To Sleep, Perchance To Dream: A Valerian Addicts Diary
A weeks excerpt from my Dream Diary:
Monday 15th
Last night I dreamt about chatting, via web-cam, on TJs Mac book, to a beautiful older girl who was an amalgamation of someone between Fractal & Apnea. It was a simultaneous overlap/astral projection dream-within-a-dream scenario in which I appeared as a ghost figure inside her apartment, like one of those Help Me Obiwan holograms, watching her make Tea.
Earlier that night I struggled to wake and turn off the lamp after falling asleep reading Of Mice & Men. As a result, my Waking Self frictioned against the valerian root, and resulted in a major trip, and my medulla stopped regulating, resulting in me suffocating from lack of breath for about 10 seconds. I thought I was going the way of Ledger, for sure. Then it all came back in a rushing whooop of beautiful air. It were as if my soul had forgotten to return home to its vessel after being in Dreamland too long.
Tuesday 16th
Having unremarkable dreams about fixing PCs and doing mundane day to day tasks. This may be a result of staying up late and actually doing these thing within the same realm as my beloved bed. They say to only use this room for fucking & sleeping and keep the light off most of the time (probably to increase chances of both the former and the latter in my case).
But, also dreamt me, Smit, & Garf, regular stars in my dreams, went to a Festival set in a hillside. I wore a red shirt but took it off for half the day, either to avoid my Roddenberry Fate, or because my mental identity was gaining confidence with all my recent weight loss. In the festival, I run into Adam Hartup & Hayley McGuiness from school and a girl with the same sunnies as me, who was from the US. Garf took me on a trek to retrieve my shirt, and I woke up once I put it back on.
Wednesday 17th
Dreamt something about hotel rooms and friends, which is a regular occurrence for me. Always in some random fancy hotel, riding the elevators or decoupage at the top of the buildings searching for my friends, but never finding all of them. Couldnt seem to hold down a specific memory from last night. The Elusive Ghost Girl from Sunday night was still there in the background, in the form of a friend.
Just remembered a dream I had last week about being in a TV studio, seeing tapes of HEY HEY! on the monitors and me asking if Id missed the return & the Execs said I had already missed a years worth of episodes, and what was I doing the whole time, sleeping?!
Writing this in my journal that morning triggered another old dream memory of trying to find sleeping quarters on a TV set of a Bert Newtown show, involving tracks of props of landscapes that slid by in which a live audience had to guess where and when the occurence took place eg France 1932.
Which in turn triggered another Dream Memory, about being dragged by my Father to football games but never having a good spot to see from, always being blocked out by concrete pillars.
Thursday 18th
Did not dream at all last night.
Polished off 2/3rds of Bombay Sapphire & didnt eat all day.
Going from someone who never used to get hangovers, to feeling Violently Ill all day, cried, blew chunks, peed out the entire contents of a river, got the Shakes and just felt like dying.
Worst. Hangover. Ever.
Friday 19th
Last night dreamt about taking TJs friend Nat out on a date. Her whole family and relatives came over my parents place for some reason. I knew her cousin apparently from film school, and he looked like Steven Segal, he showed me movies of girls making out in hottubs and sharing cigarettes, on his PSP.
Then I was in a dog park in Notting Hill, playing with a caramel Labrador. Very vivid moment when patting the dog, could feel the entire weight and texture of its coat as it lay against me, and even the smell of its breath.
Saturday 20th
Perhaps triggered by talking to Lauren about the Checklist, had a pretty awesome dream about snuggling with Evangeline Lily, at her place in Hawaii, her tucking herself into my nook, and curling her arms up, and us watching re-runs of LOST, ah the irony. She then wanted to take me out for lunch to her favourite Chinese place, but in a moment of confusion as to whether I was dreaming or not, I explained I was broke, and she got slightly annoyed that I didnt get the hint she was going to shout me, and held up some weird metal TV Dinner Tray, and got me thinking about if she had a baby. I apologised and went into the bathroom to get ready, but was playing with my hair too much (I seem to have issues with Hair in dreams alot). This somehow annoyed her and blew my chances and woke up.
Sunday 21st
Last night I did not dream.
