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> Dreams are cool things. That is, when
they're not totally disgusting or creepy. I like
the scene transition in the movie The Matrix
where Neo is in the nightclub and the music is
thumping wildly. Then the beat swells up and
gets more raspy sounding, then worse, then
all of a sudden you notice it's not music any
more, it's Neo's alarm clock going off and he's
in bed the next morning, late for work. You're
not sure if the nightclub was real or a dream.
I've had a lot of dreams like that, that seem
real, then blend seamlessly with reality to
complicate matters further.
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I used to have this dream where I had a cell
phone that I could NOT stop ringing, no matter
what I did. I tried everything. Finally, I woke up.
. .and it was the alarm clock. HalfWitt and I
have one that doesn't stop ringing unil you
stop it, and I had ignored it for about 15
minutes!

> My two little brothers, ages 9 and 11, are
best friends but still can't seem to get along
with each other hardly ever. It's funny to go into
the bedroom they share at night and hear
them talking in their sleep, arguing with each
other in disputes that occur only in their
heads. They don't interact though; the
conversations always come out one sided,
like when you listen to someone talking on the
phone but can't hear whoever they're talking to.
"No, stop it!...Because I said so...Give it
back!...I'm telling Mom" etc. Funnily enough,
both brothers do this, but never on the same
night. Yeah, dreams are weird.
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My little sister used to argue with me in her
sleep. I'd be awake reading, and I would hear
her telling me that No, she would NOT put the
books in the closet under any circumstances,
and other such things. When we were much
younger (6 and 4, I think) I woke up to hear her
making the most bizarre noise. In the
morning, I asked her about it, and she said
she'd had a dream that she had been
vacuuming.

She also ALWAYS wanted to sleep on the top
bunk, but I was the oldest so logically I was
supposed to sleep on the top. Finally, I
conceded, and the first night I woke up to this
loud thump. Turns out she'd fallen out of the
bunk bed into a pile of laundry. I don't
remember very well what exactly she was
dreaming about, I think it was something
along the lines of diving to save someone.

Like it's been said before, dreams are very
funny. About 4 days ago, I began journaling my
dreams. I decided to start because every
night for the past 1 1/2 months I have had
some bizarre very insightful dream that would
hold some inner truth into my life. (The dream
I had about the megalomaniac cup didn't hold
any truth, though). At this same, I would
dream about creating something for a fashion
show, and I would be haunted the next day by
the garment until I drew it, then it would no
longer plague me. In these dreams, I dream
with suprising depth, and I can wake up and
know exactly how to construct something that
I'd never attempted before. When I show
these sketches to people, they usually look at
me with a "What the. . ." look in their eyes. I
just tell them I dream it up, literally, and now
it's my task (or whatever you want to call it) to
create it.

Since I have began journaling my dreams, I
haven't found much deeper meaning or
whatnot, but pehaps someday something will
come of this! Atleast I'll be able to have a
fashion show from all this. . .
> -useless"I like The Matrix a lot, I do"ness

Tess