Dreaming

I just had one of the strangest dreams in the world (actually, I had two, I done that annoying 'waking up in the middle of one then failing asleep to a completely new one' thing), which prompted me to write this post that I've been dancing about for a while - dreaming.

The reason I've been dancing around it is that it's a pretty cliched topic, but the onset of the new philosophy module I've taken made me reconsider it a wee bit, and also the new writing project I'm thinking about doing (more on that in a bit) relies heavy on dreams and that pretty abstract part of our minds, so I thought it'd be a pretty good time to start it. This post will probably be a bit weird because one, I'm absolutely shattered (I just woke up!) and two, it will probably contain a load of philosophical, stupid and pointless questions within it, and not actually make any kind of solid argument/point. But hey, that's philosophy isn't it?

Anyway, I thought I'd start by actually telling you one of the dreams I had last night. It involved me and Dr. House. So it started off here - I was walking with him around the area near the Rosebank in Falkirk (I actually didn't realise that until now), and then he suddenly disappeared. I looked round and he was standing at the very top of a hill, that was way way way too steep to actually exist in real life. And he beckoned me to get up it. So I spent quite a while trying to climb the hill, during which several old men walked past me with ease. I eventually got to the top of the hill, where I meet House again, and we continue. We then walked past the church in which I used to go to BBs in (which is pretty impossible considering that's in Larbert) and all the old BB people are there, Mr. Speed, Gary? (I think that's his name) and all the other leaders and such. So I stop to say hello, and Mr. Speed looks up at me with both his eyes facing out in opposite directions and starts wailing at me that 'I left him'. He's also got a black eye. At this point, all the other BBs start shouting and going a bit crazy, till I eventually leave. Me and House keep walking around, when we end up at a house (this is going to get confusing, so I'm going to replace house with home), which apparently belongs to House's ex-wife. Now I'm pretty sure that his ex-wife was Stacey (can't actually remember if they were married), and this woman was nothing like Stacey. So we both badgered her on for ages to try and get back with House, and then she left her home. We started rummaging about in her home, until she suddenly came back in a helicopter, which landed in her garden. It smashed her back window on her home. We ran round the corner and hid behind a few bins, but her sister (?) came round and told us she knew where she was. House's ex-wife then came round and we pestered her to get back with him again for a while until she said no again and asked us to leave. House thanked me for the help and I exclaimed 'we should go pester Cuddy and Lucas now'. Whilst walking back we ended up walking across a motorway, then a roundabout. At the roundabout we met a black guy who was wearing a white glove (he wasn't MJ), who exclaimed to us in a very high pitch voice that someone had stolen his car as he was taking his driving test - then I woke up.

Now all that does seem pretty unbelievable, but I made sure to note it all down pretty much right when I woke up. The thing that's weird is that this only lasts for like, 5 - 10 minutes in real life, doesn't it? We could be off having crazy, epic journeys akin to Frodo or Aragorn (never used that 'akin' word before, if it's wrong tell me!) just in our sleep. So what are these dreams? Do they mean anything? There are literally hundreds of 'dream interpretation' websites, most of them relying on cliches and extremely drawn out reasons for certain things we dream about. But do they actually mean anything? Is it just our brain's way of showing us a film made up from (what seems like) fragmented memories and experiences? Not that I've ever met Hugh Laurie or have been married and tried to get an ex-wife back, but you know what I mean. I mean, the ex-wife and House not talking could relate to a load of things in my life - same with the BBs - but everything can be a bit too abstract to actually refer back to our lives at all. Like all the small things that dreams show you - for instance, the physical details of Mr. Speed, the black guy's story - and, come to think of it, the people that actually take part in your dreams. Cause now, thinking about it, that might not have been House. Sure, it looked like him, but I'm not even sure it was now. And when I was typing that out, several memories of that dream flashed back into my mind that I had left out, but they were way too difficult to actually pinpoint and explain. But the question I'm really pushing at is if they actually mean anything? What they are? What's the point? Are we all nothing but a huge machine, and our creator has a really bad habit of changing screen savers? Or are they just random thoughts, musings, fluctuations and remnants of memories coming back to us in our sleep and fusing together to create a sort of Frankenstein-memory that seems to make very little sense? I'm aware there is a scientific explanation for dreaming (the one that relates to REM and stuff, I can't be bothered getting into it here), but, I'm more interested in the abstract here. And, for fear of my head blowing up in confusion, I'm gonna stop there.

Now I hope you're all still with me after that tense changing/philosophically wrong/structurally unsound rant. I still have to mention about the new writing project which, I'm sure has got you all excited. Most people know I've been writing Black Sky for about one hundred and sixty years, but I'm actually thinking of taking a break from the writing aspect of it and focusing more on the game-making (for those of you who don't know, I'm making a game based on the story of Black Sky), and possibly starting something new. I actually mentioned it before, but the idea's changed somewhat, it'll be loosely based on a section of my life, but is now going to be far far far more abstract. Think Vanilla Sky mixed with Donnie Darko abstract. And, dreams are linked quite heavily to the supposed plot here, which prompted this slightly odd post. Which, also, brings this up. Now my memory is extremely bad, and remembering any sort of dream later in the day without first noting it down is pretty unrealistic, so I'm asking for all you guy's help as well (let's see if this can generate more replies than the not so successful '12 Days of Christmas). If any of you have a memorable dream that you wish to share, please comment this post/recurring posts with them! It would be extremely helpful for me. That being said, I'm not asking you to relive personal dreams/thoughts here, but if you have a kind of dream that was anything like the one I've just had, then let me know.

Next week, flying cats, astronauts dancing and forty carrots!
xxx

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