I had a dream
by Kevin Crosby
19 June 2009
I had a dream. Was it in color? Of course! Did I taste the foods I ate? Sometimes quite deliciously. Did I smell anything? Well, when one wreaked of gasoline I shook myself awake just in case since I’ve had dreams where I hear outside sounds such as my alarm clock like the voice of God.
If there is anything to dreams, and the millions of us that have had premonitions that came true understand there is, I was forced to be born into this world. I had a dream in 1995 about sitting in line on what looked like the surface of Mars letting the young people who kept showing up to go past me. I was told it was a queue to play a really cool game, but I just wanted to sit and enjoy the scenery. Eventually some angry man pulled me from the line and made me cut to the front where there was a portal I entered and was suddenly born an infant. Catholics call that line the Guff, something I didn’t know until the movie by that name was released years later.
I hear most people don’t dream (or don’t remember them as so many say). I know when I started having to live my nights ruled by the morning alarm clock I didn’t dream much either. One a week, a few a month: that seemed normal to me. Then the late 90s rolled around and I was no longer ruled by an alarm clock. I could sleep in. I could fall back to sleep if I did wake. And I started dreaming practically every single morning, oftentimes more than once.
Some of these dreams last for several minutes. Sometimes even after waking I’ve been able to fall back asleep into the same dream — even multiple times. Once such combination lasted at least half an hour until the dream reached a point where I was eventually trying to find some steak to go with the cream covered asparagus I found and decided to finally call it quits and wake up for good.
The content of my dreams varies dramatically from short, quick, single scenes to long drawn out stories that sometimes allow me to manipulate them with just my wishes alone: levitating for example. One long one that stands out involved me flying and wondering that I didn’t think I’d ever swam in a dream before to which the scenery quickly progressed to me floating along under water seeing a myriad of prehistoric looking fish and aquatic reptiles. It was certainly quite the eye candy.
Sometimes my dreams are very high tech. A recurring dream element both me and a good scientist friend have been having involves weaponized chewing gum that sticks to the teeth and keeps growing. It’s more than a bit annoying to say the least. One I really like involves embedded videos in the likes of newspapers and magazines. In this case, these dreams seem to be progressing from highest tech using smart ink to most recently one that could probably be made right now today using a few millimeter thick stick-on. One really cool one involved a huge Cheshire Cat that looked like the coolest computer graphics I’d ever seen, and I’ve had many dreams where I’m playing video games.
As for smart ink, the beer company Coors recently released their line of cans that will turn blue when cold. What color is it hot? I know blue is not the mandatory color either as evidenced by so many children’s toys that do similar things.
I’ve noticed that when I become engrossed in something, like years ago in the Windows 3.1 days when I played a lot of the game Doom, I was having dreams where if I didn’t like what was happening I’d restart the dream from when it began and try again. Solving problems I have with computer software coding issues I encounter is not uncommon as well, and my dreams will be filled by me sitting at the computer working on the algorithms.
Some of my dreams have been a bit spooky too. Way back in the early 90s, for example, a study found that when guys could reply anonymously, a disgustingly huge percent of them admitted they’d rape someone if they could get away with it. Disturbing as that is, I decided the next time I had a dream with a woman in it I’d give it a try to see whatever could be the allure. That next morning a woman popped up right in front of me in a dream and I pushed her to the ground. I was immediately grabbed by others and asked what the Hell did I think I was doing. I apologized profusely explaining I was just trying what I thought was a safe experiment and that it’d never happen again. (All the women coming on to me in dreams since has been amazing!)
Another dream in the mid-90s had me sitting down to a board meeting where it was explained they were about to launch a nightmare campaign and wanted my approval. While I didn’t exactly feel right about it, I didn’t exactly not want them to do it. I wanted them to use their best judgment since dreams can kill the feeble, though I might have to amend that a bit due to the Hmong Sudden Death Syndrome killing Laoation soldiers trained by the US Central Intelligence Agency.
My last nightmare I think was in April 2008 a few days after I pissed off tons of people when I told them to really study Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. After deciding to watch some television one night after weeks of none I stayed up late to watch the animated series South Park. Both episodes were about religion with one in which God admits to being Buddhist and that only Mormons go to Heaven. That got me thinking of my ex-fiancee whose family is Mormon who mentioned that the CIA infiltrated them years ago in order to discover how they’re able to teach foreign languages so quickly.
That night I had a dream like the scene right out of the movie “Being John Malcovich” where everyone had his face (sorry for the spoiler), but in my case all the faces were my ex-fiancee. I used one of my techniques of violently shaking my head to wake up, did the ritual bathroom thing, put on a pot of coffee, and jumped online to check my email. Wouldn’t you know it? There was an email from her after 13 years via my Facebook account I had only just recently created. We chatted nightly for months after that, and the more she said, the less I trusted her. She even told me she was a “good witch”, but when I started to talk about my ideas regarding my Aeon Tree project she totally flipped out, called me a socially retarded narcissist, and blocked me from further contact. On an up note, the 13 year crippling depression due to guilt I felt was miraculously lifted after catching her in her lies. Think along the lines of that Simpsons television episode where Marge gets drunk, Homer crashes the car, and then he puts her in the driver’s seat and blames her for the accident.
Another dream phenomenon that comes to mind is falling asleep awash in sound. From something like an alarm clock being heard within a dream to falling asleep in front of a television, I’ve caught myself falling for an advertised product only to wake, realize some infomercial about it was on, and the product of course wasn’t as good as it seemed in the dream. The eminent psychiatrist and CIA asset Ewen Cameron experimented with this and other brainwashing techniques on unwitting patients in Canada for which he was eventually sued to the benefit of some of his victims.
But sleep cinema is one thing. In 1996 I started noticing more clearly my daydreams. But they weren’t daydreams so much: as what I recall of daydreams from high school class involved shortly nodding out for a quick sleep dream. What I was noticing was faint imagery unfolding before me when I closed my eyes. Often starting out as random shapes and images with amazing artistic potential, they’d later evolve into something like some television episode playing out with just my eyes closed. When I asked my “higher powers” what they were, my brain told me they were art projects from deceased children. And so I watched them. For months. And I started asking around what the Hell?
No one knew. Not the doctors. Not the Internet. Not the countless people in the many forums I belong to. I did, though, find one artist who has them and uses their imagery to create new pieces =) Then one day: vioala! Someone posted to Wikipedia about the rare closed-eye visuals. Granted I don’t necessarily agree with all the explanations, but the article did include another phenomemon none of my doctors or professors knew about regarding seeing squirmy little silver things swimming around in the eye when looking up to the sky on a bright day.
Like the Indians song goes (was used in a movie even), “Angels in the sky / At night you can see their eyes” (something like that), there is much more to life than simple biological functions most folk are clueless about in the first place let alone try to reason may hold a greater purpose. Back around 1995 when my fiancee asked me how many senses we have my immediate response was “More than they teach us.” I might suggest reading the Wikipedia article on the subject, especially if the number that comes to your mind is five.
Now for all you folks that insist on falling asleep with the television going all night or something, let me just warn you that the CIA has been experimenting with that form of brainwashing for years. A successful class action lawsuit was brought against one such brainwasher: in fact, he was the founding President of the American and World Psychiatric Associations working in Canada, such the meanie!
At this point I want to talk about memory flashbacks, but that’s a whole chapter in itself since it would involve 40 year old’s and their recurring memories of horrific childhood abuse they’ve repressed. Suffice it to say that if soldiers are experiencing anything close to what I have had, my heart goes out to you. Having to relive verbatim a traumatic experience is truly a nightmare.
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