Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Meta

This is something I swear is true. A couple of nights ago I had a dream wherein I had a bad dream. The contents of the dream within a dream aren't really clear to me right now. Some combination of possession and mistaken identity perhaps?

The thing is, I remember in the dream waking up and telling people about it and everyone being bored and disinterested. Seems my subconscious is having fun with me.

2 comments:

susan said...

Although I can't recall having had a dream within a dream (probably because I rarely remember anything other than the last bits of those I was having just before awakening), they are apparently not uncommon. What I've read is that they can be the first step toward lucid dreaming. Dream interpretation is a tricky business, but from what you've described it sounds as though the second part was your way of setting the bad dream aside without waking up. Or maybe your subconscious was simply enjoying its little joke.

It's funny you posted the Simpson's video clip about post-modernism on the day I'd just read John Michael Greer's (the Archdruid) take on the subject. He moved to East Providence last year and recently visited Providence's What Cheer Writers Club. Is that a place you're familiar with?

Ben said...

I find that an interesting theory you have, about setting the bad dream aside while asleep. We dream every night, in some sense. But we're not likely to be aware of and remember the dream without some level of conscious thought still being present. It's at that point that standards of good and bad come into play. So yes, maybe I saw myself getting an excessive amount of distress and just found a funny way of backing out of it.

I wonder which artist Greer is talking about. Some of them do traffic in truly obscene amounts of money. At some point I can see them identifying more with executives than other artists. And what kind of CEO sullies his hand with making the company's product?

I've never been to the What Cheer Writer's Club. There is a What Cheer Cafe, which is where my writer's critique group may start congregating soon. "What Cheer" is a weirdly specific Rhode Islandism, and if I ever knew where it came from I've forgotten.