March 5th, 2003
|11:45 am - Cool beans? No, cool dreams|
Slept from maybe 2:30 or 3 to 11. First dream: in the USA, in some state next to Ohio. (Don't know which one.) Am in a car with lots of people who I can't recognise but know to be from the HP fandom. We are travelling some distance to pick some other fandom folk up before going to play some game. Travelling through this state is fine, but the weather is significantly snowy. Then when we get to Ohio, the journey becomes more difficult. We have to travel through a number of speed-controlling restrictions which have been put in the middle of the road to reduce the wide highway down to one lane. I think we hit at least one of them and just bounce/skid a bit, racing game style.
The road gets a lot twistier, though - effectively, it becomes a curvy mountain path where the mountain is on one side and a fatally deep drop is on the other side. There are no barriers protecting cars from falling down the drop. The road gets twistier and twistier, becoming more and more difficult to follow. We go slower and slower. Eventually the road starts bouncing up and down and we come to a stop, scared and unable to continue. Someone reveals their LJ username to be something like adscasnu (I can't remember the details, but I recognise it to be Aaron Solomon's old e-mail address, up to the @, from about 5-8 years ago.) I feel scared for my life and physically wake up, go to the toilet and go back to sleep.
Also in that one dream: prominent TV comic Jonathan Ross has either been in the car or been giving commentary on the car journey, making light of the difficulty of the road. Earlier on in the dream - not sure how this connects if at all - I had met up with a few US folk in the game show fandom, some of whom I recognised and aren't on LJ, others of whom I didn't recognise. I had sent them Christmas presents which had only arrived that day, so I got to see them opening them. They weren't very impressed with the presents. Some of them got little bottles of some sort of liquid which were almost empty, though it wasn't clear whether they were after-shave or some sort of liquor. One of them (the afore-mentioned Mr. Solomon) got some sort of DVD or CD from me. However, none of the people who I had given presents to were at all pleased with them.
Later dream: this one skips around a bit. At one point inevitably I find myself on the London Underground, though only travelling a stop or two and realising that the map that was available in the dream seemed to be missing a few routes which I also knew where they went. I ended up taking some sort of strange fire exit to get from the platform to the surface and saw an information sign about some of the poles within the underground trains' carriages. I remarked with amusement that these signs mentioned the word jiggery-pokery. Some other people who I hadn't seen for years were there. (I remember one of them being David Wallace, who addedentry and a few others might know.)
But I got to my destination, which I think must have been Dalston or Hackney because I knew I was there to try to find the house of Nick Parish and his fiancée who were soon to get married in the dream much as in real life. I had to walk down a hill, past a shopping centre, then discovered I'd walked too far and missed the side road which led to their flat's front door, so I walked back up it. For some reason, though, I was carrying a great big two-handed sword. (No, didn't get to play D&D at the games club last night, if that's relevant.) I'm the only person carrying one, it's of great encumbrance and I feel rather self-conscious about it. I see that one of the shops I pass on the way sells large swords and scabbards and also good quality fantasy clothing (capes etc.) which I'd like to go in and buy, but I can't afford it. I find Nick's house but am still not sure what I'm meant to be doing with the sword.
Elsewhere in one of the dreams, there has been a swordfighting scene. I'm not sure whether I'm doing the fighting or not, but I do identify with one of four colour-coded participants. It's fairly comical fighting - it could well have come from something like the Raven game show (see January, passim) or possibly like the live role-playing back at Oxford rather than deadly combat. Somewhere along the line I, or the character I identify with, abandon the sword for a sizeable axe which proves an unwieldy, ineffective weapon. Can't remember if I win, but I think I make it to the last two. All the same, it's pretty cool.
Later on again in the dream, I am a Formula One co-driver (such a role does not currently exist) and co-driving David Coulthard's car. The new F1 regulations have made cars look very, very much like normal road ones, though they still go at tremendous speeds. We are at a place I identify as being Monaco, but it's nothing like the real racetrack. We travel about half the lap and it's all sharply uphill. I realise that we must have an extremely sharp downhill coming soon and don't look forward to this. Once we reach what may be the top of the hill, there is an extremely sharp right-hand turn, which we miss; because we are going so quickly and so strongly uphill, we drive off the side of the racetrack and fly through the air. David is quite unconcerned about this.
