Dreaming
I've been having a lot of vivid dreams lately, including an anomalously large number of almost-sexy dreams (which are about as risqué as they ever get). Last night's wasn't among those, but it was vivid enough to be worth remembering.
I was a character being played by Michael Cera, but a role which, a generation ago, would have been given to Rodney Dangerfield. Gives an idea both of the character and the interpretation thereof. I was an unsuccessful standup comic, awkward and dull on stage, but funny and charming off. Nonetheless, I always wanted to be a comedian, and I was living my dream. I performed at a small-but-popular restaurant, run by a guy who bore a resemblance to Frank from Dead Winter, only not an angry, violent psychopath. He paid me to perform there even though I was terrible because he was sympathetic to my aspirations.
After work, I went with my fiancée (another character, nobody I actually know) to a small local bar to unwind. There, I ran into EBounding and his wife. I ordered a few creatively-named drinks (don't recall what, exactly, but nothing I'd ever heard of), and ducked under a table to get to my chair.
That thread of dream kind of trails off there, but I remember various office buildings and/or convention centers with impractical but neat-looking architecture.
I know most people don't find dreams that interesting, but I recall that recording them helps me to have more vivid dreams...hopefully, I can eventually get to lucid dreaming. I've never quite gotten to that point, I always wake up first.
I was a character being played by Michael Cera, but a role which, a generation ago, would have been given to Rodney Dangerfield. Gives an idea both of the character and the interpretation thereof. I was an unsuccessful standup comic, awkward and dull on stage, but funny and charming off. Nonetheless, I always wanted to be a comedian, and I was living my dream. I performed at a small-but-popular restaurant, run by a guy who bore a resemblance to Frank from Dead Winter, only not an angry, violent psychopath. He paid me to perform there even though I was terrible because he was sympathetic to my aspirations.
After work, I went with my fiancée (another character, nobody I actually know) to a small local bar to unwind. There, I ran into EBounding and his wife. I ordered a few creatively-named drinks (don't recall what, exactly, but nothing I'd ever heard of), and ducked under a table to get to my chair.
That thread of dream kind of trails off there, but I remember various office buildings and/or convention centers with impractical but neat-looking architecture.
I know most people don't find dreams that interesting, but I recall that recording them helps me to have more vivid dreams...hopefully, I can eventually get to lucid dreaming. I've never quite gotten to that point, I always wake up first.