Archive for the 'Dreams' Category

The wrost nightmare

Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008

nightmare 1What could be the worst nightmare? Being killed? Dying? Ghosts? I had a really scary one last night that could probably be good materials for a psychodrama.

First of all, it was meta. I was dreaming that I was having a nightmare, in other words, I was sleeping and having a nightmare in the dream.

The gist of the nightmare’s nightmare is that all episodes of childhood nightmares were being unzipped (that’s the analogy I used in it) and were playing out in my dream one by one (it’s really dreaming about them). So, my childhood nightmares were repeating one by one. There were a ton of them but now I hardly recall any. Well, they were supposed to be hidden and archived.

There is no proof for me to believe that they were real nightmares that I had when I was a kid. But in my dream, I am convinced that they are real: I believe that somehow, I have unleashed the deep hidden traumas and I was experiencing them one by one. It was just freaky.

In the dream, I began to make connections as to why I had those hidden nightmares and thought somehow they got unleashed and unzipped to tell me something; it was trying to help me to realize and learn about my childhood.

My mind probably does it for that reason, but I really have no clue.

At the end, I moaned (know how you can’t really scream in your dream, but really moan?) for help in the dream, and it leads to waking myself up in the dream, moaning, for real.

I can barely get the tenses right while writing this, it’s just bizarre and freaky.

Inland Empire

Tuesday, December 12th, 2006

We saw Lynch’s Inland Empire last night at the IFC Center. It was like a dream, I mean, a bad dream. Not that the movie was bad, not at all, but you know, when you have a dream, when nothing makes sense, especially when those ridiculous events and people start popping up and scare the shit out of you? That’s what the movie is like. It’s like going through a 3-hour nightmare. It confused me profusely, and scared me shitlessly.

I probably won’t see it again, even though I would love to see it again to try to get a little more out of it, to make sense of it a little bit more. I won’t see it again because I don’t want to have an another nightmare. Not one nightmare I had in my life confuses and scares me so much as Inland Empire. Man, I am not kidding.


Thursday, October 26th, 2006

康樂棋Last night I dreamt about playing this classic Chinese game. I have no idea of what it’s called in English. Anyhow, it’s sort of a combination of snooker/pool and Chinese chess. It comes with a table (with 3 legs), 32 chess pieces, a cue piece and 2 cues. Basically each player takes 16 chess pieces and line them up flushed to his/her side of the table, and uses the cue to hit the cue piece and to knock the opponent’s pieces into the hole (or pocket in pool’s term). Rules are rather similar to pool, I wonder who actually invented it.

I played 康樂棋 so much when I was growing up and it definitely helped to get my anger out: when I poke that cue hard into the cue piece, the bang noise they make is just remarkable.