Dream Journal #15
It * important to note that, last night, Micaiah spent the
night at my house. His parents had evicted him from their home earlier in the
week, and this had been a desperate attempt on his part to find shelter.
*may be
1.
I had dreamt that I was in a video game of some sort, but the
mood of it was far from frivolous. It matched most closely Jonathan Blow’s*
description of a ‘grueling [P]unishing game’.
*INTP
I was met with some challenge that
I could not fulfill. The predominant mood was Paranoia.
2.
The architecture again seems to hearken back to Jak II.
Perhaps this recurring theme would suggest that it is imperative that I play
that game more thoroughly.
3.
I am getting back in touch with my Intro-verted Thinking.
4.
There was some pervasive Oppressive force, as though from some
hostile parental or patriarchal force.
Again, the theme of trying to
Arrive somewhere, anxiously, and failing to appears.
5.
Perhaps this was a Collective Dream? It would explain this
helplessness my ego feels in regards to rendering its meaning.
Yesterday was the
Fourth of July. Many people were drunk, and most had
directed their energy outwards, clinging to the fireworks, the energy of the
crowd, the time, the place, and state of consciousness as though they were
perpetual adolescents.
Maybe this is why I feel pushed to
heroism today. Any method to help, be it extraversion or introversion, logic or
feeling.
6.
If there was a personal dimension to it, it was reflective of
my settled predicament. I felt that I had to Get somewhere, but that a set of
conditions – an existing predicament – impeded my progress to the imperative
Goal.
almost
7.
I am ^ without doubt that the dream was Collective.
dm.A.A.
Verdict:
I need to play Jak II in order that I may model level
designs that would speak to the Collective Unconscious.
dm.A.A.
8.
I had to collect certain items. I had to pass through black
portals in order to acquire them in other worlds. I think that there was one
per world.
I had to play through the worlds
in succession.
There was a council of some sort.
Some girl was a part of the council, perhaps reminiscent of Tiffany Lahe.
9.
Was this dream at
all reminiscent of the Alexandra Nicholson nightmares? The mood and character of the Council would
vouch for this explanation.
I feel cast back into
adolescence:The excitement of romantic love.
How
many people must have had a blind kiss last night?
I have fallen off
the leftside cliff, I think.
All my body tingles.
Something ‘important’ has happened in the excited minds of many Americans.
Patriotic zeal with the flair of young love.
10.
Were Carlin’s
grandparents there as well?
I was falling short of the
Collective’s Expectations, by going against it.
The details appear superfluous
now.
dm.A.A.
The Details:
There
were screens arranged high above the ceiling, in one room.
11.
Recollection of Another Dream:
One hallway felt like another
dream wherein several friends and I tramped about an impartial city, with
freewheeling delight, and finally found an entrance to a small playhouse that
was kept by some unsympathetic, contemptuous force.
At some other point in this*
dream, I was walking through a hallway almost akin to the corridor in Lofty
Castle (Spyro the Dragon), except that it was a museum.
* or some other strangely
12.
In this dream, there was a corridor ^ akin in mood to the
second Spyro game* except that it was much darker, and there was a pervasive
tone of discord and anarchy.
* which Maria has been waiting to play.
The charged energy, now
possessed(or assuaged) feels like overwhelming, erotic, almost incestuous
desire.
Remembering that this was almost
definitely a Collective Dream, my individual conscience is put at Great Ease.
The fireworks and hot dogs of
yesterday,as well as the smell of beer, mark the quality of
this.
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