When I’m sleeping, I don’t particularly enjoy being in my own mind.
I’ve recently dreamt…
- my alarm clock was yelling at me
- I was on trial for drug possession in Jamaica
- I was in an old Kmart eatery with a bunch of stuffed shirts discussing how fantastic the original British version of The Office was
This has nothing to do with the picture, but I used to think Martinizing was pronounced Martini-Zing!
What I would like to know is why am I having other people’s dreams lately?
Not that kind of client. Thank Tron.
It’s been completely from another person’s perspective, and not in the way that “it’s me/not me.” I’ve been other people I know interacting with me – my family, my friends. The strangest, by far, was when I was one of my clients.
None of this is particular fascinating, I’ll admit, but it reminded me of the opening scene of Richard Linklater’s Slacker. He’s actually the guy in the cab explaining his theory on dreams and where they come from. It’s more in relation to the regular “it’s me/not me” flights of the subconscious, than of the “completely being someone else” variety. Maybe if he ever gets to Slacker 2: The Awakening, he’ll have my answers then.
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