Calling all dreamers!
Dennis on It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia shared his thoughts on others’ dreams: “I hate listening to people’s dreams. It’s like flipping through a stack of photographs. If I’m not in any of them and nobody is having sex, I just don’t care.” I usually agree with this notion, but sometimes people have great dreams that they can describe vividly. I rarely remember mine, but four months ago I couldn’t get one out of my head, so I called my photographer friend to help reenact it. With loads of toast and old salami, we captured the image that’d surfaced from the depths of my pea brain:
It’s pretty simple and totally bizarre: I’m watching myself eat a sandwich held together by metal bangles, while the bangles on my arms are made of bread. I don’t know what this nonsense means, but it was neat bringing it to reality. New obsession: capturing your REM-rants in the name of fun with cameras and the subconscious. Now, I need someone to bring me one of these from the coast; the bigger and fresher, the better.
Remember your dreams!
January 8, 2012 at 7:54 pm
What a great idea! Oh, how I wish I could re-create some of mine in video form. This would be a fun one: beautifulfunnysadandtrue.com/lights-camera-dream
January 9, 2012 at 5:57 am
Holy moly, that’s long and detailed! I can’t believe you remembered all of it! Time for you to make a movie of this movie.
January 11, 2012 at 7:42 pm
When an epic one comes, I write it down on my phone as soon as I wake up, no matter what time of night (or day!) it is. It’s the only way to remember the details.
January 9, 2012 at 4:42 am
Last night I dreamt I was driving a rickshaw by myself in India then swimming in crocodile infested water, then finally eating gumbo and steaks in a cajun restaurant. I am not so sure I want to recreate that one, it was dangerous!
January 9, 2012 at 5:59 am
All of those things in one night?!? wow. I’d love to see you drive a rickshaw… you’d be the cutest rickshaw driver around.
February 20, 2012 at 2:46 am
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