not unlike my dream

Last night, I dreamt that my back was a painting of a blue mountain range, not unlike the shittily-photoshopped illustration above, but more Matisse-like, geometric and only blue and white. Red swarms began to infect the mountaintops, which caused my back physical pain. My wife started rubbing the canvas and the red swarms would dissipate in the spot she was rubbing, and the pain would go away, so I directed her where the swarms were.

I also had a dream I made an abstract painting with one color– maroon/blood– and it was totally abstract at first; then I began to see skulls in the abstraction, so I titled it “Skulls”.

MattW dream journal entry

I had a dream I was in the woods, and a jungle cat (see above) crossed my path. I kept walking; he was disoriented and walked towards me instead of running away. He crouched in front of me looking ready to defend himself– against a threat that I did not intend. Seeing him ready to attack I jumped on him and strangled him, and felt the life drain from him, and felt what a shame it was. And a sense of accomplishment at the same time.

(Note: I spent the night before listening to my friend talk about his pet stray cats and reading about cats on Wikipedia.)

A short dream:

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In front of the house I grew up in, with girlfriend and her friends, we watch a plane crash in to the ocean and omit fireworks that look like the New York City skyline. Walking up the driveway, translucent little swarms of alien ships– about 1 foot by 2 foot, all different polygon solids– start scanning us.

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Do certain fictional places continually show up in your dreams? I have several “dream places”, and I really want to know if anyone else has this experience. (I did see an episode of Star Trek The Next Generation where some guy was dreaming of a fictional girl, but that doesn’t count. First, it’s a TV show, and second, it turned out that she was a real chick sending him telepathic vibrations.)

Sometimes, I will see something driving or walking and it will trigger the memory of one of these places and I’ll remember the dreams that took place in it. These aren’t always dreams I had remembered before. They may have occurred months or even years ago. It’s so crazy to think that traces of your dreams are bouncing around your psyche without your knowledge.

Unremembered dreams are probably fucking me up.

I wonder if the dream actors union is running out of sets.

Dreamlog #5

I am in a room with a dog who is barking, talking to him, as people talk to dogs– just as a kind of self-soothing jabber. But as I am “conversing” with the dog, he begins to bark in a strange way. His bark sounds like the word “talk”. He keeps barking it and it gets clearer until I am convinced he is saying he can talk.

I say to him “You can talk? Are you trying to tell me you can talk?” At that moment, he turns into a fat guy, who sits on the couch. His voice belies his slovenly appearance: it is sensitive and thoughtful. He tells me:

“You have no idea how painful it is to be trapped inside that animal, unable to express myself.”

Dreamlog #4

i’m in my old house, in the kitchen, before it was renovated. my brother, my mother and i are standing around where the stove was, but instead it is an industrial sink. my brother and i are as we are now, but my mother is as she was then, when we lived in that house. (more…)

By Digital Walsh
Entry #3 of Digital Walsh’s Digital Dream Journal

The neighborhood I grew up in is probably the ghetto-est area of New York City that contains a white majority. In this dream, I was in an ancient city in “New Jersey”, as I understood it, though it was really a version of this neighborhood. However, it turns out that there was a New Yawk kind of guy who was the Socrates of the neighborhood, and was leading me through this “ancient” city showing me all the centers of learning and culture. Each structure a combination of things that exist in this run down neighborhood: pinball places, nursing homes, empty storefronts– and pristine Greek architecture. It also contained miniature mountain ranges that were maybe 20 feet tall (more…)

By Digital Walsh
Entry #2 of Digital Walsh’s Digital Dream Journal

in this one, i am myself, but i am also an alien, and i am also the internal narrator.

the first scene looks sort of like the opening of werner herzog’s film “aguirre, wrath of god”. i’m in this convoy traveling around a craggy mountain, with a bunch of diminuitive creatures in blue monk robes. the internal narrator tells me that i am one of these mini-people, and that they are not mini-people, but regular-aliens, who happen to be very small.

i look at my hand and there is a raised hunk of grafted skin with an insignia on it. the hunk of skin grafted above (more…)

By Digital Walsh
Entry #1 of Digital Walsh’s Digital Dream Journal

this guy was a drug addict. there was a shack by the beach where he
lived with his dogs, on top of a pile of trash in the yard. he was
there mainly to buy drugs. he had a goatee and balding short cropped
gray hair. he was a cartoonist who drew semi geometric, colorful,
gumby-like characters. he also gave off a very dangerous very evil
vibe.

in any case he one day came by to wherever i was — it was a totally
unfamiliar house — and started trying to kill me and torturing me by
cutting the bottom of my (more…)