The first thing that happened was that I was in a coatroom, and Elaine Benes (the character from Seinfeld) started hitting on me relentlessly. As a Seinfeld viewer with a longtime crush on Elaine, I was well pleased. Except, during the interaction, I became aware of how ludicrous it is to be talking to a character (as opposed to an actress). So, I deduced that I must be schizophrenic, and as soon as I came to that conclusion, Elaine Benes disappeared, leaving only the coat she was wearing.
Now, that's already a somewhat weird dream, but the amazing thing is that the feeling of schizophrenia from that dream carried into other dreams. In the other dream, I was riding my bike on a gravel road alongside a rural highway, with a wooded area to the side of the road. All of a sudden, I started to wonder how I got there, and I freaked out because I couldn't remember. Now, this fact was really frustrating to me when I woke up, because one of the keys to having lucid dreams is to ask yourself periodically if you remember how you got somewhere. In this dream I noticed right away that I didn't know how I got on the bike, yet I still wasn't smart enough to realize I was dreaming. Had I figured out I was dreaming, I probably would've turned my bike into some sort of flying bicycle, or gone back to make love to Elaine Benes, but that is beside the point. What happened was that my feelings that I was somehow delusional (from my previous dream) caused me to think that I had blacked out, or taken on another persona during the missed time.
Then, my sister came and found me by the side of the road on her bike, and rode back home (our parent's home) with me. When I got back I asked her how I had gotten to where I was, and she started crying and said she didn't know, that my family thought I was going crazy. That part of the dream was weird, because I don't think my sister likes me enough to start crying over me (just kidding).
Also, there was some part of the dream where I went swimming in what I thought was a lake, and I'm pretty sure was a lake when I was in it. It was connected to another lake by another narrow little isle (like 2 feet wide). So I was swimming through this isle, when I saw a sign at the other lake that said it was raw sewage. Then I got out and toweled off the sewage. I think this is the point in the dream where I got on my bike.
Posted by mill1991 at June 9, 2005 04:56 PM
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Interesting dream. .. Dreams are so odd. I don't dream very often but when I do, I am just creeped out. You should've gone back to make love to Elaine haha.
Posted by: Sylvie Thao at June 8, 2005 09:26 PMOk, basically this is what it all means- it wasn't a "coat" room; it was a _courtroom_. (The people in your dream can't always catch your accent.) The courtroom mentioned in your blog, where artists are allowed to dance around and make silly pictures so the media outside can "make objective sense of what's really going on" in there. Elaine was on trial for shoving men out of 12th story windows, and you were the prosecuting attorney but you were too busy trying to look good for the courtroom sketch artist. She wasn't hitting on you, she was making fun of you.
Now what's this about lucid dreams requiring you to ask yourself how you got where you are? If there were possibly such a thing as lucid dreaming, you would constantly have to _forget_ such a thing. Once you become aware, you wake up- and are then suddenly in a state known as ... not dreaming anymore.
Posted by: David Boudreau at June 10, 2005 12:56 AM