Psychic feedback

It almost went right this morning. I woke up from a nicely vivid dream, and it was still pretty fresh in my mind, and I thought I had the wherewithal to record it and stuff, but no. In my hubris I assumed I would remember it all, and eventually I got my day more or less started, and the dream sort of fell by the wayside. I got caught up with other stuff, puttered around, had some coffee...and of course now the memory is quite faded. Coffee is the anti-dream, everybody. I keep forgetting that. But anyway, here's what I remember...

I had been sent away to school, or some similar setup. The dream was focused on the non-academic aspect, though...dorm life. But this was dorm life unlike any dorm life I've ever known. It was like a comfy prison...or more like being kept as pets by some inscrutable alien masters. Every so often, via either complicated conveyor belt systems or tables that sank into the floor and rose again, meals would be provided. It was often pizza. Kinda bad pizza, actually. But there was other stuff from time to time...cinammon rolls, for example, or some variety of frosted pastry. I did have a roommate (though as far as I recall he didn't have an actual identity), but room-life didn't figure in that much; things seemed centered more around some kind of common room...or more like a rec room. [In retrospect, there are quite a number of environments to which this whole setup could be likened. I just thought of an asylum.] There was a feeling of paranoia that was fairly prominent, I recall. Not knowing where the food was coming from was part of it; it was there, and more always came, but it felt weird to not be guaranteed that it would aways be so. And sometimes your food would be taken away and given to someone else, or you'd be given someone else's food...there seemed to be no rhyme or reason to that. Not that anyone seemed to care so much...you just ate whatever showed up on the conveyor belt. But the whole thing was a little unsettling. The thing I remember most now, though, was wandering back to my room at some point and finding my belongings all thrown onto my bed with some masked burglar going through them. I cursed at the person and tried to catch them, but they narrowly escaped by wriggling out through a gap in the wall. I had the strong impression that it was one of my dormmates...it was that bad movie/cartoon effect, when some known character just runs around in a mask or some ineffective disguise, and the audience knows full well who it is, but none of the other characters seem to know. I'm trying to think of an example, and all I can think of is Jim Carrey's Riddler. :) Anyway, that was about the time I woke up. I snapped awake full of adrenaline, as tends to happen when I wake up from a dream fight or chase.

So that was that. It was what I like to call a solid dream. It wasn't disjointed or psychedelic, it was a continuous and faintly realistic storyline...and it stuck with me. Solid. I am a little disappointed that I didn't record more of it before it fled, but this is still more than I tend to remember about my dreams these days, so I'm not that displeased. It was also the kind of dream that made me ponder it for a while. There seemed to be a lot to it. The "school" aspect didn't figure into the dream story at all...it was just background material. I've been thinking about school lately, though, and the parallels to prison (or an asylum) aren't completely out of whack. :) The alien captors/weird food delivery setup was pretty interesting to my waking mind, though. It made me think about all the talks I've been having lately about trying to set up a kind of ideal Marxist thing and having everyone's basic needs provided for. It threw into sharp relief for me what might be the realities of having to make such a weird shift in perspective. What was bouncing around in my head after awakening was this bizarre community thing. We were all there, sort of stuck in this life with each other, and there was this sense of...I can't even describe it. "Community" is the best word I can think of, but only if you imagine it with all the darkest connotations of the word. People stuck together tripping over each other...no real sense of ownership...things are just there; nothing's really mine. The paranoia and the feeling of invasion...it was omnipresent. I can't seem to find the right words for it. Suffice it to say, though, the capitalist in me was pretty revolted by something about that world. It just made me think that, no, maybe it won't be so easy to get everyone fed, after all. :)

So, anyway...yeah. Boozed it up pretty good last night :) There was a (belated) gettogether for Don's birthday at a Mexican place which warmed things up with margaritas and tequila shots. Things naturally migrated to Evergreen after that, and I jumped over to whiskey sours, which is kind of new for me. At any rate, it was a sort of boisterous, joyous intoxication for me, which was swell, and I'm paying a little for it this morning, but not too bad. I surprised myself by not having a terrible night with alcohol as I tend to do when the drinking gets heavy; I haven't gone out and gotten tanked in forever. But no hurling, no nausea, even, and I had a pretty good time, all told. Can't complain.

So I think that's about it. I'll probably coast through today...not being in a super-sharp state of mind or anything. I guess the weekend's coming up, too, which never encourages much to get done. So, yeah...don't look for much of consequence in this space any time soon. :)

Oh, and enhat? This one's for you, buddy. :)

Peace, everybody. :)

More web picture fun

I ganked this from ravnna; it seemed like fun:

1. Enter your first name only into Google
2. Then click the "Images" tab
3. Pick your favorite and post it in your journal

I spent way too much time on this. I found a lot of pretty neat candidates, including possible icon fodder, but I really wanted something non-human to win. In the end, though...

( ...there could be only one winner )

So there's that. :) And in closing, I'd just like to remind everyone that you're not likely to ever see me in this situation. :)