I spent most of last nights dream running around breaking into bizzare buildings, magnificent with archetecture and long windows looking down rolling hills into forests and the like.
I vividly remember seeing some old man through a
bay window playing tag with a child below. He looked up, hiding his balding grey arena of hair, and winked before resuming his chase. Next think i knew he fell over having a
heart attack, and a few people milling around stopped and watched the man
convulse. I ran down to the ground floor through white painted
metal wrought ramp yelling Give him
CPR, give him
CPR.. no one seemed able to move.. eventually some professional
ambulance attendants arrived and were attempting to
resuscitate him.
Every time they put the
electric jump start paddles on his chest, the old man writhed and his chest turned into a
photocopier/
scanner glass bed. The lid open and receiving the
images of all those people around him as if to remember what being alive once was through a
reproduction process.
I never seem to
dream about
people i know, its always
strangers that have clear appearance and details. Once i dreamt i was listening to a
techno song on
vinyl.. Placing the stylus on the
platter and starting a
song that was fantastically mindblowing in complexity.. yet when i woke up
trepidatiously.. there was no
radio or
music left on overnight. I was
lucid and remained listening until the complete song was over.. There is no explanation for this, unless perhaps
my mind writes music as I sleep.. if this is the case.. i am very
pissed off :)