We descend nose-first to the ground at apparently quite a controlled rate and are able to project our car so that it lands either in the sea or in a big lake. It's quite a gentle touchdown and the water is not too deep, though not problematically shallow. We get out of the car without any problems and get to the mainland, where we meet someone who's there as either a fan or an engineer. However, he's supporting Ferrari so he isn't very impressed with us. We dive back in and manage to rescue the car from the water. Later on, we discover that David has still managed to qualify for the grid in tenth position out of twenty, which makes David laugh out loud. He might have been laughing at the fact that he still qualified so well, or at the person who qualified twentieth, about three times as slowly as anyone else. The other strange thing is that this official F1 graphic also lists who each driver has as their "outboard visa" and most of the names look like those of my Friends. The only one I recognise straight away is that of hermorrine, though I don't know which driver she was associated with.
The other thing tied up in that dream is that I realise a Friend with whom I have been swapping some fairly deep and intimate e-mail turns out to actually be a famous pop star. Not one who I know, but one whose name I recognise because you lot keep talking about her - either Michelle Branch or Avril Lavergne (sp?), I think. I do a bit of wandering around trying to come to terms with the consequences of this and wondering whether she'll still want to know me, whether she'll still want to be bothered with me when she has so much else going on.
I think that's everything I can remember - as you can imagine, I'm trying to rush this down into a LJ entry while I can remember as much as I can of it. Quite impressed with these, actually. :-)
Current Mood: impressed
Current Music: Nothing yet. Test: jiggery_pokery
Heheheh. You did quite well remembering!
Don't steal Michelle and Avril from my dreams. Give them back! :-)
|Date:||March 5th, 2003 05:27 am (UTC)|| |
For some reason, though, I was carrying a great big two-handed sword. [...] I'm the only person carrying one, it's of great encumbrance and I feel rather self-conscious about it.
How very Freudian!
Interesting dreams in general -- if I was into dream-analysis I could think of a number of things to say about them, but to be honest I think dream-analysis is only really useful when it's done by the dreamer.
(If dreams are a way of our subconscious telling us things that it knows our conscious mind is missing, it's somewhat unfortunate that it chooses to tell us things by the moral equivalent of getting Gaiman's Delirium to shout them at us through a roomful of jam.)
Going back to something yesterday, have to admit I've been thinking about you and knives a fair bit - knives, blades, swords, it all connects. No distinct conclusions, but some considerable possibilities.
OK. Here's what I
got out of my dream:
Ohio: for the past three years I have travelled to Ohio at about this time of year. This year it looks like I won't have the funds to do it (or, while I could take them out on my credit card, I've more got this possibility earmarked for Nimbus
). This is annoying as I've really, really enjoyed my Columbus, OH trips and the people I've met there.
Travelling uncomfortably down a long and increasingly windy road: what it says. Angst.
Jonathan Ross: very funny on They Think It's All Over
, largely crap on his own comedy shows.
Fear of falling: partly what is says, partly I believe this is a pretty frequently encountered thing in dreams with a reasonably well-known meaning, though I don't know what it is.
Aaron Solomon: bloke I respect a lot and am thrilled to hear that he's doing so well. I suppose I have a nagging fear that he doesn't respect me as much as I respect him.
Remembering his complex e-mail address from years ago: damn, I'm geeky even in my dreams. Ah. Smug mode.
Giving ill-received presents: what it says. Angst. Fear of rejection, probably.
London Underground: I think and dream about this enough and like thinking and dreaming about this enough that I don't think it has any particular significance.
David Wallace: someone I haven't seen for years who I respected and liked but wasn't close to. Discussions of seeing people who I haven't seen for a long time might have indicated him. See also Aaron Solomon above.
Nick Parish and fiancée: like them a lot, have been thinking about them a lot recently.
Their particular location where they don't live any more now: I once went there for a surprise party for Nick, which was a lot of fun. General thoughts of going to parties.
Sword: no idea. If it helps, it was a really bloody big sword, stretching from damn close to my shoulders almost to my feet. I love dancingrain
Swordplay: reminded of friends at Oxford, particularly on the RPGsoc side. Some of you lot, in short.
Formula One and differences between real life and dream: was reading about this on Monday, thinking about Sunday's funny advert and so forth.
David Coulthard: favourite driver.
Being a co-driver of someone I respect: not sure, but probably significant somehow. Probably the role in which I feel most comfortable.
Fear of being in a car and falling again: not sure, but it's evidently a running theme.
Being in a car which falls into a body of water: used to be an occasional nightmare for me, but evidently I'm a bit happier with it now.
