vr_trakowski: (metaphor)
I dream more vividly and clearly if I leave off my CPAP machine. Which I try not to do, even though I usually enjoy the dreams, but this past weekend I kept drifting off without it.

The landscape set in trees, with ancient buildings half built into the ground, was stunning enough, but the colors--the sky was so deep a blue as to be almost upper-atmosphere, and the air was so clear.  And the light was brilliant.  There was a mud-edged road running past, that had a trick of looking like a tall cliff when one peered over the edge.  My mother had a guidebook about the place and we laughed at the illusion of the road.  

And then it deteriorated into something that wanted to be horror but didn't quite make it, invoking Labyrinth and The Princess Bride and voluntary sacrifice.  Which just shows my age, really.  

But the colors.  

Hmm.

Mar. 3rd, 2014 06:52 pm
vr_trakowski: (artichoke)
I’ve been dreaming of pet stores lately.  This is not surprising, as I used to work in one long and long ago, but it is notable to be presented with the idea of keeping a betta, which is not a fish I have ever cared about (and it’s been even longer since I kept a fish at all).

Last night, sequentially, it seemed a terrific idea to purchase one of those small slender white-ringed red snakes (possibly a milk snake?).  Now, I like snakes, but I have not been tempted to own one as I would probably feel excessively sorry for its meals.  Nonetheless, this progression is intriguing.

I await the next suggestion with interest. 
vr_trakowski: (Default)
I have been dreaming recently of loss and restoration.  I am not puzzled; I have lost a family member this year in a non-lethal but very definitive fashion, and part of me is still staring in bewilderment at the gap and whimpering.  But I could do without the loss part of the dreams, especially when it leaves blood all over the back seat of my dream-car. 

On the other hand, it is always good to dream of a loved one come back to life, even if it's sad to wake up.  I would close my eyes eagerly every night for that.  Ah, Moosie, I miss you still--it's only been sixteen years. 

Memeage

Apr. 3rd, 2012 08:15 pm
vr_trakowski: (Default)
Comment to this post, and I will list seven things I want you to talk about. They might make sense or they might be totally random. Then post that list, with your commentary, to your journal. Other people can get lists from you, and the meme merrily perpetuates itself.

[personal profile] phdelicious kindly provided the following:

Dreams--I enjoy them, as long as they're reasonably pleasant.  I have recurring landscapes in my head, including an entire mall that I revisit from time to time, and my sleeping brain also has an obsession with elevators (they rarely move in just one dimension) and, of all things, parking garages (no idea).  I have obsessive dreams about trying to get to a store to buy scones and clotted cream.  And nearly all my dreams have crowds of people I don't know.  

Writing--What I do for fun, as anyone who's reading this should know.  :P  One of my two-point-five talents.†  Actually, it's not writing in the strictest sense most of the time; it's typing.  My handwriting is awful; I deliberately cultivated sloppy writing as a child, in a reaction to my peers dotting all their "i"s with hearts, but even now writing clearly requires effort and my mother theorizes that I have a learning disability.☎  

Pets--The stuff of life.  I can't imagine growing up without them!  Five cats, two dogs, three rats, five guinea pigs, a gerbil, a turtle, and countless fish.  Never let your father name the gerbil--Alphonse, really?  And sometimes the nicknames are more fun than the formal ones--there was Squippy, Jack the Nipper☂, the Fluffbomb, the Calorie Pointer, Rupert, the dog we named after my great-aunt--and mustn't forget Mom's previous cat, whose given name was Saufie.  It stood for Smart Ass Under Foot.  Which she most definitely was. 

Fairytales--Practically infinite resources for the imaginative.  Even the most familiar and worn-out of tales can be refreshed into something new--take the concept and run with it, invert it, flip it inside out and dance with it.  Check out those from other cultures, and see what's the same and what's different.  Confound expectations.  Play.☛ 

Monuments--I am rarely impressed by them.  I saw Mount Rushmore and wondered why anyone had spent time on that. 

Vacation--I keep thinking about taking a week off to get stuff done, and then realising✈ that I'd probably just sit around and amuse myself on the computer, and get nothing accomplished... 

Laughter--To be expected, when my family gets together.  We love to laugh.  Sit us down to eat, and the puns start flying; leave us there long enough, and we begin uniting efforts to make my mother crack up (by no means an easy task).  This can be somewhat daunting to guests.  As [personal profile] jeanniemac stated long ago, "Dinner at the [name redacted] cannot be described; it can only be experienced."§ 


†Reading, and I throw a decent pot with some practice. 

☎I really predate the focus on learning disabilities.  I'm not at all convinced she's right, and if I do it's quite minor, but it's true that I can't do much of anything that requires fine motor control in the fingers. 

