Dreamtime
I awoke today in extreme disorientation for in the space of a few hours, six months had passed.
I've read scientists have somehow determined that dreams take place approximately in real time, but I've had a few less extreme exceptions to that in the past, but last night's dream beyond anything I've ever experienced, six months of dream time, including dreaming of waking and sleeping and dreaming, in the actual period of a few hours.
I dreamt that I went to a country that I know doesn't physically exist on this Earth at this time. It's people were roughly Asian in appearance, and I know that is broad and doesn't nail it down much but they were not like any region I am familiar with.
They were near both ocean and high mountains. They were relatively poor, building codes seemed non-existent, houses often being built rather randomly out of scrap materials.
Most of the population did not own vehicles, but here is a strange aspect, they had the ability to make things hover; they had vehicles that resembled our cars or taxis, but they had no wheels, they hovered two or three feet above the ground, and not on a cushion of air like a hovercraft, more some sort of anti-gravity technology.
Still they were powered by internal combustion engines, often smelly noisy two cycle internal combustion engines.
I spent half a year there, staying with a family of seven, my wife was also with me and at one point my mother visited. The house we stayed in, primitive construction like the others but relatively large, still it had only one bathroom and there was frequently a queue.
The city or town or maybe village, I'm not sure what you'd call it, was compact, dense, crowded, roads were narrow, outside markets were common. There seemed to be kind of a hill and then a drop off down to an ocean beach which I visited many times while there.
Electronics were generally similar to early 1960's vintage gear here in states, including vinyl records but no CD's or solid state electronics. I survived there economically by repairing this stuff for people.
I never did get any indication of how this levitation stuff worked, and in fact in the dream it didn't really interest me, it seemed just matter of fact normal, and what seemed out of place were the 2-cycle smelly engines often used to drive things.
They spoke a language that in the dream seemed like a normal language, but upon waking isn't anything I am familiar with. In the dream I learned it well enough to get around.
Shortly after winter came and there was heavy snow, I awoke from the dream. At first everything seemed strange when I woke up, but gradually the dream faded and the present world took over.
Most of my life I've had a poor sense of time so perhaps that's why dreamtime can differ so radically from realtime for me, but this is extreme even by my standards.
I've read scientists have somehow determined that dreams take place approximately in real time, but I've had a few less extreme exceptions to that in the past, but last night's dream beyond anything I've ever experienced, six months of dream time, including dreaming of waking and sleeping and dreaming, in the actual period of a few hours.
I dreamt that I went to a country that I know doesn't physically exist on this Earth at this time. It's people were roughly Asian in appearance, and I know that is broad and doesn't nail it down much but they were not like any region I am familiar with.
They were near both ocean and high mountains. They were relatively poor, building codes seemed non-existent, houses often being built rather randomly out of scrap materials.
Most of the population did not own vehicles, but here is a strange aspect, they had the ability to make things hover; they had vehicles that resembled our cars or taxis, but they had no wheels, they hovered two or three feet above the ground, and not on a cushion of air like a hovercraft, more some sort of anti-gravity technology.
Still they were powered by internal combustion engines, often smelly noisy two cycle internal combustion engines.
I spent half a year there, staying with a family of seven, my wife was also with me and at one point my mother visited. The house we stayed in, primitive construction like the others but relatively large, still it had only one bathroom and there was frequently a queue.
The city or town or maybe village, I'm not sure what you'd call it, was compact, dense, crowded, roads were narrow, outside markets were common. There seemed to be kind of a hill and then a drop off down to an ocean beach which I visited many times while there.
Electronics were generally similar to early 1960's vintage gear here in states, including vinyl records but no CD's or solid state electronics. I survived there economically by repairing this stuff for people.
I never did get any indication of how this levitation stuff worked, and in fact in the dream it didn't really interest me, it seemed just matter of fact normal, and what seemed out of place were the 2-cycle smelly engines often used to drive things.
They spoke a language that in the dream seemed like a normal language, but upon waking isn't anything I am familiar with. In the dream I learned it well enough to get around.
Shortly after winter came and there was heavy snow, I awoke from the dream. At first everything seemed strange when I woke up, but gradually the dream faded and the present world took over.
Most of my life I've had a poor sense of time so perhaps that's why dreamtime can differ so radically from realtime for me, but this is extreme even by my standards.
posted by Nanook at Monday, August 17, 2009
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