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Dream Journal

September 10th, 2009

I’m having a particularly graceless week.  I feel stressed, overextended, my allergies are kicking in, and I’m not sleeping well.  My sleep is restless and shallow.

The practical upshot of this is that I’m having lots of vivid, semi-lucid dreams that I remember when I wake up.

For example:  I’m dreaming about a sniper team lying in wait for a high value target.  I’m not a member of the team; I’m an observer.  Specifically, I’m the cameraman for the COPS:  Marine Sniper show, who is giving away their position by meandering around with a shoulder mounted camera, attempting to interview people who are doing their best to look like bushes.  “Is it normal for them to run away from your position like that?”

Another example:  I’m stuck in a musical, and I’m the only one who is aware of the fact that everyone around me periodically launches into song.  Everyone else enters into a trance state while they sing, and they pop back out of song with no awareness of the fact that they launched into choreography.  During the song, I seem to be the only one left with critical faculties.  This wouldn’t be so bad, except they sing about the stupidest shit.  “I want” songs about washing your hands after using an airport restroom[0].  So, my role in the dream is to attempt to stop the songs by physically disabling the lead singers before the choreography kicks in.

On the one hand, I’m worried that I’m going insane.  On the other hand, maybe being insane is fun.

[0]:  Man starts to sing in front of sink, in airport restroom.  Music swells, stall doors open in unison, people shuffle out with pants around ankles, and toilet paper streamers in their hands.  Dance routine involves a lot of shuffling, due to lowered pants.

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