Welcome to my dreamworld. I decided to write down one of my dreams for once. I have a few others that I remember and I may write them down too. I’ve read that if you write down your dreams after waking up (no guarantees whether I’ll be doing that) your brain will go “Duhhh.. Remembering dreams is important” and you’ll remember dreams more often and get to discover what your brain is doing in your absence. Anyway, I like my brain, it mixes and matches all sorts of random stuff when I’m dreaming… Actually, if I judge my brain by the dreams it gives me, I’d have to say my brain is just weird.
Me and someone else were standing in front of a building, which turned out to be a seven story shopping mall. We were all excited and went inside. On the ground floor, there were all sorts of secondhand things. At some point, we saw paintings of canyons or valleys(1) and some of them were in black and white. As soon as I noticed this and said it to the person besides me, all paintings became black and white paintings and the dream even changed so that they had been black and white all that time. The second person (I really don’t know who it was, maybe a girl from the international student house) wanted to take a picture of the last painting, and suddenly my dream-me said she (I?) recognized it and that it was a sketch from XKCD (2), but I don’t think there ever was a sketch/strip with a canyon/valley. :S
We walked back from the paintings and then my parents and brother were there and we were looking at all sorts of secondhand stuff. Everybody chose all things they wanted to have. I don’t remember what I got, but my mom got a couch and a refrigerator. We decided we didn’t need the couch and then we started to discuss whether we wanted to keep the fridge. At first the fridge looked like one of those old-fashioned mailboxes (see images below), but also with some green in it, and while we were discussing it, it changed into a statue of an upheld hand in which a cross was embedded and even later it changed to a normal, white mini fridge. This fridge stood on top of a small table and suddenly (don’t ask, I don’t know how my brain does it) there was smoke. My dad moved the fridge with one hand, kind of sliding it off the table easily – it didn’t weigh anything apparently – and then the small table the fridge was standing on was actually a barbecue with sausages on it (3)! This barbecue was part of the refrigerator. And those sausages were burning! :O So I did the first logical thing to stop that: I pulled the power cord out of the wall socket to stop this creepy hybrid from doing whatever it was made to be doing.
However, there was still smoke, and I knew that the fire alarm wouldn’t stop until the smoke had dissipated (2). I told my dad to get rid of the smoke (Y’know, get a towel and wave it to get the smoke away from the fire alarms) and I ran across the ground floor yelling “false alarm” (5) to every staff member I could find. Nobody was really panicking, except a handful of people, so apparently yelling false alarm worked (of course it did, it’s my own dream 😉 ) but then an employee reminded me that I had lost my umbrella (6)… … Um, yeah. I wasn’t even carrying one in the beginning of the dream, but of course now that the dream had changed, I had been carrying one all along.
So I started looking for my umbrella. I walked through some hallways and passed some elevators, and there were plenty of umbrella’s everywhere: in umbrella stands, on the floors, in the windowsills. But my umbrella wasn’t there. Then, at the end of a hallway, there were people guarding the umbrella’s. My task was to obtain an umbrella from one of those body guards, so I dived in and Yay! I got one 🙂 That’s when the dream changed into a match between me and someone else trying to get the umbrella’s – umbrella’s that later changed to round palm-size disks – as fast as we could, racing each other, and people trying to prevent us from taking them. It was my turn to race someone (apparently other people raced eachother as well, but it was my dream so of course it only showed the bits where I was actually doing something 😛 ), and we had to wait for the elevator doors to open. In each elevator was one body guard, guarding the disks (yes, disks now) and we had to get them. And I was so strong! Heheh. I just pushed the guy aside with one hand and got the disk. Next, I had to place the disk on one of the many tatami’s (7) in the room and each tatami was -again- being guarded. And I got points for getting the disk on certain tatami’s. I managed to place the disk on a tatami, scoring points and being the fastest and then I wanted to prove how strong I was (silly isn’t it?) and I got the disk back and placed it on three or four more tatami’s, pushing the guys aside easily and scoring lots of points!!!11 It’s a bit pointless to participate if you can win easily, I know, I guess my brain was in a state of awesomeness… Did I mention one of those guys had jumped on me trying to pin me down but I just got up and walked around with him on my back and pushed the other huge guys out of the way without breaking a sweat?
Then, the game changed into Wie is… de Mol? (The Mole) and I joined the contestants, but since I joined them later, the rules weren’t clear to me – well, to my dream-me. The next assignment was coming up and we would have to play sherades (hints) and we’d have to enact a book title, something with a peacock in the title. Don’t remember, this is where the dream ended I think.
(1) I had lunch somewhere during my stay in Japan, where they had books of famous Japanese painters, and I distinctly remember a painting of a valley. I’m pretty sure that’s what inspired this part of the dream.
(2) I don’t read that many comics, but the list is steadily growing.
(3) Last week, I went to Omimaiko with Bar This Way and we barbecued (is that a verb?), so that’s where this may come from.
(4) Living in a student house with a too sensitive fire alarm has traumatized me for life, apparently.
(5) In aforementioned student house, everyone had gotten so used to the fire alarm, that we were quite sure that if there ever was a real fire, nobody would respond to the alarm anymore. That’s why we started yelling “false alarm” every time it went off, so that people would know when it was for real. In other words, when nobody was yelling “false alarm”, people would come out of their room.. Of course, this system wasn’t foolproof, because when a fire alarm starts shrieking bloody murder right above your head, informing people that there’s no fire is never priority 1, stopping the wretched sound is.
(6) [p2p type=”id” value=”1993″ text=”I lost my umbrella in Osaka”] and this part of the dream was inspired by that. Yes, I’m sure of that. It’s my own brain 😉
(7) Tatami are Japanese floor mats. I don’t have to explain where this reference comes from, do I?