tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132047682011-07-28T05:18:47.050-07:00<br><b>dreams ~ nightmares ~ ideas ~ epiphanies ~ mind trips ~ visions ~ hallucinations<br><br>scour your brain and sprinkle the shavings here</b>Matty Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04832068973858472248noreply@blogger.comBlogger411100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-22780782153351296712009-12-31T16:19:00.000-08:002009-12-31T17:29:10.953-08:00

This is one of the strangest dreams I have had, and will be really challenging to describe. The only chance of it making any sense at all is to tell it in two parts. In the dream, I was actually co-existing in two different realities - different worlds, even - and sort of as two different people. So basically, two different stories were taking place at once. Both parts, described below separately

Matty Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04832068973858472248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-44234439429740615262009-05-15T09:08:00.000-07:002009-05-15T15:07:37.139-07:00

I was driving my scooter home from the pizza parlor, feeling slightly drunk and stuffed to the gills. As I approached the underpass, an on-coming Mitsubishi Montero turned/swerved left immediately in front of me, crossing my lane. It crashed into the bridge-supports on my right just as I puttered past. I looked around to see if anyone else had witnessed the accident, but didn't see a soul.Crap

Krëghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10163599621437822378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-60478921917835867602008-04-08T14:13:00.000-07:002008-04-08T14:30:54.271-07:00

About a week ago, my mind was trying to jar my body awake. When I'm too cold, or I have to pee, or the phone is ringing, my head makes every effort rouse my body so that I can tend to business. I suppose that experience has taught my collective self that the best way to get things moving is to start threading weird events together until my brain finally has a "what the f*ck?" moment, realizes

Krëghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10163599621437822378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-58185569862805987572008-01-13T10:16:00.000-08:002008-01-13T12:14:52.168-08:00

How is it possible to be surprised in a dream? How can unexpected things occur? This is one of the things that I find really amazing about dreams. If they are entirely of my own mind's making, how can the scenarios it (supposedly) creates be unpredictable? How can the characters it (allegedly) invents do and say things that it doesn't see coming?And who are the characters in my dreams? If they

Matty Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04832068973858472248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-8727835812104557232007-11-15T08:21:00.000-08:002007-11-15T08:25:45.948-08:00

I dreamed a montage of odd things last evening. Not that this is unusual. I only remember one though. I remembered the other odd stuff this morning when I got up, but now I can't think of them. Isn't that weird how that happens? Anyway the one I remember was that I had to ride one of those scooters generally reserved for elderly folk because my back was so bad and I couldn't ride in a car without

TongaLHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13966187658179330850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-71669967906696205542007-11-15T08:19:00.000-08:002007-11-15T08:21:53.974-08:00

I had a dream last week that I was being attacked by a man. He was just a big black shadowy blur, but he was mean. I was fighting and kicking and screaming and thrashing. He went to put his hand over my mouth to silence me and I bit down on his hand between his thumb and forefinger. I bit down hard. It was so vivid becasue I felt my teeth ripping away at his hand and he was screaming. I woke up

TongaLHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13966187658179330850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-27652304167998777462007-10-30T07:03:00.000-07:002007-10-30T07:04:22.118-07:00

I had a weird dream last night. Not that this is any surprise, but nonetheless I wanted to share it. It starts out at Niagara Falls. I have never been to Niagara Falls. I didn't see or read anything about Niagara Falls, so I have no idea where this came fromAnyway I am with a group at Niagara Falls and we are walking down some wooden steps. A person in my group asks, "See the tour guide? See how

TongaLHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13966187658179330850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-36800699718398046142007-05-06T01:06:00.000-07:002007-05-06T01:16:10.793-07:00

I was being given a ride in a new vehicle developed by these guys. It used teleporter technology to make crashing into objects impossible. They demonstrated it by driving down the street very fast through crowds of people who were out celebrating. As we approached the crowds, we just passed through them without hitting them - though we scared the shit out of them.This was expected to

