Waking Dreams

It’s late at night and I’m lying in bed trying to fall asleep, my back facing the rest of the bedroom. After a minute or so, there’s a subtle sensation in the back of my head. I feel a vague presence, then movement, as if someone is closing in on me before lightly pressing their mouth close to my ear.

“Jacob.”

The word is muttered quickly, with a clear and distinct voice which closely resembles that of my little brother. I know that my brother is upstairs. Nowadays I seldom sleep with my back facing an open space.

 

You In?

Every time I fall asleep, this is what my dreams tell me:

Dream diary IV

IV.

“I jump down on the slab, close to the dark water. I see parts of a camera lens, a brooch, a pocket watch and a curious contraption that I have never seen before. A basic geometric shape highlighted with golden ornaments framing sections of glass that envelope some strange clockwork device. Beside the still water lay a group of miniature swords, each about six to ten inches long. André pointed out bones behind me, in under a crevice, resting on heaps of gold coins, leather straps and old clothes. They are pointed out as belonging to our ancestors. But my interest lay in the weird glass object rather than old mossy treasures. I turned around and glanced at the object only three inches down the water. I feel a strange need or craving for the strange object and attempt to reach for it, but as I do, a sudden insight of terror strikes me. If my hand breaches the surface of the water, I will wake something from the dark depths that will pull me down to the very bottom of these waters. I am repelled by the fearsome darkness, and my hand slowly moves away from the cold surface of the water.“

Dream Notes from January 2010 Part III

III.

An elderly woman greets us. She wants to show us “the Swedish voices that sing”, as she puts it. Everything seems normal size at this moment and the rock we stand on is flat and smooth alike the great slabs of the Stockholm archipelago. She is playing music on the radio that she is carrying, although no sound is discerned. She places it on a rock slab near the water below us and explains to us that the sound waves emitted from the radio are supposed to give off a nice echo across the waters. I am still not able to hear any sound, but I notice a palm-sized metallic object that gleams from under the water, and I bend down to reach it.

Dream Notes from January 2010 Part II

II.

Sharp rocky mountains. Two worms (or caterpillars) are slowly passing the ridge before my eyes. One is flaming red and yellow, the other one white, grey and blue. Both are colossal in length. Out of nowhere, an even greater shape is clouding the sky; a giant foot descending and incidentally crushing the red worm. It is me and my older brother; we are cosmic giants wandering these mountains. The worm bleeds with a bright yellow liquid, it slowly retracts in a final death spasm, as the blue worm slightly crosses the steep mountain ridge toward the light on the other side.

Dream Notes from January 2010

I had a really weird and vivid dream about a year ago, and still remember it clearly. As it is such an interesting reading to me, I have decided to publish my notes taken right after I woke up from the dream, slightly rewritten to enhance a fluent reading of course. This is the first part which is not that weird considered it is one of my dreams, but from the second part and on it will just get weirder and weirder.

I.

Passing through the dark tunnel towards the bright white light in the far end; dragging some tied-up scumbag after us to slowly die, we sit in a red raft; Me together with my friends I possibly do not know; packed with all sorts of rubble and garbage. I do not reflect upon what he has done to us; somehow my memory is blocked that way. I can only recall him being a mad and aggressive, shapeshifting bastard turning from man into pig into -whatever the fuck that is; some bipedal half-breed of some sort. I do not care the least anymore; instead I resentfully hope his death will be painful. Before the blur shortly covers my memory and all turns into white I am reminded of a similar dream, but have no time to further reflect upon it until we all dissipate in the light.

Living Dream-catcher

I remember one  childhood dream, in which I was trapped with my family in a wickedly tall apartment building and were chased by ravenous muppets. Instead of stairs there were blue and orange ladders, and while I was climbing one of them, a giant red muppet came from behind and ate my shoe! Later on I was alone in a room at the top of the building, when in through the wall a giant, blue furry sea cucumber crashed. It had a red single eye and talked to me with a deep adult voice, then shot out its tendrils and ate my other shoe! I mean, wtf!? When we finally escaped (the building collapsed) and got home, we found our house haunted and surrounded by bat swarms…

In one of my most recent dreams, which was very cinematic (I mean WOW really cinematic!), I was a century-old vampire covered in scars, and my bride was Elisabeth Bathory. She wanted me to turn her, but as vampires always do in films, I rejected her will (because my blood was somehow tainted and cursed), and this fuelled her belief that bathing in virgins’ blood would turn her into one. Most of the time we bathed in blood-filled tubs, or I watched her seducing naive virgins, haha.

When I woke up, I was so fascinated by how cinematic it was, so I came up with this idea for a wonderful horror film, and I made up the end in which she would tie me to a giant cross to paralyse me, then she would cut my wrists and drink my blood (which is cursed). Pain would overtake her and she would scream so loud in agony that the windows would break and let in the sun, and she would burn to death. Something like that.

Have you had any weird dreams lately? Or any dreams at all? For all I know, I was born a living dream-catcher.

Listening to the Song of Planets

Okay, I was supposed to post an article about dreams in the weekend, because:

Saturday morning I woke up in chock. I was overwhelmed! The dream (or dreams) were so powerful, so symbolic and vivid that night, I didn’t know what to make out of it! So I grabbed the closest sheet(s) of paper I could find and wrote my entire dream down. The prime reason why I am not going to write about this dream is because I don’t know what to write about it really… Maybe I’ll post an interpretation of it, but seriously… There are too many details for me to fit in one post. Second, I got so tired of it after having discussed it with several friends and not being able to let it go for three days straight.

Instead I am going to talk a (little) bit about today’s enlightenment, space sounds! Before you interrupt me by saying “Bogus! There is no sound in space cuz it’s just compressed vacuum there and shit!“, I simply answer: I agree. These are not real sounds. They are energy waves recorded by the Voyager satellites and converted into sound waves, audible files, which makes them comprehensible for humans, because we cannot hear these frequencies normally. I don’t remember how I stumbled upon this subject, all of a sudden I found myself listening to eerie space recordings on Youtube! Isn’t it just awesome!?

The recordings were made by NASA satellites Voyager 1 and 2, and the sounds I listened to were from 1992-2002 I think. The satellites are still out there, recording and collecting data in the darkest of places… Anyway, I was so fascinated by this, so I downloaded a couple of really awesome and chilling sound samples plus NASA’s album (oh yes, they have one) Symphonies of the Planets 1-5 from 1992! Each volume consists of a 30 minute song composed by pure, droning recorded space ambience… I’ve got only one word for it -> meditative.

Here, Check it out:

Space sounds are awesome!! *gonna make some music with this*