To sleep...

How many times do you wake up from a dream, only for the memory of it to fade away once your brain gears up and starts processing the morning? Redundant question, I guess. As ever, Randall Munroe articulates the process as well as anyone.

Regardless, I read somewhere that the easiest way to train your mind to remember a dream is to write them down as quickly as possible. In doing so, not only do you keep a record of that dream, - and indeed the fact you had one at all - but it actually helps you recall subsequent dreams more frequently and in better detail.

For the past two years, whenever I wake up from a dream, I quickly jot down as many key details as I can on my phone before falling back to sleep. The next morning, I remember that I drempt something and have a read through my notes (sometimes pages and pages of detail; occasionally a small collection of nonsensical gibberish - see the above quote) and it all comes flooding back. Then throughout the day, I translate it to English and tweet what I can under the hashtag #LastNightsDream.

Nowadays, I find it slightly too limiting to compress everything down into bite-sized 140 character chunks so I figure I'd find a place to document them all in as much detail as I can, and without my sporadic rants and compulsive pop-culture refferences clogging up the spaces in-between.


The whole experience has tought me that my subconscious is a strange, strange place.

Poltergeist v Forearms

Night of Tuesday, 15.05.2014

I don't quite remember much about this one. I do remember that it's winter time. Christmas, in fact; all the walls are green and red. I remember that there's something going on in this room... some kind of supernatural commotion regarding mum and a Christmas tree? I think I tried to explain that the poltergeist would leave us alone if we were nice to it.

Then all the lights go out, everything goes a deep dark grey and pale blue; static-y too, like I'm watching through an old telly. The ghost (invisible) has grabbed a hold of me and is slowly lifting me up off the floor by my forearms. The bones in my forearm and elbow joint shine through my soft tissue a brilliant and extremely pale blue colour. In contrast, everything else seems to be getting darker and more distorted. This really hurts, not just the ghost clutching my bones, but the strain on my elbows which are frozen in place, flexed upwards at right angles, and struggling to hold me - the longer the ghost has me hoisted, the heaver my body becomes, the more pain I'm in. Eventually, my radius and ulna buckle and dislocate.

And then I woke up.

Reminded me of this, but blue. And anatomically correct (the radius & ulna wouldn't cross in this pose)

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