Matty Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04832068973858472248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-32979840764045123302007-04-30T06:59:00.000-07:002007-10-31T18:52:13.003-07:00

I had a dream that freaked me out last night:My car in reality is currently almost out of gas and I hate going to the pump these days because prices are so high. I was pondering last evening whether or not I had enough gas to get to work this morning and I decided I did so I didn't go to the pump.Then last night I had this dream...I was in my little blue Sunfire and I was on a road trip [imagine

TongaLHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13966187658179330850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1148574287835492362006-05-25T09:00:00.000-07:002006-05-25T09:24:47.870-07:00

Been a while since I've had a dream worth posting but this morning's was pretty weird. It involved Dolly Parton, Lex Luthor, Flyleaf and Tonga. Tonga why do I keep dreaming about you? Get out of my head!Tonga and I were going to see Flyleaf perform an acoustic gig inside a big room in this sort of victorian farmhouse. They were opening for Dolly. So we're watching them do their thing - it's a

Melianoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1147130965993689282006-05-08T16:28:00.000-07:002006-05-08T16:29:26.010-07:00

Note: This is a dream I had a few years ago...Only fifteen minutes until the Apocalypse, and I hadn’t read the guide. It was like that nightmare where I forgot to study for the test. Only this was real. I was a key player, and I had no idea what I was supposed to do. Worse, I wasn’t even sure of my role.The thing is, I had gone through this once before, and this was like Deja vu, only in

Matty Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04832068973858472248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1143675206040361542006-03-29T15:31:00.000-08:002006-03-29T15:33:26.596-08:00

I had a dream that my co-worker Mike came over to our green box cubicle of an Internet Department and started talking about how stoked he was in regards to the movie stuff we are launching. He said all of this was so bassiatic. I said, “Bassiatic, what’s that?” He replied, “Cutting edge, hip, unprecedented coolness.”I woke up this morning and thought, I have to get to work and look up bassiatic

TongaLHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13966187658179330850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1143657252703561752006-03-29T10:31:00.000-08:002006-03-29T10:39:33.973-08:00

Last night I dreamed that my friend Lotus owned and operated an evil amusement park where she was creating an army of huge plastic robots she planned to use to overpower the entire world and turn it into one big, evil amusement park.Lotus' robot army looked like those old wooden fisher price characters, complete with the smiling faces painted on. Except these were made of plastic, and each was

Matty Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04832068973858472248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1139594772452228122006-02-10T10:00:00.000-08:002006-02-10T10:06:12.480-08:00

Welcome to 2006. This place is getting dusty.So, we’re pulling a bank heist. The “we” being myself and my nameless, faceless bank-robbing crew. I mean, they probably had names, but I joined a dream “already in progress” deep in Act II, and the time for the pleasantries of a name exchange must have transpired early in Act I. They likely had faces to match their names (and their names were

Krëghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10163599621437822378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1134773666054212942005-12-16T14:25:00.000-08:002005-12-16T16:22:40.370-08:00

The following is actually a hand-written letter I sent to my best friend in February, 1999. I had been really sick for several days. In fact, aside from the brain tumor I had in my 20s (which was an altogether different kind of sick), my illness in February, 1999, was the sickest I'd ever been in my life. In this letter, I detail three dreams I had at the height of my fevered illness, which I

Matty Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04832068973858472248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1134461401108164682005-12-12T23:35:00.000-08:002005-12-15T23:50:38.583-08:00

I, too, have recurring dream elements. They used to be really frequent. Now some of them come much less often. Others remain frequent visitors of my dreams.TORNADOES: By far my most commonly recurring dream element. I have dreams with tornadoes in them all the time, often several tornadoes all around me. Sometimes they're destroying everything. Other times, they're just off on the horizon, almost

Matty Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04832068973858472248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1133796577996993482005-12-05T07:29:00.000-08:002005-12-05T07:29:41.700-08:00

