Wednesday, May 22, 2013

The first images

The first dream I remember having a distinct image in was a little over a week ago.  In the dream I blew out one of the tires on my car and so I pulled into a parking lot to inspect the damage.  The first image was of my tire.  Its hard to explain what this was like to people who have normally dream that are all pictures.  I guess the closest I could come to it would be if you remember Ren and Stimpy and how that had the hyper detail images.  It would be like if one image from a visual dream was like that.  While I was looking at my tire a truck with a trailer backed into my car.  This was the second image I had was the trailer hitting the back of my car.  That was when I woke up.  As is pretty much always the case for me, the feeling I experienced in the dream were very much with me when I awoke.  I was in a panic trying to tell the guy backing up that he was going to hit me and I awoke with my heart rate increased and feeling scared and panicky.

Shortly after that I had another dream that has an image in it.  I was being kidnapped by two guys and they were forcing me to go upstairs in this hotel in an elevator.  When we got to the floor they wanted they got off the elevator before me and I tried to push the button to close the door.  That was the single image I had in that dream.  I saw the elevator buttons.  After that they gabbed me and dragged me out the elevator and I woke up, once again feeling scared and panicky.

I think I remember the scary dreams more than any other because the emotions take more time to diffuse. Since I have the blogger app on my phone hopefully I can try to start getting down my dreams when I first wake up.

Intro

For as long as I can remember I have never had the ability to visualize things, even in my dreams.  When I do have dreams that I remember it is because of the intense emotions.  When I told a friend that I don't dream in pictures he asked if I dream instead in prose.  At the time I answered that I dream in feels rather than images, isn't that really what poetry is?  Rather than pictures it is words.  Rather than simple statements it is emotive. Thus, I dream in poetry.  I have recently had a few very memorable dreams and some of them have even had concrete images that I remember.  I am very excited about this and I want to try and write down these dreams and these images and perhaps lean something from them.