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The bad news is that there’s nothing new, so you get one of my random blogs. True, I could wait for something interesting to happen, but I feel guilty if I don’t write something at least once a week. Plus, my kind of interesting would most likely be pictures of my cats devouring flying ants and batting at the Christmas tree ornaments. You’ll still get to see those too, but whatever.
Anyway, I think I have never told you about my dreams. If I have, blame it on the heat and rapidly decreasing number of brain cells and skip this one. I have always had wild, vivid dreams, which more resemble video games than dreams. That’s just one reason why I enjoy sleeping, while the other one comes in the form of an extremely handsome man. A non-existent handsome man, but still.
He started appearing in my dreams when I was about twelve. The dreams were triggered by a random magazine photo of a guy who kind of looked like him, but isn’t him. The recognition was instant and I still remember the confusion I felt at the time. The best words to describe it would be ‘what the fuck’. Just to make this clear, I have never met this man, never seen his photo nor do I know anyone who resembles him. He exists just and only in my dreams.
Dreams of him are often tragic, and never sexual, if that’s what you were thinking. One of us usually dies or is injured, locations are random and unknown to me and we have never talked. I’ll just mention the three most memorable ones.
1) We were in a boat on a lake, next to a tower or a castle. There were trees all around us, and the lake was rather small, so I’m guessing we were in a forest. So there we were, rowing about and not doing much else when all of a sudden he fell over the side of the boat and disappeared under the surface. The water seemed black, and I couldn’t see a thing. I started screaming and that’s when I woke up.
2) In this dream I was the one in trouble. I was lying on a battlefield of some sort, either World War I or American Civil War. I don’t remember any details of my uniform, but I do remember the horse drawn cart that was being used to collect the survivors of the battle. I was alive, but wounded. Someone lifted me off the ground, and into the cart – straight into his arms. And of course, that’s when I woke up.
3) I was standing on a terrace of a Mediterranean style villa, all white marble and deep, blue sea. There was a pod of white dolphins swimming under the cliff that the villa was perched on. He was behind my back, telling me something, but of course I can’t remember a single word. Then the dream switched to the next scene, which was our wedding day. Our parents were there (they looked nothing like my mom and dad, but I knew they were my parental units). There was also a simple cake and a bottle of some kind of spirit in a heavy crystal bottle with the year 1800 engraved on it. That was about it.
Reincarnation, a twin flame, a soul mate, just my imagination, my mom drinking too much schnapps when she was pregnant with me – your guess is as good as mine. I’m the kind of person who likes science and numbers and this is all a bit too far fetched for me. There were more dreams, but most are blurry and I can’t remember much. I do, however, know his voice, his smile, his mannerism. And yes, I'm perfectly aware of the fact that all of this could’ve easily been created by my own mind.
There are two things I know for sure, though. I haven’t met him, at least not in this lifetime, and he’s way too gorgeous for a human being. The only logical explanation is that he’s an alien or a vampire or a really weird, mutated gnome rejected by the predominantly ugly gnome society. Yeah, that totally makes sense. So if you see any of those around, please be a sweetheart and let me know.
DEC 04, 2012 11:38 AM
DEC 04, 2012 11:41 AM
I like your random blogs
and your dreams. 
I hardly ever remember my dreams,
and when I do,
I'm reminded why I'm so happy that I don't remember them.
They're not bad , per se, . . . just . . .
Repetitive.
It's like I'm doing the same action, or replaying the same scene
over and over, and over, and over.
They get,
tedious. 
DEC 04, 2012 11:47 AM
DEC 04, 2012 11:48 AM
DEC 04, 2012 12:27 PM
Very interesting! I have recurring dreams often, but I sometimes don't figure out they're recurring until after I wake up. Mine are almost always dreams of battle or combat of some kinds, either that or some sort of post apocalyptic monster type scenarios battling supernatural creatures. Can't say there is anybody in particular in all of them. i did meditation with an old Chinese man for awhile that claimed we could consciously control our dreams..i.e who we put in them, and what happens. I have tried it a few times, and sometimes it works. Try it with the mystery man! And really, don't feel the need to put on too many clothes on our account
DEC 04, 2012 02:54 PM
DEC 04, 2012 03:40 PM
Wow, that is so awesome. How cool would it be if you actually found him in real life? Ooh and if he'd had dreams about you! You guys could be the best of friends!
My dreams are just like my real life, only better. All the places in my dreams are dream-versions of all the real places I know, only I go on more adventures there 
DEC 04, 2012 04:24 PM
Your dreams a romantic and tragic. Make a good book maybe.
DEC 04, 2012 10:13 PM
DEC 05, 2012 01:51 AM
That's pretty cool. It's kinda like living a whole different life while you sleep
I used to dream so much when I was younger. I was a weird child, preferred dreams to real life so I used to spend a lot of my school holidays sleeping
I miss my dreams 
Don't dream much anymore.
DEC 05, 2012 09:15 AM
Hey don't rub it in it's bloody freezing here
Dreaming is a strange subject for me - I dream a great deal in glorious technicolour. They are all pretty strange - rarely mundane - just shows the disturbed state of my subconscious I guess. I also have recurring nightmares - one of which always scares the living crap out of me. I used it in one of my books (never finished) and the dream went away for a while. There is also a lady that inhabits my dreams but I never see her face.
I read some time ago about astral travel which has always fascinated me.
My wife however doesn't dream she simply flatlines five minutes after her head hits the pillow!
DEC 05, 2012 12:33 PM
I don't think I've continued any dreams, which does seem a little odd since I continue from saved games all the time. I think my mind changes issues enough from day to day that there is probably something new driving my subconscious each night. I've actually been having more problems with mundane dreams involving my parents that are waking me up at night. Don't want to say they are haunting me, but... 
Celia did fine until she had to get a shot (the third) in her right back leg and tried to bolt. My vet said the new office manager has directed all of the techs to use a larger size needle by default (probably cheaper to use the most common one) when they prepare injections, which isn't my vet's preference. So, she got a smaller one and did it a bit higher in the leg. She still gave a kick, but it didn't dislodge the needle and most of it was already in by then, so she finished the last little bit quickly. She's had a slight limp with that leg today, so probably had a nerve hit with one or both. That happened to me once, so I know what it's like. She's been pretty subdued, but that can be normal for the first day or two afterwards.
DEC 05, 2012 12:51 PM
DEC 05, 2012 03:40 PM
Oh no, I love the holidays but the actual studying part isn't my fave haha. I can't wait to finish! At least when I'm a teacher I'll get nice school holidays
Actually that's understandable, even I'd be a bit freaked out!
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