Do you ever have recurring elements to your dreams?I do.And often.There is this mixed up place that I see a lot.And this really big, fancy hotel on a strip of big, fancy hotels.The Place:You get to the place by going down a really steep hill and then crossing a really big river. Going over the bridge always freaks me out in my dream. I guess I have always had a fear of plummeting to my watery

TongaLHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13966187658179330850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1132827315481682192005-11-24T01:48:00.000-08:002005-11-24T02:28:19.266-08:00

I had the funniest nightmare the other night. It wasn't the scariest dream I've ever had, by any means. But at the time I was experiencing it, it wasn't really all that pleasant. Once I woke up, however, it was much funnier than frightening.The funniest thing about it was that it was inspired by Salad Fingers, the cute, odd, and kinda creepy animations which, strangely enough, were inspired by

Matty Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04832068973858472248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1132399145127289052005-11-19T03:17:00.000-08:002005-11-19T03:21:06.036-08:00

I had such a crazy dream. I was in some sort of dorm/apartment, it was mine, I was working on some arts and crafts of some sort, but the room was really oddly decorated. Very dim and colorful, I think perhaps what I want to get in my own room eventually. Anyway, I feel like I'm in some sort of weird parallel universe where I'm actually single, in some other college I have no idea about, in some

Umairnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1132336807874502172005-11-18T09:53:00.000-08:002005-11-18T10:00:07.886-08:00

Ok,So madonna was in one of my dreams, for the second time, and she was totally my friend , love that!Also, for the second time last night, I was on a great adventure in a taxi and ran into a huge group of people from my class in high school, people i have totally forgotten about. I even talked to them and they responded about real things going on in their lives;new babies,jobs, etc, people

Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00083298115477521998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1132069759637414282005-11-15T07:39:00.000-08:002005-11-15T07:49:19.646-08:00

(Hi I'm new, Tonga invited me. Please bite/don't bite at your discretion)This was one of those just-before-you-wake-up dreams and I'm struggling to write it out before it becomes a fuzzy memory.There's a phone ringing in my apartment and it's Tonga calling to ask me to come help her out. Her bathroom is flooded and she can't get it to stop and she's panicky. We live in the same complex (in the

Melianoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1131826775688740232005-11-12T11:53:00.000-08:002005-11-12T12:30:11.373-08:00

I had an extended dream last night in which Jay and I were Vampire Chasers. We weren't hunting and killing them, just chasing them in our SUV (á la Tornado Chasers) to get as close to them as we could.It wasn't a nightmare, although the dream was very exciting and suspenseful at times. During the course of the dream, several of our friends were taken by vampires, and some were transformed and

Matty Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04832068973858472248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1131741486313132542005-11-11T12:29:00.000-08:002005-11-11T12:38:06.336-08:00

I had this dream almost two years ago, well before the release of Star Wars Episode III. Here it is recounted in all of it's glory...Sorry, but I couldn't find a bigger picture of Gary Busey. Actually, I had to reduce this one. I know you're pissed, but it will pass. That picture is pure two-dimensional intrigue. Why, for example, does he have such monstrous teeth? You could tile an entire

Krëghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10163599621437822378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1126593113538426232005-09-12T23:04:00.000-07:002005-09-13T00:43:31.640-07:00

Jay and I both had really messed up dreams last night. The really weird thing is that our dreams bore some strange similarities. What brought on our tandem dreams? Was it the Pizza Hut dinner? All the bourbon we drank? Or the bag of beef jerky? I only ate ONE bite!My "Braided Fabric and Self-portrait Photography" was being displayed in a large gymnasium-type building, along with the Braided

Matty Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04832068973858472248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1126150118388974602005-09-07T19:37:00.000-07:002005-09-07T20:28:47.230-07:00

