i dreamt the other night that i was sitting out in the country, and old dusty hill and chatting with an old friend (although no one i could say i know right now). we chatted for hours, sat back on the hill drinking a few beer and just generally passing time.

i noticed as the conversation went on that the ground seemed to be getting hotter. nothing to panic about but consistently getting warmer, and warmer. it was a beautiful sunny day, not a cloud in the sky.

at some point in the conversation i noticed that the heat was getting unbearable, it was burning my backside as we sat on the ground. next thing i knew, my friend and i, dropped into this large hidden area. it was an old cabin buried under the dust and dirt on the hill, right over its roof. while we were sitting on the ground, on its roof, it had a fire inside and completely had burned its way through allowing the roof to collapse under our weight.

lucky for my friend and i that by the time the roof collapsed and we fell through the fire was just smoldering. all the wood was charred and hot but the fire was out.

dr. freud?

first one, i’m sitting in a lobby/tv area of a hostel, having a beer, watching tv. the show i’m watching is about backpacking and travelling, while staying in hostels. someone comes in and sits down and watches the show with me – we note how odd it is that we are two backpackers, watching a show about backpackers, in a backpackers hostel.

the next i’m out in the backyard, it’s beautiful blue sky day, no clouds and it’s warm. i look up and i see these two “crafts” hovering above a field close by. the “crafts” get closer, and closer, and soon i can make out that they aren’t machines but rather people. two people in black workout wear flying through the air towards my yard. turns out i know one of the two people, they move over a flat spot in the yard and land feet first into the yard. there are no visible machines or propellers, just their black suits. i ask what they are doing with these suits and how they work – “just thought they were cool, and we’d try them out…” then i woke up.

i can honestly say that i don’t dream much. i’ve documented every case of dreams that has occured, but they’ve been few and far between.

perhaps my brain is working at a different level of consciousness and these memories aren’t available to me the next day or when i’m done sleeping. or perhaps it’s related to the chronic sleep deprivation i experienced over the past few years – my body is still catching up. my brain is rewiring rather than problem solving. just a guess.

wonder if dreaming becomes less prevalent as you age? or the resources for that part of the brain have shifted to other tasks, or if overloaded/underloaded stagnate or atrophy. perhaps it’s something we have use or encourage or lose.

i’ve done the hair growth thing before for nearly a year and a half before relenting, and i’ve had the inclination on several occasions to try and grow a goatee or ‘stache but i always gave up – too itchy and frankly straggly looking due to my light hair.

maybe this is some inner voice saying something about rebellion or counter-culture, or simply time to start new things or try to change personally. all of which i would consider a good idea.

for those that don’t get the grizzly adams reference – he’s the one on the right, a mountain man.

last night’s was truly odd – melting objects, super-real colours,no determined actions or purposes to the dream – just really odd things happening. mixed and combined objects – people and clocks, that combined with nude figures and me interacting with them but not verbally, rather in some sense mentally.

it’s obviously serving some purpose – issues management, but not sure i can really piece together anything about them other than the time reference – since damnit, i never have enough of it.