Sunday, January 14, 2007

I am not alone

Other people are recording their sleep too, apparently.


[EDIT 1/31/07] Looks like NBC standards caught this unauthorized clip usage on youtube. Here's a link to the clip on NBC's webpage (sorry about the lame ads):
Sleep Blowing
[END EDIT]


Pender plays trumpet, I hum.

13 Jan 2007 - "Humming lots"

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

China Dream

This morning, I dreamt my friend Zeb and I flew to Northern China--I think just for fun. Once we landed, we had to take a long bus trip north. But once we got there, I realized I had to go home for a little while because of some party my parents were having. So I left Zeb in China, and flew back home (home being some non-existent half-city, half-countryside California spot. Maybe Salt Lake City?)

Once I got there, I met this uncle I never knew about, and his Vietnamese fiance. We were in some sort of gazebo or at a luau or something. At some point during the visit, I walked back to my house because my Mom was resting there, and I wanted to make sure she was OK. It had been raining really hard, but had just let up. When I got to the house, I went for a walk with my Mom and sister. It was really windy and we watched the clouds dissipate very quickly. But then, a new wave of clouds was blowing in over the mountains and they looked dangerous. Then, ice started forming around the low-flying clouds and started to fall on us. Ten-pound chunks of ice. Some were bigger. I almost got hit in the head by one.

So we ran for cover, but as soon as we were safe, it stopped. I drove my car to this other part of the neighborhood and picked up my van (which I just retired last week after 9 years of bitter love.) Then Zeb called my cell phone. I had this idea in my head that I was going to somehow get back to China with my car (which in the dream was a red two door Geo Metro hatchback), so we wouldn't have to take the bus back to catch the plane. It was during this time I realized I didn't kow how to get my car TO China, and that what I was doing with my van was probably unneccessary. (Exactly what I was doing with my van, I'll never quite know--I was just as confused in the dream.)

I was about to go back to China and meet up with Zeb and Reaux (his girlfriend, and my friend) when I was awakened by a real-life phone call from my friend Sanaz.

The moral of this dream is that my friends all have awesome names.

Like I've stated, the past few nights I've been remembering a lot more of my dreams, of which under normal circumstances I generally remember nothing. This memory was, by far, the icing.


08 Jan 2007 - "Too Fast"


07 Jan 2007 - "Some sick case"


07 Jan 2007 - "Good to know"

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Bad dreams

I don't often remember my dreams, but I know I had many many dreams last night. I only remember small details, lack of control things like the right temple of my glasses slipping around about to break off. I also was much more verbal last night than I have been in a long time. As I've pondered what triggers my somniloquy, I've gone through many hypotheses. My lastest concept is that, when I'm dealing with massive feelings in waking moments (crying, introverting), I talk less in my sleep. Conversely, when I start bottling up feelings (social interaction, denial), they come out more in my slumber. This might seem obvious, but when you're living through it, it's harder to tell when you're denying and when you're expressing emotional truth. At least that's my deal.

So, whatever all that means, whatever causes it, here's the choice reap of the harvest from last night. This being the one of the first major utterances for the new year.


05 Jan 2007 - "Be patience"