Last night I did not sleep,
The 10 month spell has ended.
A weeks excerpt from my Dream Diary:
Monday 15th
Last night I dreamt about chatting, via web-cam, on TJs Mac book, to a beautiful older girl who was an amalgamation of someone between Fractal & Apnea. It was a simultaneous overlap/astral projection dream-within-a-dream scenario in which I appeared as a ghost figure inside her apartment, like one of those Help Me Obiwan holograms, watching her make Tea.
Earlier that night I struggled to wake and turn off the lamp after falling asleep reading Of Mice & Men. As a result, my Waking Self frictioned against the valerian root, and resulted in a major trip, and my medulla stopped regulating, resulting in me suffocating from lack of breath for about 10 seconds. I thought I was going the way of Ledger, for sure. Then it all came back in a rushing whooop of beautiful air. It were as if my soul had forgotten to return home to its vessel after being in Dreamland too long.
Tuesday 16th
Having unremarkable dreams about fixing PCs and doing mundane day to day tasks. This may be a result of staying up late and actually doing these thing within the same realm as my beloved bed. They say to only use this room for fucking & sleeping and keep the light off most of the time (probably to increase chances of both the former and the latter in my case).
But, also dreamt me, Smit, & Garf, regular stars in my dreams, went to a Festival set in a hillside. I wore a red shirt but took it off for half the day, either to avoid my Roddenberry Fate, or because my mental identity was gaining confidence with all my recent weight loss. In the festival, I run into Adam Hartup & Hayley McGuiness from school and a girl with the same sunnies as me, who was from the US. Garf took me on a trek to retrieve my shirt, and I woke up once I put it back on.
Wednesday 17th
Dreamt something about hotel rooms and friends, which is a regular occurrence for me. Always in some random fancy hotel, riding the elevators or decoupage at the top of the buildings searching for my friends, but never finding all of them. Couldnt seem to hold down a specific memory from last night. The Elusive Ghost Girl from Sunday night was still there in the background, in the form of a friend.
Just remembered a dream I had last week about being in a TV studio, seeing tapes of HEY HEY! on the monitors and me asking if Id missed the return & the Execs said I had already missed a years worth of episodes, and what was I doing the whole time, sleeping?!
Writing this in my journal that morning triggered another old dream memory of trying to find sleeping quarters on a TV set of a Bert Newtown show, involving tracks of props of landscapes that slid by in which a live audience had to guess where and when the occurence took place eg France 1932.
Which in turn triggered another Dream Memory, about being dragged by my Father to football games but never having a good spot to see from, always being blocked out by concrete pillars.
Thursday 18th
Did not dream at all last night.
Polished off 2/3rds of Bombay Sapphire & didnt eat all day.
Going from someone who never used to get hangovers, to feeling Violently Ill all day, cried, blew chunks, peed out the entire contents of a river, got the Shakes and just felt like dying.
Worst. Hangover. Ever.
Friday 19th
Last night dreamt about taking TJs friend Nat out on a date. Her whole family and relatives came over my parents place for some reason. I knew her cousin apparently from film school, and he looked like Steven Segal, he showed me movies of girls making out in hottubs and sharing cigarettes, on his PSP.
Then I was in a dog park in Notting Hill, playing with a caramel Labrador. Very vivid moment when patting the dog, could feel the entire weight and texture of its coat as it lay against me, and even the smell of its breath.
Saturday 20th
Perhaps triggered by talking to Lauren about the Checklist, had a pretty awesome dream about snuggling with Evangeline Lily, at her place in Hawaii, her tucking herself into my nook, and curling her arms up, and us watching re-runs of LOST, ah the irony. She then wanted to take me out for lunch to her favourite Chinese place, but in a moment of confusion as to whether I was dreaming or not, I explained I was broke, and she got slightly annoyed that I didnt get the hint she was going to shout me, and held up some weird metal TV Dinner Tray, and got me thinking about if she had a baby. I apologised and went into the bathroom to get ready, but was playing with my hair too much (I seem to have issues with Hair in dreams alot). This somehow annoyed her and blew my chances and woke up.
Sunday 21st
Last night I did not dream.
Last night I did not sleep,
The 10 month spell has ended.