Landing in the water and being pretty much unharmed: ooh, maybe something to do with conquering past fears, I hope.
Being scorned by the mechanic/fan: a fear of scorn if I do go ahead and conquer past fears, but it didn't turn out too badly.hermorrine
: have been thinking about her (you!) recently, for obvious reasons. I suspect a lot of you others were in there as well, just the names didn't stand out.
Said pop stars: well, this one's down to you lot. I have very little notion of either of them other than from Friends list postings and the like.
Wondering if someone who I've been corresponding a lot with recently is still interested in me: I'm afraid I suspect this is just what it says and it's evidently just percolated down to my subconscious. :-)
OK, there's what I got from pretty much a surface scan. Further analysis very welcome indeed. I think there are probably some standard things in there which have reasonably well-known second meanings, but I don't know what they are.
Not sure if I actually believe any of the meanings or significances, but it's certainly fun.
|Date:||March 5th, 2003 06:46 am (UTC)|| |
I don't suppose you were hoping to go to Columbus for the Grain Elevator and Processing Society (GEAPS
) Exchange 2003 trade show from March 1-4, were you?
Alas no. Would that I had been - I could have cut the show and spent time seeing nice folk instead...
|Date:||March 5th, 2003 06:55 am (UTC)|| |
You couldn't cut the show! I would have designed your badge. It came with 8 free drink tickets, 2 tickets to Gameworks, 2 brunch tickets, and a ticket for the Longaberger Basket Company tour.
And you would rather be seeing nice folk instead? Hrmph!
Ah. In that case I'd have been seeing someone nice and inviting them to come to Gameworks, to brunch and on the Longaberger Basket Company tour with me. How's about that for an offer you can't refuse?
|Date:||March 5th, 2003 07:05 am (UTC)|| |
They may scoff at you until you tell them about the free drinks. Who doesn't love a free drink?
Oh, but I shouldn't be interested in the accompaniment of anyone who was only really there for the FOUR FREE DRINKS.
Would you have been allowed to use all eight drinks tickets at once in order to get a small vat of some absurdly complicated cocktail?
|Date:||March 5th, 2003 07:19 am (UTC)|| |
Sadly no. There are 4 tickets for each of two events, a Get-Acquainted Party and a banquet. Also each ticket specifically states "one complimentary beer, wine, or soda". While a vat is out of the question, a concoction of your own design may fill a barrel or at least a large pitcher or milk jug. I would suggest a dark beer, a white and a red wine, and the fruitiest soda on the menu. Place in a large clear container and saunter over to the first person you see. Lay down your best pick-ups and taking heaping gulps in between.
Hilarity, as they say, will ensue.
And/or vomiting and/or nausea and/or...
The idea of a four-fruity-sodas cocktail has more to it, but probably less to it than the four fruity sodas themselves.
I do like the way that if you're on your own you may be able to achieve four drinks for yourself, whereas if you're with someone then you only have two drinks each. There is a natural sort of justice therein, I reckon.
Ah-hah! The two-handed sword: You are clearly the Heir of Gryffindor.
And pop stars? LOL. LOL
*would have deeper interpretations for you if wasn't so sleepyheaded*
|Date:||March 5th, 2003 10:05 am (UTC)|| |
brilliant interpretation miss.
Those are some incredible dreams, I can't believe you remembered all that. And...
Travelling through this state is fine, but the weather is significantly snowy.
Michigan (north of Ohio) just got a big snowfall during the night, 4-10 inches depending on where you are in the state.
Then when we get to Ohio, the journey becomes more difficult. We have to travel through a number of speed-controlling restrictions which have been put in the middle of the road to reduce the wide highway down to one lane.
Ohio is well-known for being strict enforcers of the speed limit. They are almost always doing construction on the tollway (which is the main East-West highway), with frequent narrowings to one lane.
Both Pennsylvania (E of Ohio) and Kentucky (S) have mountains.
Mmm - quite a few Stateside friends have been mentioning snow recently, which might well have been that particular inspiration.
The only time I have travelled distantly by road in Ohio was 2001 when I took the Greyhound from Indianapolis to Columbus and back. The journey there had the single least well-trained bus driver that I think I have ever been driven by - she had been given shockingly little preparation about the route she was to take that day and took an absurdly high number of wrong turns.
Not sure whether that would have involved travelling on the tollway or not (especially as we visited places like Dayton and the 'Nati - which I'm not even going to try
to spell - along the way) but I don't recall there being any tolls paid.lambertman
, did I ever tell you about this? I'm sure that I wrote about it somewhere for someone at the time but I'm damned if I can remember where and it's a cute little story.
