(only available in English)
Some
people rarely dream, some dream all the time, some never dream - or
so they claim, because in fact everyone dreams, it's just a question
about remembering. As humans we have the privilege of remembering and analyzing our dreams and their meanings, whether we want to interpret it in a self-reflective context or a spiritual one. It separates us from the animals.
But sometimes, just sometimes, dreaming and remembering goes too far. It can severely impact your life to dream every single night and remember it like events from yesterday. It creates a sort of split world reality, exactly how it would feel jumping in and out of the Matrix. And not everything you experience is random or casual every-day events. Nightmares that cause you to yell in fear while you sleep, wake you up with a heartbeat as if you'd been out running and keeping you awake until you pass out from exhaustion. Sometimes you don't want to fall asleep either because you know it's going to fuck you up, but you still pass out from exhaustion at some point.
Anyway,
this is my chronological collection, as chronological as it gets,
thanks to Facebook, where I've recorded most of these dreams. As per
September 2018, I stop recording on Facebook and instead use my
website and collect them in this valley of dreams. You might think it's awfully personal to read someone else's dreams, but I've found that mine are very entertaining and enlightening. A lot of popular culture is referenced in my dreams and of course friends and locations that I've been to in my life, mainly in and around my city Aarhus and Denmark.
I will provide the Danish version as well as the English, and while translating
I've tried to stick as much as I could to the original dream content.
Some dreams are more detailed than others, while others are short buzzwords or sentences.
Also, it's worth mentioning, that some periods of time seem to be dream-less. This is not the case. I most likely just didn't record it anywhere and can't find them anymore.
The most recent will show at the top while the older ones are the last due to the dates they were recorded, of course.
Enjoy.
I dreamt, I lived in a western city, and I was a friend of the local native-american chief, who tried to teach me how to say "fetch me a cutting board" in native-american (Hisa addaddad), and I claimed I was good at their languge because I had got acquainted with Spanish, but the only thing I could say was "Habanero"...
I dreamed that Post Malone was playing a piano concert at Escobar and we were at a cafe with Martin in a village, and the cafe was nice but not very high quality, and Martin did everything he could to loudly point it out and diss the waiters' attitude because the warm cocoa we got served was just milk with melted chocolate in a cup....
Dreamt one of my friends wanted to make a BJD that looked like himself and sculpted the head so the forehead and the crown were angled like a roof. We tried to fix it by grinding it flat but instead it ended up looking like Vladimir Putin.
I dreamt that Frodo had taken Winterfell and threatened to blow it up. I tried to get in but he threw bags of dynamite at me and mocked me with blow-up dolls in the windows of the castle.
I can handle being eaten by a behemoth on the top of the Chinese wall and tolerate drowning in a flooded marsh because I sing "The Colors of the Wind" and awaken the wrath of the ghosts, but spending money buying the extra book Gray, which is the plot of 50 shades of gray seen from the point of view...
We were first few, then more and more. Mothers with children in their arms, tired boys and men, of all ages, in humble trot on a single stretch of road through a rolling, brownish landscape. Away from something big and dangerous, heading for the uncertain. The food started to run low. On the fields lay dead animals, people began to...
I dreamed that I had such violent psoriasis that I left a few kilos of dandruff where I went. It made people suggest that I go to the doctor, but she just drove me to the pharmacy where she showed me a plant that grew my cholesterol pills out of its flowers and that many apparently used to display small...
I've just awakened from having headbanged so hard to TV2's "Kys Bruden" (Danish rock band song), that the helicopter I was in crashed into Moscow, which was polluted by atomic waste.
Rage-nightmare, as if people around me were possessed by demons, me too. All the worst brought to the surface, and no way to stop it before the damage is done.
Dreamt a Japanese version of Eddard Stark (think Norman Reedus / Sean Bean) was The Chosen One to wipe out an entire Japanese yakuza department dealing in drugs and prostitutes in a Japanese steampunk setting. It was actually 100% cool, but I've got a crick in the neck this morning.
