As I have tweeted, I've been on a Stargate Atlantis kick lately. I've been watching at least one episode a day for weeks.
It's had a cool byproduct - more sci-fi dreams (which never happens to me, so it makes for more entertaining nights).
I was in bed this morning, thinking. I was wondering: since dreams are basically your brain unspooling and processing your day, exactly how would it find the sci-fi content useful or applicable?
Moments later, Michelle stirred and I thought to myself "Better take my shower now, so the engines have time to re-heat the water for her".
Heh.
Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 02, 2011
Thursday, July 08, 2010
A Missed Opportunity
I very rarely remember my dreams, but I had one yesterday; I was a young black woman wandering through a food court. I was hungry and had no money, so I stole a Personal Pan Pizza with pepperoni from Pizza Hut.
The Doctor (David Tennant version) arrived and sat at my table, and we discussed how something strange and unusual was going on in the area. I didn't help him with any daring do, we just had a chat and some pizza.
Who dreams about The Doctor and doesn't dream that they themselves are a Timelord? And a food court? I can't even dream about an alien planet? That's right up there with dreaming you are on the starship Enterprise, and you're one of the guys who cleans toilets.
The Doctor (David Tennant version) arrived and sat at my table, and we discussed how something strange and unusual was going on in the area. I didn't help him with any daring do, we just had a chat and some pizza.
Who dreams about The Doctor and doesn't dream that they themselves are a Timelord? And a food court? I can't even dream about an alien planet? That's right up there with dreaming you are on the starship Enterprise, and you're one of the guys who cleans toilets.
Monday, August 30, 2004
I don't usually remember my dreams.
I had a very odd dream this morning. My mother came out of the bathroom at my apartment. I went in right after her to find the walls entirely smeared with feces.
My shower back-scrubbing brush was on the sink, caked in more feces, and apparently was the tool used for the wall smearing. My mother is the cleanest woman you'll ever meet. This would never happen.
My attention was grabbed by bright flashing or strobing from the bathroom window. I climbed in the shower to look out and saw a beautiful deep space scene, with stars and planets and comets flashing and strobing and whizzing around in a dynamic show. It struck me as beautiful at the time, and eventually I thought to go get my camera.
I only got to take a couple of pics before the entire space-scene began to rapidly retreat away, as if it didn't want to be photographed.
Isn't spectacular stellar phenomenon a bad omen?
My shower back-scrubbing brush was on the sink, caked in more feces, and apparently was the tool used for the wall smearing. My mother is the cleanest woman you'll ever meet. This would never happen.
My attention was grabbed by bright flashing or strobing from the bathroom window. I climbed in the shower to look out and saw a beautiful deep space scene, with stars and planets and comets flashing and strobing and whizzing around in a dynamic show. It struck me as beautiful at the time, and eventually I thought to go get my camera.
I only got to take a couple of pics before the entire space-scene began to rapidly retreat away, as if it didn't want to be photographed.
Isn't spectacular stellar phenomenon a bad omen?
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