☂Almost.  

☛The recent upsurge in fairytale TV amuses me, and I admit to being a fan of OUAT, but that ain't exactly quality stuff.  Try
Castle Waiting (thank you [personal profile] cincoflex!) and Robin McKinley if you want the good crack.  Or even Charles deLint, though his quality wobbles all over the place. 

✈Still stuck between American English and British English.  Sigh. 

§We hand out magnets if they don't run screaming.
 

vr_trakowski: (Default)
I dreamed, among other things, that I was trying to hold off hospital personnel long enough to get hold of [personal profile] jeanniemac's sister so that we and her family could try to find a door into Narnia.  I'm kind of glad I didn't get as far as Narnia, because knowing my brain it would have screwed it up somehow, but it also makes me sad, because I think Bethie would love it there--and the rest of us would too... 
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Just woke from a nap that was mostly preparation for an upcoming zombie outbreak, à la Feed, but with mix-ins like ancient Egyptian figurines, a garbage truck, Jayne from Firefly (briefly), an iPad, and several of the cast from Criminal Intent.  I don't know if an old Victorian house was really the best pick as a refuge, but it seemed like a good idea at the time (serious modifications were being planned) and there were going to be a lot of people staying there, including my mother. 

And Hotch would make an excellent leader for that kind of thing, as well as the sideline he was doing of rescuing a young woman from a pretty nasty situation.  Reid was in charge of finding the secret passages in the walls, which are something that crop up every so often in my dreams, but I don't know how he would feel about the kids following him around.  

Having the dream then shift to seeing Silver decide not to take on the rat in my apartment was therefore somewhat of an anticlimax, even if the rat was as big as she was and looked more like a white Rex than anything else. 

vr_trakowski: (inner balance)
Apparently my subconscious has a thing not only for parking garages and elevators but for interconnections.  I used to have a familiar street in my dreams, of shops all linked together; it was something akin to the mall I dream about from time to time, in that I know where everything is even if I can't reach it. 

But I also have a basement that is a series of rooms in sequence, though they are not at all similar.  They often have books in them (big surprise, I know).  And they're a little like the long house I dream of from time to time, the one that is based very vaguely on the one my grandparents lived in when I was small. 

Such amazingly detailed landscapes in my head, and most of the detail goes unused.  It makes me want to take control and explore, and yet I never manage it.  
vr_trakowski: (inner balance)
Apparently my subconscious has a thing not only for parking garages and elevators but for interconnections.  I used to have a familiar street in my dreams, of shops all linked together; it was something akin to the mall I dream about from time to time, in that I know where everything is even if I can't reach it. 

But I also have a basement that is a series of rooms in sequence, though they are not at all similar.  They often have books in them (big surprise, I know).  And they're a little like the long house I dream of from time to time, the one that is based very vaguely on the one my grandparents lived in when I was small. 

Such amazingly detailed landscapes in my head, and most of the detail goes unused.  It makes me want to take control and explore, and yet I never manage it.  

Oooh.

Feb. 27th, 2011 09:55 am
vr_trakowski: (Dark Crystal)
Last night I dreamed I was wearing a fantastic purple dragon necklace.  I'd never wear it in real life--far too big, it took up half my collarbone--but it was gorgeous

Unlike most of my dream details, this probably exists somewhere, or at least the close equivalent.  But I have no desire to seek it out.  

Oooh.

Feb. 27th, 2011 09:55 am
vr_trakowski: (Dark Crystal)
Last night I dreamed I was wearing a fantastic purple dragon necklace.  I'd never wear it in real life--far too big, it took up half my collarbone--but it was gorgeous

Unlike most of my dream details, this probably exists somewhere, or at least the close equivalent.  But I have no desire to seek it out.  

*yawn*

Jan. 8th, 2011 10:33 pm
vr_trakowski: (inner balance)
I slept about fifteen hours today.  Which wastes the day, but I needed it.  And oh, the dreams...some more pleasant than others, but I loved the swimming pool, even if it did flood the basement.  And I again dreamed that my living space had more room.  It's intriguing, how often I dream that my apartment has an extra room to it, that I am astonished (in the dream) that I have not noticed/made use of.  Certainly I could use one! 

On another note, I've given the cat the heating pad again.  Much bliss is ensuing.  *grin* 

*yawn*

Jan. 8th, 2011 10:33 pm
vr_trakowski: (inner balance)
I slept about fifteen hours today.  Which wastes the day, but I needed it.  And oh, the dreams...some more pleasant than others, but I loved the swimming pool, even if it did flood the basement.  And I again dreamed that my living space had more room.  It's intriguing, how often I dream that my apartment has an extra room to it, that I am astonished (in the dream) that I have not noticed/made use of.  Certainly I could use one! 

