Dream a little dream…or four

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I read this article recently on MSN, about sleep personality and what it says about your waking life.  I’ve always had highly involved dreams.  I tell people about them and they are simply amazed at the detail, the strangeness, and my memory recall.  Sometimes I remember dreams better than other times, but I still remember much more than most people I know.

According to the article, I’m a Dreaming Sleeper:

Can you vividly recall your dreams each morning? Your sleep style indicates that you are likely highly creative in your waking life.

“People with an intensely high level of dream recall have something called ‘thin borders,'” says James Pagel, M.D., director of the Sleepworks Laboratory in Colorado Springs, Colo. “That means that for them, everything is in shades of gray, there’s not whole lot of black or white. They’re not purely Democrats or Republicans; they are not quite asleep or awake; and they define much of their lives in that way.”

Such people tend to be odd and quirky—and although most are perfectly normal, they are at higher risk than others for schizophrenia.

Mostly accurate – I don’t identify with a political party, because I think it’s not that simple (I also hate people who vote straight ticket).  I’d like to think I’m creative – at least enough to be able to succeed in being a published author someday.  Odd and quirky?  Well, my blog name isn’t Delightful Eccentric for nothing (a friend once called me “delightfully eccentric,” and I liked it enough to use it).

Most are perfectly normal?  Let’s hope I fall into that category, as opposed to the schizophrenic category!  🙂

My dream last night was highly involved.  In fact, I think I had a few different dreams last night.

I had this dream where I was flying somewhere, and I was on this island.  For some reason (I think I knew in the dream, but my waking memory is failing me), none of the planes (all were big planes, A320, 737 types) could take off.  So all these people are stuck on this island, and I don’t think there’s any contact with the outside world.  I was curious how long the island was, and there was a road (actually, the runway) that went down the length of the island.  I thought it was eight miles long.  Suddenly I realize I can fly – not like a plane, but like a bird.  I take off down the center of the island, barely missing trees (because I’m new to this), and then I’m like, “Oh, crap, power lines!”  Whish whish whish, somehow I missed them all, because I’m not really great at controlling my flight yet.  I’m getting better though, and there’s someone with me – not sure who, definitely a man, a romantic interest, and it might be The Pilot, but I’m not sure.  Anyway, we soar through this huge canyon, and I notice these beautiful flowers  on this outcropping above me.  I fly up, but my control still isn’t very good.  The man with me instructs me on how to make little adjustments, and I’m able to see them up close.  Later, I’m swimming in this inner river that circles the island.  And I swim for miles.  Like,  several laps around the island, which is eight miles long. 

Next I dreamt that I went back to my old job to pick up something.  I walked through and none of the higher ups said anything to me, they just avoided me.  Only one person talked to me, and she was telling me about how bad things were.  She was griping about this paperwork she had gotten from a tech that had information that really shouldn’t go to the client, but she had to send the paperwork over.  I told her to make a copy, black out the information with a magic marker, write “proprietary information” next to it, and fax it on to the client.  She said, “That’s brilliant!” and went to do exactly that.  Then I ran into my former boss, a couple of bosses before my last one, who actually quit the company about a year ago.  We got to talking, and she had these seashell ornaments.  I was looking at them, seeing how they were put together, because I’ve been wanting to do some projects with crafts.  “I’m worried about drilling the holes,” I said.

Then I was at Target, with a friend I no longer talk to and a couple of other people, and my friend and I were singing “Afternoon Delight” along with the overhead music (Target doesn’t have overhead music).  I was looking at purses, and then I saw this clearance of baby clothes.  I decided to grab a couple of things, for future baby showers.  I ran into another former boss, who was bitching that she had gone to the beach last week and gained three pounds, and could no longer fit in her church play costume.  I also saw an old high school friend, who was in a wheelchair, but I didn’t know it was him.  In my dream, though, I somehow knew that he knew it was me. 

Then I was with my friend GeauxGirl, who was sitting on the floor leaned up against the couch, and she had this oversized, ornate cowboy hat on.  She was playing some kind of kinect game, where she was flying an itty bitty cartoon plane and singing.  She would sing a line, then turn her head left and right to the beat, and the little cartoon kinect would do the same, in this cowboy hat.

There was a little bit more to my dream, but I can’t really put it together.  I’ve been awake now for about half an hour.  Something about a house with a door in the kitchen that was half glass with no blinds, and my mom was there…I don’t remember.

Take a look at the MSN article.  What kind of sleeper are you?  Do you have highly involved dreams that you remember with great detail once you’re awake?  Are you schizophrenic? 😀

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