I don't think you told me that story. *waits, patiently :)*
H'mm. I thought I told someone it somewhen and you were the most likely suspect. I shall dig the likely dates out and rummage through my sentmail from a couple of years ago.
I've basically told you the story - driver doesn't know the route she's meant to be taking - but some of the details are fairly fun.
Ohhh, Columbus. Not sayin' any more.
You were south of the Ohio turnpike (finally remembered name of it), I80 is the main road from NYC to Chicago and beyond and runs across the north part of the state.
I've noticed that your dreams are remarkably linear (or possibly mine are absurdly non-linear). I'm impressed as always. Plus these are the best posts for me to read when I first get to work. Thank you.
I suspect there may be a bit of inadvertent linearisation going on when I come to recall the dreams, partly because I'm not sure how I would recall dreams in a non-linear fashion. (I suppose I could do something fancy with the <table> tag...) It may well be the case that I've got the order of the parts of the dreams wrong, but today I think they're pretty well-sorted.
Well, one theory (although I don't have the wherewithal or awakeness to go find sources for it now, so I may be misrepresenting somewhat) would be that, since dreams usually require a sort of active remembering to get consciously remembered in detail, there's some serialization that occurs as a normal part of fitting the dreams into some semblance of a coherent narrative. [Insert giant epistemological rant here about humans-as-narrators, time permitting.]
Speaking of which, I am amazed at the level of recall here, something which I normally associate only with just-upon-waking dream journaling. Do you keep a dream journal, or are you simply lucky enough to have much better dream recall than most?
Also, I have driven on the dangerous road you refer to, but it's in the Sierra Nevadas, not Ohio. It is called "Steep Narrow Road," which is a sign that the National Park Service is nothing if not helpfully descriptive. It is one of the only truly frightening experiences in my life (in the sense of palpable mortal danger, rather than just a scare).
Do you keep a dream journal
Not formally, though I've always taken quite an interest in this sort of thing, I tend to take particular interest in other peoples' entries where they talk about dreams (though they are entries where I seldom feel qualified to comment) and had a bit of practice at getting these things written down. I've a few in my paper diary, though I suspect I've never been able to go into as much detail before as I had about that one. Maybe part of it is that I'm happy enough with typing to try to get all the nuances and embellishments down, whereas when I've had to write them down in the past, it's been enough of a hassle that I've kept things reasonably short.
I nearly once went on a LA-to-Texas road trip which was planned to include a trip around such a road, which I suspect would been the one in the Sierra Nevadas you mention. ('Twould have been with Jake Tanner after GSC 5 in '96, I think, for those from the game show fandom who would be familiar with the names.) A little too much humming and ha-ing ruled it out in the end, Jake didn't go to GSC 5 and so I ended up taking a 48-hour Greyhound trip from LA to Atlanta instead. All's well that ended well.
Is it by now completely obvious that I don't actually know where the Sierra Nevadas are? :-)
Well, your lack of a dream journal only makes me that much more impressed that you have such detail of recall. I tend to lose dream memories rapidly in the first half-hour of awakeness, although occasionally they'll be intense enough to stay with me more consistently. But I think even then I have to consciously fill in some narrative gaps to make any linear sense of it.
Geological map of California here
. Scroll down for links to larger versions. Sierras are the gigantic red portion on the east side of the state and in the middle; Yosemite is clearly marked and readable in the larger pics. LA is also marked, and probably if you took the direct route you'd pass through the Mojave rather than the Sierras. "Peanuts" buffs will note Needles, CA on the right edge of the map, almost directly across from LA, the desert home of Spike, Snoopy's brother.
You have almost certainly not been on the road unless you've actually camped in the Sierras, since it is a 40-mile access road to one of the lakes in the middle of nowhere. But the US is full of such roads, built to nominally handle motor traffic, but not really ever intended for the sort of use the Parks see today. (Er, actually, the Sierras are a National Forest, but you get my drift.)
|Date:||March 5th, 2003 07:45 am (UTC)|| |
I think you were travelling through Pennsylvania. I just have a hunch about this one.
Oh dear, now I've invaded YOUR dreams. ;)
*laughs and hugs*
Those are very vivid dream recollections. I had one a few night ago about space aliens invading Sainsbury's Homebase, maybe I'll post it sometime!