Weird Dreams
December 07, 2002
Ever since I’ve been here, I have been having some pretty strange dreams. In Vancouver, I would dream often but mostly the dreams would be fragments of a scene, like part of a story. Usually the stories would be very abstract and would make little sense to me when I pondered about them the morning after. Remember my XCom dream where all my friends didn’t help me even though they were armed to the hilt with weapons and I was being attacked by a gruesome alien? That didn’t make any sense at all.
In Japan, I have been having dreams that seem to make sense and are more coherent and complete. They are the whole play now. It may be a combination of a different sleeping schedule, new environment, new food (psychedelics??), and new everything. I usually sleep around 2 or 3am and wake up around 12pm. It may be too much sleep that’s causing these plays to be played in my head.
Last night I had three different, yet connected dreams. You do care to hear them right?
1. Someone from the ELI called me and asked if I can substitute teach for a day. I really wanted to do so. It was going to be on a Monday at 11am or something but I realized I had to work at 9:30am that day in my normal job (I actually don’t work that early). I really regretted it but I also realized I don’t have the qualifications to teach there anyway so I thought I should get that first. So all of a sudden, I was in this huge mansion studying and trying to get a TESOL. The mansion must have been the dream extension of my house in Vancouver because there were many aspects that were similar and I could navigate through it easily. As I was studying, many people suddenly appeared. Most of them were young kids who needed my help with homework. I felt so needed because they were all waiting quietly, studying and writing, as I helped them one by one. I worked with them until maybe 11pm or so. This dream might represent the homesickness and my new job intermingling. I always want to help people and being able to do so must’ve been a sign that if my “new” life and my “old” were to mix, it would be some sort of ideal?
2. Same house, right after that dream. A whole bunch of people who were my friends were over for a party. I recognized many of them but others were complete strangers but who were still my friends. This was where I found out Eri had cheated on my during our early days of dating. I was furious and extremely dissappointed. I don’t remember how I came to this conclusion, but by around 2am, we had talked about this for a lot and we were fine. I then decided that we had to break up. I don’t know why because minutes before, we worked it out. Anyways, I ended it and she left home. At first I was feeling free, as if I could have some sort of new beginning, some new adventure. But as 3am crept in, and as everyone left the house, I was feeling really lonely and sad. I felt I had made a wrong decision and I wanted to call her right away and tell her to come back. I figured it was too late to call and part of me said I shouldn’t call because I needed this new beginning. I felt horrible though. Even going to the washroom (which had a really cool sky window where I saw 10 shooting stars) was a horrible feeling. I went to sleep in a giant bed all alone. This dream may have been my worst fear or my pessimism or any negative angst left over from these few days. It may even have been reading about Dennis (dude, we are not sick of reading it… you are pouring your heart out for crying out loud). At one point, I seemed to project all the leftover feelings of anger, sadness, and loneliness from past relationships onto one person… as if she were all the past people put together. Now that is a scary thought… all your ex’s mushed into one…
3. My third and final dream was much more exciting. I believe it represents my Ideal Self, or at least my vision of a Perfect Self. I was some sort of cop or guardian and I happened to be walking along a downtown street. Suddenly, more than 10 bright lights streaked down from the sky and hit a building, causing a lot of damage. I knew at this point that the lights were some sort of alien weapon and that the Earth was under attack. I quickly ran over to the building to see if I could find any survivors. Luckily, many people were able to escape. I saw a strange man standing beside me looking into the building. I realized he was either AN alien, or he was helping the aliens - he was partly responsible for this attack. He knew that I knew somehow. He started running. I felt compelled to catch him, to bring him to justice. This guy ran at lightning speeds. Some other cops from the building were chasing him too but they were nowhere near as fast as this man. I however, also ran at super speeds and was able to catch up to him very quickly. We had a fight and I was able to easily overcome him. I had extraordinary strength and my fighting prowess was top notch. As he lay incapacitated, an important man came up and commended me on a good job. However, he mentioned something that I cannot know about this and he touched my head, near the left temple. He was doing something to me to erase my short term memory. At this point, I couldn’t see but I literally felt something on my head and I felt my memories being erased. Thankfully, I woke up at this point and I still retained the whole sequence. I think this superhero me is what I would like to be - someone who is able to help many people using my superb talents that were painstakingly developed. Maybe my fascination with aliens and conspiracies led to this story. The terroristic attack may be influenced by all the shit that’s been happening lately. And the guy I beat up might just be some shmuck I hate or something. Who knows.
Anyways, three vivid dreams by a slightly imbalanced fool.
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Yet another drawing I did. This one is a tribute to Homestar Runner who has brought hours and hours of laughs. I am truly amazed at the quality of work done by those guys. Although the toons are for children, the humour is great for everyone, especially someone like me. My only wish is that more toons come out. I have to appreciate the amount of work put into each toon, I’m sure it’s a long long process for each one. Just the sounds alone must take a long time.
Aaaaanyways.
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