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[simont]

Tired again, and it's only Monday morning.

I've been through phases of having particularly vivid dreams before, often with memorably surreal bits that are worth writing down afterwards; but right now I seem to be in a phase of having particularly incomprehensible dreams, that don't make sense and don't add up. And my ability to do basic logic is just about awake enough during the dream to dimly realise this, which means I spend the whole time being somewhat confused; periodically I'll half wake up, turn over, decide it's clearly silly and I should dream something else instead, and drift unsuccessfully back into the same nonsense. Feels strangely unfulfilling, and I wake up still tired but unwilling to lie in in case I dream anything else like that.

When the postman got me out of bed on Saturday morning (I wonder if I can persuade the landlord to let me enlarge my letterbox so that DVD-sized packages will fit through it) I was downright relieved to be permanently removed from an entirely confusing dream. It's not like having nightmares as such, it's just that the dreams cost more mental energy to try to understand than they give me back in terms of rest and recuperation. <myth type="urban">Like celery.</myth>

Hmm, that's probably a good name for them in fact. Mental celery.

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[mobbsy.livejournal.com]

Urban celery?

I've got visions of a dark cyberpunk future, a dark sky visibile between looming ill-lit buildings, flickering neon signs advertising any vice people will pay for. One of them is a bright green depiction of a stick of celery. Desperate addicts crowd the vendor, spending money they can't afford, coming away clutching just one more stick to feed their pitiful need.

[simont]

... and in the next street, the dealer's slightly more upmarket competitor lurks a bit more discreetly behind a grubby door. His clients, glancing guiltily up and down the street before opening the door, are the respectable-looking ones, the well-off cel^Wsalarymen. They need to be more secretive about their habit, since they know their jobs are on the line if it comes to the crunch.

Ahem.

[senji.livejournal.com]

*wince*

Odd

[hilarityallen.livejournal.com]

Dreams are indeed funny things. One's responses can be so abnormal. In the dream I had a couple of nights ago, set in a girls' school, I was abnormally stressed, all about things I wouldn't have worried much about in real life. And then I have dreams in which things explode, I am being chased by people who want to kill me, and I am often quite enjoying myself, when in reality I would be cowering somewhere hoping that something would save me. I also love the little tiny part of me that is quite conscious that it's watching a dream, and sits there reminding me.