Dream within a Dream...

One of the things I've always hated about my dreams is that often times I'll have a really detailed and involved journey, vivid and with many twists and turns, and I'll think to myself "This would make an awesome book!" (yes, I actually think that in my sleep, when I'm in a certain level of lucidity). Yet, when I awake I have usually forgotten the most important details of my dream, or something that made absolute and perfect sense at the time now just seems like a jumbled mess upon regaining full consciousness. The same thing happens with music and songs. I have many dreams where I'm performing in front of an audience, singing songs that are completely made up on the spot, songs which seem to be calling for me to create them from the cosmic ether. Though by the time my eyes open I have forgotten the words (though might remember the tune), and can't quite find the notes of the chorus. I have created many songs in this way, those which have jumped out at me during sleep. It's very annoying to feel like a nationwide best selling book was stirred up in my subconscious mind during sleep states, yet I can hardly remember any of the details afterwards... Only bits and pieces remain, bits and pieces...

Two very strange, very vivid dreams over the past couple of days...

... First. I'm some kind of action hero in a movie. Interdimensional zombies are chasing me, with giant pulsating brains. The only way I can escape them is by going through a variety of mazes and mirrors, which transport me to new worlds and realities. I find that it's always very memorable and bizarre when you have a dream in which you encounter yourself in a mirror. Usually I'm timid regarding mirrors in dreams, but this time I was actually using them to warp from one "level" to the next in order to escape shadowy captors.

It was very trippy and topsy turvey. M.C. Escher / Dali type of dream...

Second dream, different night. Without too many details. I'm going crazy in the house I grew up in. Floating, drifting, anti-gravity insanity at 360 degrees. Nothing is real - I'm seeing hallucinations - everything is STARK yet somehow ABSTRACT. In one of them, Obama is amidst a group of 10's of thousands of people (Olympic Games setting), and behind him is a large screen which reads: "Crusade: Alien Christ", with pictures of various holographically projected planets in our solar system. More hallucinations ensue, which seemed based upon scientific methods of technological transmission. I eventually realize that the hallucinations are coming from the TELEVISION, sending out subconscious broadcast signals, recording our every move, putting us under mind control with trigger words and phrases that make us slaves. I must escape the transmission signal!

The digital TV convertor box is creating nightmares!?!