Dream
Dreamt that George R. R. Martin was my sugard daddy, who bought shoes and clothes for me now that I'm broke. Sad to wake up to reality.

(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.
Dreamt that George R. R. Martin was my sugard daddy, who bought shoes and clothes for me now that I'm broke. Sad to wake up to reality.
Fever gives some cool dreams. Such as finding the idiot demon, who thinks it's funny to live at a grade school and annoy the students, so they massacred each other, and at the same time risk exposing the opening to Hell in the caretaker's closet.
What an uneasy night, but I'd really like to write a season of Sherlock with Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat with Matthew Darklighter as main villain all season. That'd be kinda cool.
It's not recommended to have nightmares about flesh-eating unicorns. However harmless that sounds, they're crazy dangerous!! F***ing unicorns.
Dreamt I made gods, but every time I made one I had to make a new decision about the final product, so the previous was cancelled and put into a pilates ball, which is why women do yoga and pilates so much. Makes sense...
Just woke myself up from a nap by laughing in my sleep, and according to Marha it's not the first time I've done that.
Have to salute my subconsciousness which, in the middle of the idyllic French countryside with yellow sunflower fields, deep green woods and towering mountain tops in the horizon, sends what is approximately the inhabitants of 4 wasp nests on each shoulder and hip of me and drill their stingers into me, just to make me turn around in my sleep....
Dreamt I wrote a Christmas-operette which took place in steampunk-Paris. It was actually pretty could. Should I pursue the idea...?
Wake tornadoes from Molslinjen (ferry across Kattegat in Denmark), rampaged Roskilde Festival. My investigation of the ferry conspiracy led me to a treasure in King's Garden, á la Zelda-style (which I've never played), and I returned to Roskilde and my duffle bag which had become my old psychiatrist's bag, with 300 DKK in so I could bicycle home...
Dreaming that Peter Jackson made the Lord of the Rings films about the war in Syria and Iraq, but the only thing that changed was that the journey with the Ring was now taking place from Hogwarts' lower basements to the top tower. Nevertheless, people became angry and one of my acquaintances wrote a book about how bad Peter...