Dream Cleaver
It's come to this. Talking about dreams. My running joke with friends is that talking about your Dreams is a conversational offense.
what are you really expounding on when you discuss dreams? "Hey, I had a thought that I met Bruce Willis in the house I grew up in. " awesome! Fucking outstanding, man!
If some jerk told you how a few hours ago he thought a cat talking to him would be a weird. That's not someone invited to your next birthday party. But this behavior is tolerated, at times encouraged, when it's prefaced with being a 'weird' dream.
My disdain for dreams is tempered by the reverence they're shown by people I admire in fields I enjoy and covet. Sean Penn once said "I'm a filmmaker so I have to respect dreams." Sergei Eisenstein said film editing owes more to the selection of images dreams than anything else. Screenwriters I love recommend keeping a dream journal! Good god, am I misguided curmudgeon when it comes to dreams?
Perhaps it's anchored to my dreams being quotidian. I rarely reach the supernatural. A lot of dreams about people I know, places I've been, events I could encounter likelier awake than in REM sleep.
Not sure why I lack the fantastic when dreaming, I consider myself creative but the mind doth roam of its own accord I suppose.
I hope to be original in my work if not in my dreams but I wonder if this lack in the latter unhorses the former. I love writing but at times I am bereft of the truly imaginative (maybe this is immediately obvious). Perhaps my dull dreams denote a type of missing creativity gene.
I know that's a depressing logical warren I'm entering. but I do think there's an intangible, biological element to askew works of art and it seems appropriate that it would be demonstrative in dreams.
So, am I completely fucked in reaching a higher echelon of creative life because I have boring dreams? Likely not, but I think I'll have to work harder to get these posts more worthwhile.
To put it in hockey parlance I have a 4th line talent. And like a grinder playing six minutes a game with ambitions of moving up I better make sure I'm practicing hard and taking all optional skates.
This is one more missive in that direction. Let's see if I can reverse the dream journal paradigm and see by vomiting these posts that my dreams stop letting me down. And - if nothing else - in time hopefully I can move up a few lines in quality.
Regardless, I promise not to tell you about my dreams.
what are you really expounding on when you discuss dreams? "Hey, I had a thought that I met Bruce Willis in the house I grew up in. " awesome! Fucking outstanding, man!
If some jerk told you how a few hours ago he thought a cat talking to him would be a weird. That's not someone invited to your next birthday party. But this behavior is tolerated, at times encouraged, when it's prefaced with being a 'weird' dream.
My disdain for dreams is tempered by the reverence they're shown by people I admire in fields I enjoy and covet. Sean Penn once said "I'm a filmmaker so I have to respect dreams." Sergei Eisenstein said film editing owes more to the selection of images dreams than anything else. Screenwriters I love recommend keeping a dream journal! Good god, am I misguided curmudgeon when it comes to dreams?
Perhaps it's anchored to my dreams being quotidian. I rarely reach the supernatural. A lot of dreams about people I know, places I've been, events I could encounter likelier awake than in REM sleep.
Not sure why I lack the fantastic when dreaming, I consider myself creative but the mind doth roam of its own accord I suppose.
I hope to be original in my work if not in my dreams but I wonder if this lack in the latter unhorses the former. I love writing but at times I am bereft of the truly imaginative (maybe this is immediately obvious). Perhaps my dull dreams denote a type of missing creativity gene.
I know that's a depressing logical warren I'm entering. but I do think there's an intangible, biological element to askew works of art and it seems appropriate that it would be demonstrative in dreams.
So, am I completely fucked in reaching a higher echelon of creative life because I have boring dreams? Likely not, but I think I'll have to work harder to get these posts more worthwhile.
To put it in hockey parlance I have a 4th line talent. And like a grinder playing six minutes a game with ambitions of moving up I better make sure I'm practicing hard and taking all optional skates.
This is one more missive in that direction. Let's see if I can reverse the dream journal paradigm and see by vomiting these posts that my dreams stop letting me down. And - if nothing else - in time hopefully I can move up a few lines in quality.
Regardless, I promise not to tell you about my dreams.
posted by Jag at 4:16 PM
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