My most vivid lucid dream yet, in which after becoming lucid, I escaped from captivity by climbing up 4 shelves and evaporating through a brick wall, freed my family, and led them outside into a daisy covered English garden with rays of morning sunlight shining down. "If I'm dreaming, I should be able to see my hands" I thought, and looked at them, dropping them to my sides, and looked at them a 2nd time. The light shone between my fingers in fragmented beams filled with diamonds and precious stones. As I moved my hands, I felt like I would be able to enter another space or dimension via the light beams. I was overcome with joy, but lost focus when I spotted a drunken, rambling Michael Caine at my feet. He kept begging to give me a kiss. Eventually I reluctantly offered my cheek, and awoke.
Wednesday, 29 December 2010
Thursday, 23 December 2010
Gonzo (2007), Where The Buffalo Roam (1980), Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas (1998) Dream: a giggling teletubby played scenes from the Vietnam War on its belly (straight out of the Vegas hotel suite in Fear and Loathing?), whilst Velvet looked on. I became lucid in this dream and was able to visualise my hands, but wasn't able to grasp objects or walk without sinking thru the floor. I noticed my chipped nail polish though!
Thursday, 16 December 2010
A dream I had in the early hours of Tuesday morning. In this dream, I had found an article in a copy of December 1980 Playboy magazine (I have an extensive Playboy collection) in which Julian Assange was being interviewed about the fact that he had been accused of extorsion and framed for money laundering (Julian Assange would've been 9 years old in 1980, but that didn't seem of consequence in the dream). He had been extradited to the US and was sitting on death row (I hope this wasn't a premonition?) Having found this article, I scanned it and posted it on Facebook (I have clearly been spending too much time on there if I'm dreaming about it!). I instantly got a facebook comment from Regan, who posted a link to a database of a ton of surveilance footage and photos of myself from when I had lived in London and travelled on London transport?
Wednesday, 15 December 2010
A dream which followed the Alfred Hitchcock movie Rope (1948), in which my boyfriend and his brother were larking about onboard the MTB 219, whilst my friend Ruby Blues helped my cousin Amy to try on burlesque outfits. All of a sudden, a storm came and a gigantic whale flicked its tail, creating a tsunami which inadvertantly saved us by beaching us ashore.... oh and the dream contained this random quote: "The sum of a child's education can be contained in a box of sewing thread".
Monday, 13 December 2010
A dream I had about going home to find my grandad (who died in 2003) watching Match of The Day, and telling him how much I had missed watching Man Utd with him. I never really got over his death as I was away in London and did not get the chance to say goodbye to him. He inspired my love of classic film and I will be dedicating "I Dream In Celluloid" to him.
Friday, 10 December 2010
Que He Hecho YO Para Merecer Esto (1985) - English Title: What Have I done to Deserve This? The Pedro Almodovar masterpiece inspired some odd dream wanderings in the bushes outside my hometown local pub, in a fabulous red sequined outfit, accompanied by Robert Smith of The Cure, with my teeth rotting and falling out.... The Jazz Singer (1980) culminated in a dream in which a group of petrified small children were thrown from their picnic blanket by bloodsuckers masquerading as The Care Bears.....
Saturday, 4 December 2010
Friday, 3 December 2010
A very fun Fairground /Adelaide Fringe / Farm mash-up dream with carousels and funhouse mirrors and friends having fun.