A flying head

After all those notes I took I'm beginning to wonder, what the hell brain? I know that most of dreams have absolutely no meaning and only sometimes relate to the real events, but why so abstract?

This time in my dream I saw a big flying head, telling about the need to do "it". It never said exactly what the "it" was, but it was clear there was an importance and the need of the "it" to be done. After each sentence it spun around in place. 

I woke up here and went to the bathroom. I had another dream, but it was nothing special. Just some people I know talking about cucumbers. And no, I don't know why.

Saving the world

This time there could be a reason for the weird dream I had. Last night for supper I ate two tortillas with a ton of cheese. Now I don't know what cheese does to my dreams, but it sure as hell does make me sleepy and again, it did.

This dream was about saving the world. I don't know if it was from aliens, demonic power or just some evil human organization, I really can't remember. But the fact of the matter is I managed to save the world and with what? With a recipe for something. I do not recall what the recipe was about, but it sure had to be something, cause the moment food hit the table those beings lost any and all desire to conquer the planet.

Sadly the recipe is gone and if the threat comes back I won't be able to defend it. Great job brain, you doomed us all.

A gay hockey player

I don't really know what was going on in this dream. When I woke up I was not very responsive and in the note I made there aren't exactly too many specifics. But making a not was a good idea, cause by now, when I am writing this, I would not remember anything about it. Actually I would doubt this even happen in my dream, if not the note I have in front of me that does remind me a bit of what I saw.

The details are sketchy at best, but as I wrote in the "what is the point?" page, some days it might turn out this way. The was a hockey player, no one I recognized, that got arrested for something. I think he was somebody important, you know, not like an actual sports person, but someone well known, that happened to be a hockey player at that moment. For some reason he was gay, but that didn't play into anything. 

That is pretty much everything I was able to remember when I woke up. There was more, I do know that, there might have been even a narrative of some sorts, but that is where everything is blurry and I just can't recall anything concrete.

Short shorts are short... and pointless

So this it not exactly from what I would call "my normal sleep" time, as there was nothing I could recall about it when it happened at night. This one is from a nap I took today, or rather a series of naps I tried to take. Nothing is connected to each other, at least I think so.

This was a weird one, I was watching a series of short scenes that seem to lack any reason behind them and were a mix of things that happened and people I seen and interacted with and things absolutely made up.

I went to an airport with my girlfriend, in a taxi driven by a robot taxi driver, that happen to have a bag with Luigi on in (the green guy from the game Super Mario Brothers). He was driving a very crappy car, that nowadays you can barely even find on the road. That scene went nowhere, not even sure if we got to the airport, but we did get out of the car in a place, a place. There was a scene with were I was arguing with a middle aged man almost to a point of getting physical, but it never happened. The same man had a wife, who when she came changed his behavior 180 degrees and he was very polite, as if the argument never happened. And there was a scene with my sister, who in a hotel room, dismantled her car's exhaust system. Oh yeah, the car WAS in the hotel room, on top of the bed, as she was pulling the pipes out from under it.

There was one more I remember very vaguely, something about making a model of a mountain stream from candle wax, but all I remember about this one is that I was scraping the candle wax with a screwdriver.

Yeah...

Going Shopping

Well, my mind doesn't surprise me with anything this night. I woke up at 3:33 am, for no real reason and managed to write down a few words in my notebook. After that I went back to sleep with no significant dreams, although I was kind of recalling something right after awakening in the morning, but it escaped me before I was able to grasp it.

The dream I did wrote down was nothing special. Since it is Saturday and that is usually a day of shopping for groceries for me, my dream was related to that. I went to a few stores and got a bunch of stuff. The only thing really worth noting about this was that after getting back home I  realized I didn't pay for anything I brought (does that mean I stole everything?) and for no reason whatsoever I was able to hover/fly, but only at home and just for a few moments.

That... was unimpressive.