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It was this morning, actually, but I don't think there's a song with that line in it...
Anyway, last Saturday, I wrote (amidst the other randomosity):
Well, I've had at least two more Morphing-from-audience-to-character-and-simultaneously-experiencing Movie Dreams (that I can remember) since then. The first was a few nights/mornings ago; The movie in the dream, then, was a sort of Mrs. Frisbee and the Rats of NIMH-type story, and I morphed into an anthropomorphic mouse-rat character, and part of the dream involved searching through the garbage in back alleys for a magical candy that some human had thrown away, while the mice-rats I was with and I were on the run/hiding from anthropomorphic Rat Mafia types... Oh, and the movie was billed as a family comedy (because all animated films with anthropomorphic animals are, you know).
And then, this morning, between waking up groggily, before I was really ready, and waking up for good, the movie dream was a sci-fi spy thriller, with a woman, who didn't know her husband was a spy, initially, trying to get through to him on his cell phone, but getting put through to an automated customer service voice mail, instead, and being asked to "press one," and "press pound" and all that nonsense. So she decides to go looking for him. Her search takes her to a maze of underground caverns and corridors, where she and I (somewhere in there, I morph from audience member to her sidekick, and she occasionally turns to me and asks me to explain wtf is going on, and I haven't the foggiest) are being chased by bomb-throwing androids.
So here's the really weird bit, dream-wise (meaning, it's weird that it happened in one of my dreams -- wouldn't be weird at all, in waking world, and I can't say about other folks' dreams, but for me...): She asks someone the name of one of the caverns, where there might be a clue where her husband is, and this shadowy figure says: "Motherhood Caves." And we get a hold of a map, and she asks me to look up "Motherhood Caves." And I find it, with exactly that name... I scan the rest of the map, and see where it's connected to "Brotherhood Pass" and "Sisterhood," and then I think: "Well, yes, that shadowy figure must have been telling the truth, because all these names are logically connected," and I hand the map back to her, and don't look at it again.
Why is that wierd? Well, for the last dozen years, at least, reading something in my dreams has always been a signal from my subconscious that it is, in fact, a dream. But it's not just reading something. It's been reading something, and watching the words morph into other words while I'm reading it (might be a page in a book, or a note from a fortune cookie, or, in one memoriable dream, the jokey message on someone's tee-shirt). And that didn't happen, this time. The words I read were exactly the same as the words I heard, and I didn't get the chance to see them morph (if they did at all) because I was distracted by a bomb-wielding android coming at me -- and then, I woke up. Once I woke up, I realized it was a dream, but I didn't get reassurance while asleep, that I usually do. As a matter of fact, checking to see if the words are solid and unchanging is always the way I've double checked to see that I'm awake, and what I'm experiencing is real...
So, wierd.
And why movies, all of a sudden?
Anyway, last Saturday, I wrote (amidst the other randomosity):
- I had a weird dream, this morning (is there any other kind of dream, really?): I dreamt I was watching a Waltons-style family drama movie (in a theater, not TV), about life on a farm. And a few minutes in, I morphed/merged into one of the characters: the cute youngest girl, of about 5 -- just learning to count, and learning about money. I remember talking to my older brother it... There was also a plot in the movie about a thwarted romance in the family, and the lovers trying to get together across a dark, muddy battlefield (crawling on their bellies) while escaping the mustache-twirling-type villain (though he didn't actually have a mustache, he was just that sort of character). I was watching this last plot bit partly as an audience member in the theater, partly as the concerned little sister who only kind of understood, and partly as one of the lovers, trying to escape. ...I think I have some generalized anxiety going on in my head, don't you?
Well, I've had at least two more Morphing-from-audience-to-character-and-simultaneously-experiencing Movie Dreams (that I can remember) since then. The first was a few nights/mornings ago; The movie in the dream, then, was a sort of Mrs. Frisbee and the Rats of NIMH-type story, and I morphed into an anthropomorphic mouse-rat character, and part of the dream involved searching through the garbage in back alleys for a magical candy that some human had thrown away, while the mice-rats I was with and I were on the run/hiding from anthropomorphic Rat Mafia types... Oh, and the movie was billed as a family comedy (because all animated films with anthropomorphic animals are, you know).
And then, this morning, between waking up groggily, before I was really ready, and waking up for good, the movie dream was a sci-fi spy thriller, with a woman, who didn't know her husband was a spy, initially, trying to get through to him on his cell phone, but getting put through to an automated customer service voice mail, instead, and being asked to "press one," and "press pound" and all that nonsense. So she decides to go looking for him. Her search takes her to a maze of underground caverns and corridors, where she and I (somewhere in there, I morph from audience member to her sidekick, and she occasionally turns to me and asks me to explain wtf is going on, and I haven't the foggiest) are being chased by bomb-throwing androids.
So here's the really weird bit, dream-wise (meaning, it's weird that it happened in one of my dreams -- wouldn't be weird at all, in waking world, and I can't say about other folks' dreams, but for me...): She asks someone the name of one of the caverns, where there might be a clue where her husband is, and this shadowy figure says: "Motherhood Caves." And we get a hold of a map, and she asks me to look up "Motherhood Caves." And I find it, with exactly that name... I scan the rest of the map, and see where it's connected to "Brotherhood Pass" and "Sisterhood," and then I think: "Well, yes, that shadowy figure must have been telling the truth, because all these names are logically connected," and I hand the map back to her, and don't look at it again.
Why is that wierd? Well, for the last dozen years, at least, reading something in my dreams has always been a signal from my subconscious that it is, in fact, a dream. But it's not just reading something. It's been reading something, and watching the words morph into other words while I'm reading it (might be a page in a book, or a note from a fortune cookie, or, in one memoriable dream, the jokey message on someone's tee-shirt). And that didn't happen, this time. The words I read were exactly the same as the words I heard, and I didn't get the chance to see them morph (if they did at all) because I was distracted by a bomb-wielding android coming at me -- and then, I woke up. Once I woke up, I realized it was a dream, but I didn't get reassurance while asleep, that I usually do. As a matter of fact, checking to see if the words are solid and unchanging is always the way I've double checked to see that I'm awake, and what I'm experiencing is real...
So, wierd.
And why movies, all of a sudden?