(just deal with my bad spelling and grammer)dream aug 25 2005 John and I were discussing going 2 some temple in australia on the southwestern coast. John was hesitent cause he had been there a bunch when he was a kid. I however was still interested cause it had some strange green glass disk mounted in the centerof the temple. This disk when it was noon would caste a strange greenprint on the

BRIANMChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00173989738669924201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1126046578619951092005-09-06T15:06:00.000-07:002005-09-06T15:43:05.610-07:00

april 1 2005 I was working with sheet metal on a construction site with a cooworker named mike, when for some strange reason i decided to take off my shoes. Well that didnt go so well and when climbing around on some scafolding I cut the underside of my foot to the bone. Strangly though it hurt, there was no blood at all. since it wasnt bleeding i decided to put my shoes back on and go over to

BRIANMChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00173989738669924201noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1124824535534620112005-08-23T12:10:00.000-07:002005-08-23T12:16:31.573-07:00

Last night I dreamt that my gram helped me pay off my car to alleviate some debt and money troubles I have been having.I then promptly turned around and bought a brand new VW bug in jet black with all the extras. (I have always and will always HATE the VW bug, so i don't get it) After driving off the lot, I quickly went from ecstatic to having buyers remorse. It suddently hit. These payments are

TongaLHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13966187658179330850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1124233871557387932005-08-16T15:53:00.000-07:002005-08-16T16:11:11.566-07:00

Last night I dreamed that I was chatting with the girl working the counter at the Conestoga Mall KarmelKorn Shoppe in Grand Island, Nebraska. KarmelKorn had expanded its product line to include some new, and quite varied, candy-coated items. For example, as I was telling the girl behind the counter what color my aura is (it's a greenish-gold, if you're curious), I was eating a Karmel-coated Apple

Matty Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04832068973858472248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1124038853498789002005-08-14T09:58:00.000-07:002005-08-14T10:00:53.506-07:00

This is a bit of prose I wrote about a dream I had when I was very young. In fact, it may very well be my earliest memory. It was my very first nightmare, and I still remember it vividly to this day.I have to credit the poet Mark Strand for the structural inspiration.He sits with his evaporating thoughts,Holding the pen that might save them.Shouldn’t have hesitated. It mightAlready be too late.

Matty Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04832068973858472248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1121205624797064992005-07-12T13:56:00.000-07:002005-07-12T15:03:15.250-07:00

This is the third of three very kooky dreams I had the other night...Jay and I were staying with our friends Greg and Casey at a Motel 6 that was also a dentist's office and research laboratory for highly infectious diseases. I was cleaning the toilet in our room, because Jay and I had each recently splattered it with crapnel, when I overheard Jay sharing the details of the

Matty Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04832068973858472248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1120157292605074022005-06-30T11:32:00.000-07:002005-06-30T11:50:22.380-07:00

We had entered our mayonnaise in a mayonnaise contest. (Yes, we had a mayonnaise - one we'd developed ourselves - and we were apparently so proud of it, we thought it worthy of entry into the world of competitive mayonnaising).Our mayonnaise was "Chicken Mayonnaise," and contained chunks of real chicken in it. (Upon waking, I realize this would simply have made it chicken salad in a squeeze

Matty Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04832068973858472248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1117719360795924292005-06-02T06:33:00.000-07:002005-06-02T06:36:00.800-07:00

I keep dreaming about various types of cereal.Captain Crunch, Count Chocula, Fruity Pebbles, Cookie Crisp, CoCo Puffs, Honey Comb...etc.I go to the store and buy a box of each and then that's it.I am not hungry in real life, for when I wake up, it's like 2 AM.Hmmm? Can't figure it out.

TongaLHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13966187658179330850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1117663671848739122005-06-01T14:59:00.000-07:002005-06-30T11:30:56.120-07:00

As usual, the little snippets I can recall from my dreams usually leave me a bit curious and confused. In this instance, not unlike Dante’s Sisyphus, dreamland shackled me with my own never ending ordeal of putting a rat back in its cage. I must admit the act of cramming a rodent into a box seems a far cry rolling a boulder uphill for all eternity. The only problem in my dream stemmed from the

Krëghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10163599621437822378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1117615755908065162005-06-01T01:38:00.000-07:002005-06-01T01:55:56.693-07:00

This is an experiment I tried very early Sunday morning. I'm not sure it was a success... but here is the result.If you want to write down your dreams, a sure-fire way to do it, I think, would be to fall asleep while you're writing. That's what I am attempting to do right now.I can already tell it's going to work, at least to some degree, because a large green apple just rolled up to me from

Matty Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04832068973858472248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1117616366822272652005-06-01T01:30:00.000-07:002005-06-01T02:09:50.000-07:00

It was monday morning and I woke up after being up until who's counting or who's keeping track. Gotta get ready for work, ope ope ope wait a minute. It's Memorial Day and I don't have to do anything.What should I do? I think I will go back to sleep. So I sleep sleep sleep and sleep some more because that's what I wanna do.Not sure of the time and not sure of the reason but I mustuh been hungruh

UUadesworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11804653409178244890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1117579920559253982005-05-31T15:35:00.000-07:002005-05-31T15:52:00.563-07:00

Now for another glimpse into my fuct head. My fictional attorney has advised me to preface the recounting of this little episode with a few statements: "I have no earthly clue what the hell is wrong in my brain" and "With the exception of Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson, I actively avoid country music". That said, this dream was about country music singer Toby Keith. Actually, that isn't

Krëghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10163599621437822378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1117478485976394122005-05-30T11:33:00.000-07:002005-05-30T11:41:25.980-07:00

Just dreamed this last night:I was in some club that had a continuous path around the outside wall of it that looked perfect for roller skating (which btw I haven't done since jr. high or earlier). So, I strapped on the roller skates I just happened to have with me and proceeded to skate around and around and around the club. Past the bar. Past all the tables. Past the D.J. booth. As the club

TongaLHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13966187658179330850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1117233971415079622005-05-27T15:31:00.000-07:002005-05-27T18:46:10.393-07:00

I started shaving my head when I was twenty-two. I'm in my thirties now. Over the years, I've begun having dreams in which I have hair - lots of hair. Following is my all-time favorite...I dreamed that I was at work. The finance manager, Teresa, walked up to me, looking quite harried. She complimented me on my hard work during the recent company-wide software conversion.I thanked her, but her

Matty Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04832068973858472248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1117229503975589812005-05-27T14:24:00.000-07:002005-06-13T12:28:14.906-07:00

Screw my dreams lately. Last night's was strait fuct. None of it made sense. Not one damn element. See, I had to leave work early, because the building was on fire. So I'm sitting in my truck at the Taco Bell drive-thru trying to order a box of sixty-four crayons (with the sharpener in the back) when my cell phone rings. On the other end of the line, my wife asks me when the hell I'm going

Krëghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10163599621437822378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1117200714349113192005-05-27T06:30:00.000-07:002005-05-27T06:31:54.353-07:00

My latest weird dream:I woke up in my apartment and headed to the bathroom. In the hallway between my bedroom door and the bathroom door on the floor was my toaster. Perplexed, I picked it up and proceeded to head to the kitchen to return it to its proper place. Upon entering my living room, all of my pictures on the wall were in different places and some were upside down and on their sides. Not

TongaLHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13966187658179330850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13204768.post-1117155295563538282005-05-26T17:43:00.000-07:002005-05-26T23:22:28.126-07:00

Several weeks ago, the Wu Yen Marketing Idea came to me in a dream. I posted my dream to my other web log, Anarchestra, and it occured to me that it would be fun to create a space just for dreams - and not just mine, but anyone who wants to share their cooky mindspew.So here it is - the space to do it. Mindscrapes.And, for the ribbon-cutting, I thought it only fitting to re-post the dream that

Matty Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04832068973858472248noreply@blogger.com1