I’m having one of those fuzzy evenings when my brain isn’t feeling like it wants to move in step with my body. I’m not sure why- I think I might not be sleeping enough because I’m having these very vivid dreams. They’re all very lurid and odd, one part from things I’ve seen during the day and one part something absaloutely absurd. I’ve had two dreams involving white supremacists (I mean skin heads). Maybe American History X made a big impression on me I didn’t know about?
Today, instead of class the professor showwed a video on Jung, who was deeply interested in the archeytypes that show up in dreams and fantasies. The video was terrible, taking a psuedo mystical direction with bad kabalah paintings and crappy synth clips, along with random 60’s stock footage and grainy sound. I wonder what he’d make of my often violent, gender swapping, disjointed narratives? My sense of ‘me’ is always very fluid, so at any moment I can snap to a portly middle aged politician trying to escape out a broken window, a man trying to survive in prison, me as I am, a princess… My dreams are the landscapes I spend the most time in or fantastic recombinations of things I’ve seen during the day. Last night I dreamed we were escaping through a city that looked like a several story shopping mall while a matriarch ruled government was trying to catch me and my plucky band of rebels. Reality was proving fairly coherent despite several casual gender swaps, and the male in the group (who I’d been, only moment ago) was trying to shoot an inflatable survey drone with a machine gun, when suddenly we introduced an inflatable helicopter. Like, with seams, life sized but made of vynil.
I get the sense that my brain is making up an explaination for a series of random images which are being generated by free association- there’s no story, just creation that explains my motive for them moment.
According to research into dream imagery, once black and white television stopped being the norm, people’s common black and white dreams stopped happening. My mother, the writer, used to dream in story voice over narrative and my brother dreams in video games. My dreams wander all over the place, but I think I’m going to be in the camp that believes that Jung is full of it, and doo-dads in my dream are personal brain randomness.