On another note, I've given the cat the heating pad again.  Much bliss is ensuing.  *grin* 
vr_trakowski: (time)
I dreamed that Sneakers had come back this morning, almost as thin as she was when she died; standing with her mother on my bed and purring loudly as I stroked her.  In the dream I knew she had been dead, and was baffled but thrilled to have her back, though I was a little worried because she wasn't healthy again.  

Waking from that sort of dream is always doubly sad, because I remember that it's not true after all. 
vr_trakowski: (time)
I dreamed that Sneakers had come back this morning, almost as thin as she was when she died; standing with her mother on my bed and purring loudly as I stroked her.  In the dream I knew she had been dead, and was baffled but thrilled to have her back, though I was a little worried because she wasn't healthy again.  

Waking from that sort of dream is always doubly sad, because I remember that it's not true after all. 

Ugh.

Sep. 19th, 2010 05:04 am
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I just had a nightmare. 

Not the straightforward scary types; those I can deal with a bit better.  This was purely psychological, where nothing that happens is overtly frightening, but the emotions, the overall plot, are terrifying, horrifying. 

So now I'm awake, and I'm going to stay awake a while longer, because if I go back to sleep too soon I might find myself in it again.  *shudder* 

I hate nightmares. 

Ugh.

Sep. 19th, 2010 05:04 am
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I just had a nightmare. 

Not the straightforward scary types; those I can deal with a bit better.  This was purely psychological, where nothing that happens is overtly frightening, but the emotions, the overall plot, are terrifying, horrifying. 

So now I'm awake, and I'm going to stay awake a while longer, because if I go back to sleep too soon I might find myself in it again.  *shudder* 

I hate nightmares. 
vr_trakowski: (hormones)
I took a nap this afternoon and experienced a dream that was--I'd love to say unholy, but it just doesn't fit--an amalgam of an idea that came to me after seeing Dealers for the first time in years, and Charlie Bartlett, one of whose commentaries I watched before the nap.  Dealers is just as much fun as it was before, with Paul McGann to luxuriate in and some terrific moments, and it was doubly fun to see Paul Guilfoyle playing a high-powered investment bank executive even if he wasn't the one who got to snorgle Rebecca De Mornay.  Don't watch it with kids, though.  Come to think of it, Charlie Bartlett has an R rating, which doesn't make sense to me. 

I also just finished watching Only You, which is dumbass and predictable and stalkerish, but the shoe-salesman moments made me howl.  The dresses were impossible and the scenery delightful, and the line about the "beauties of Pittsburgh" is a classic, I'll admit.  I love long weekends. 
vr_trakowski: (hormones)
I took a nap this afternoon and experienced a dream that was--I'd love to say unholy, but it just doesn't fit--an amalgam of an idea that came to me after seeing Dealers for the first time in years, and Charlie Bartlett, one of whose commentaries I watched before the nap.  Dealers is just as much fun as it was before, with Paul McGann to luxuriate in and some terrific moments, and it was doubly fun to see Paul Guilfoyle playing a high-powered investment bank executive even if he wasn't the one who got to snorgle Rebecca De Mornay.  Don't watch it with kids, though.  Come to think of it, Charlie Bartlett has an R rating, which doesn't make sense to me. 

I also just finished watching Only You, which is dumbass and predictable and stalkerish, but the shoe-salesman moments made me howl.  The dresses were impossible and the scenery delightful, and the line about the "beauties of Pittsburgh" is a classic, I'll admit.  I love long weekends. 
vr_trakowski: (hormones)
I watched Friends and Lovers last night.  Not a movie one can take at all seriously--most of the characters were annoying, stupid, or both--but even if it were I couldn't have, because every time Mr. Downey's character came on screen I started laughing hysterically.  Before he had any dialogue, even. 

Despite character similarities to Hugo Pool, he really reminded me far more of Val Kilmer in The Saint, of which I am very fond.  The latter's a much better film, though. 

On an unrelated note, it's such a waste to dream of waiting for a bus.  Though the milkweed was fun. 

vr_trakowski: (hormones)
I watched Friends and Lovers last night.  Not a movie one can take at all seriously--most of the characters were annoying, stupid, or both--but even if it were I couldn't have, because every time Mr. Downey's character came on screen I started laughing hysterically.  Before he had any dialogue, even. 

Despite character similarities to Hugo Pool, he really reminded me far more of Val Kilmer in The Saint, of which I am very fond.  The latter's a much better film, though. 

On an unrelated note, it's such a waste to dream of waiting for a bus.  Though the milkweed was fun. 

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