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Dreams of bears and unemployment

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 I can’t remember the entirety of it, but I had a dream today which, in the last scene, showed me talking in bed, under covers and naked, with a nice-looking guy who is bald and as hairy-bodied as myself (save with a *much* longer, handlebar-like mustache and hair which is mostly dark reddish and curly).

At one point, we were relaxed and bantering with each other, my arm wrapped around his chest, the sunlight flowing into the large apartment/hotel bedroom window. 

Next thing, I can recall, as he was slowly getting up to straddle himself on top of me, the question about money came up. I am pretty sure that I was discussing my desires and ideas with him. Suddenly, he was all like "I don’t know why you’re so worried about that!" I responded, "Wait, don’t you have a job?" 

"Of course not!"

And at that point, the dream began to unravel as my hackles were raised a bit. I’m very sure that I began to hurriedly think of how I should present myself at a job, or what niche idea I should pursue in the IT industry, but it was to no avail.

I woke up with memories of a sexy, unemployed guy in bed with me, along with regrets about my current state of unemployment. 

Dreams and passive reception of our world

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On the way to a meetup last night, I thought about my dreams and why only certain recallable elements which I’ve seen in my waking life show up in my dreams and not other elements which I’ve seen in waking life. 

I thought about how I only dream about three types of elements which have occurred to me in real life:

  • physical space environments, including the following examples: my mother’s old church (1994-2002), my mother’s newer church (2002-present), former house on Orchard Way (1995-2001), really former house off Dover Drive (in the former off-base area in which we lived with my sister, her son and her now ex-husband from 1992-1995, long since bulldozed, cleared and sold to the city government along with the rest of that entire block of military housing)
  • television and film stuff which I’ve seen (the other night, characters akin to those which I saw in Danny Phantom figured in the early part of a dream).
  • the occasional song which I heard repeatedly on (usually gospel/christian) radio until I got the Internet (-2004)
  • the occasional song which I heard in MP3 ever since (I remember hearing Alanis Morrissette’s Ironic playing in the background in one dream which I had with my mother at some deserted busstop near a railroad crossing in the middle of Southwestern, perhaps Mojave desert…and that we liked it and danced a bit to it…which is weird because Mom does not like any music which is non-christian in lyrical orientation. I liked the dream, though.).

However, I do not see, or at least I cannot recall any visual, graphical computer content which I’ve seen in the past. 

I think its weird that I do not see any graphical content from computers figuring in my dreams with as much frequency as large-sized 3-dimensional or 2-dimensional elements. For as long as I’ve been using computers (since 2004 at home, since 2002 on a frequent basis from at least a library), I find it difficult to ascertain why the visual content of the Web in which I’ve immersed my eyes when I first wake up and when I fall to sleep does not figure much in my own oneirological experiences. 

I think it may have something to do with a passive reception of the large-sized content outside my computers. I can hardly control the playback of visual content on a television set, save for changing the channel or lowering the volume. Similarly, because the 3-dimensional reality in which I normally reside is populated by immersive elements, a subset with which I interact on a frequent basis. In comparison, I can control much of what I see on the web, control playback, edit the content, and so on, using visible visual elements indicating such control. 

I still need to wrap my mind around it, so I may revist the topic.

I’m tripping balls…

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Had a dream last night. Involved some playful tummy scritching.

Couldn’t tell if it was furry or human, but I saw a bit of beefcake and chest hair in it. It was cute; it personally reminded me of a Japanese yiff pic that I’ve seen often.

Sinus drainages can have you feeling really happy (and crappy), I guess. Looking forward to another sick-day dream (I should become a Hunter S. Thompson-type psychonaut).

Also, WikiFur will hit its 10,000 article in a short while. Congrats to greenreaper, the immediate wikifur community and other contributors for heading this project toward such an occasion, and I’m glad to be a contributor (or a helper-upper, if you prefer).

Dogs in my dreams.

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I’ve been having wierd dreams for the last two months.

They involve dogs.

Dogs that run up to me, jump at me and bite at me, only to bite/gnaw on my clasped hands. If I sleep long enough, the dogs calm down.

Every time I have a dream involving these dogs, something big is usually happening.

When I had a dream sometime early last week, it involved two German shepherds, one of whom bit at my hands and the other of which bit at my right torso; I woke up with a start. Not long afterward, I had this flu/sinusitis that hit me around Tuesday/Wednesday (February 26/27).

This Wednesday, I had a dream of a medium-sized dog with a bulldog’s face and pointy ears who bit at my hands, but then calmed down enough for me to put my hand out and let him lick it. I also saw a guy with a cut beard who was dressed like those who are into puppy play, among other things :-/.

I personally don’t know why I’ve been seeing different breeds of dogs in each dream that I’ve had for the last month or so. I can say that I’ve seen two German shepherds, a Doberman, somebody’s pit bull, and one other breed.

I think it may be related to this one weekend in January when this dog came into our front yard from down the street and wandered around in it while me and my nephew were raking up the leaves (yes, we have a “perennial,” the sheepdog of tree species). I remember when the daughter(?) of the owner came with her young sister to the front yard to try to bring him back home, even though the dog never came to them; oh, and when the dog became first frisky with a passerby’s German shepherd, then came back to attack the dog rather viciously.

It was rather interesting to see that while raking. So maybe the dreams that I’ve had ever since are related to that dog.

Might as well pick a dog as a totem animal, if I see one again in a dream.