream stops. I guess I got bored. :P

I may try to discuss the symbolism later. It's quite late for me, though. I'll try to dredge up some new material tomorrow morning. ;) Oh, wait, I guess it's "today" morning. God, it's late.