Parklife’s a Blur, so I’ll Give You This

I’m having weird dreams lately.

There was that very comical dream. I swear it was sort of a short comedy film, punch line and all. When I woke up, I could not remove the grin on my face. I wrote what I have remembered from the dream, but it’s not funny on paper. I won’t bore anyone about it, maybe next time, when I get to rewrite the whole thing and finally find it amusing and blog-worthy enough.

So, I would just share the latest dream I had, although it was segmented, and be open to varied psychological interpretations, even if it scares me:

:: I was on a rickety boat with an old sailor – a woman and my younger cousins. The boat was going around a water colony; imagine that Kevin Costner movie. The colony residents were suspicious. They did not want us to enter the place.

:: I was riding a beat-up car with my younger cousins again. We were along an old rural road. We were going to a healer, if my dream memory does not fail me this time. We encountered a lot of hitches along the way and a lot of people in despair.

:: I was attending a big gathering; thousands of people were in an arena. I was with a big group. I recognized Anna who was taking pictures in black and white. When I viewed her set of pictures, I saw the current president and other politicos.

My dream was sort of MTV-esque. It even reminds me of the Incubus’ videos Talk Show on Mute and Megalomaniac. Yeah, like a dystopic dream version.

In my dream-time sleep, I was a smooth criminal

Ever had those distressing dreams that induce a bad heaving of the chest and a heavy swell on the head by the time you wake up? The kind that is almost real, complete with almost genuine emotions and thank heavens, only virtual natural actuations. The kind that leaves your voice hoarse from involuntary uttering of words and your eyes puffy from instinctive shedding of tears?

That’s exactly what I experienced during the wee hours of the morning while I was on my dream-time sleep. A very bad feeling. I barely remember dreams, and I seldom acquire too strong feelings after that. Usually, I forget my dreams by the time I get up from my bed. The last time I had a memorable dream it was set in black and white, which was, I guess, a break from my usual colored or gray-scaled dreams.

I cannot elaborate about my recent dream; thinking about it is not good for my sanity. I searched about the meaning of my dream though, and www.dreammoods.com came up with these interpretations:

Killing
To dream that you killed someone forewarns that heavy stress may cause you to lose your temper and self-control. Identify the characteristics of the person that you have killed and ask yourself if you feel any rage towards this person in your waking life. You may be expressing some rage or hatred toward this person.

Murder
To dream that you have committed a murder indicates that you are putting an end to an old habit and your former ways of thinking. This could also mean an end to an addiction. Alternatively, you may have some repressed aggression or rage at yourself or at others. Note also that dreams of murder occur frequently during periods of depression.

Thank heavens; those are entirely acceptable interpretations about something that is totally and grossly heinous.

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