theotherlight

Type: Normal Dream

I was in some busy courtyard. The ground was made of interlocking stone, and all of the surrounding buildings were old and crumbling.

I had a video camera and I was following around some woman. She was speaking of some documentary that seemed to be about student rights, or something similar. I held the camera near the ground, trying to get an interesting shot, filming as I rushed around the busy courtyard, weaving between all the people.

We finally got to the bottom of a small set of stairs in another part of the courtyard where she made her conclusion to the camera. Right after this, the tape in the camera just went up in a little poof of smoke. I told her, and suggested the only solution was to go back and pick up all of the prints that the camera had made (for some reason) of the frames as we filmed.

I turned around the ground of the courtyard was filled with pieces of paper, like photographs, of the stuff I had just been filming. I remember yelling something to the large crowd, and suddenly everyone was busy helping me pick up these pieces of paper -- I knew the order didn't matter.

By the end of picking them up, more and more people were giving them to me all torn and tattered, but I thought they'd still be salvageable. Looking at some of them, they looked very much like artistic photography and I was excited about what I could do with all of them.

Afterwards, a small crowd gathered and I was about to play them a song on an acoustic guitar I had...

Then my alarm went off and I woke up.

Clarity: 4 / 5    Lucidity: 2 / 5

Tags: camera, courtyard, crowd, guitar, paper, video

I was in my basement with someone else, but I couldn't exactly tell who. The basement was bigger than it is in real life, and it was unusually more drab. I had a recording studio, and my guitar, and I suppose I was trying to record some songs.

Suddenly, I saw my grandma (it looked nothing like it, I only "sensed" that it was her) behind some boxes a small distance away. She was tiny, and walked with a really humped back, almost like one of those things from Lord of the Rings. I remember seeing her and screaming. I was screaming in the dream, but no sound was coming out. It was almost like I couldn't move. Eventually she went back behind the boxes, so I stopped screaming. Then she lurked back out and so I started screaming again. Same deal: no sound, couldn't move. I woke up shortly after and wondered if I was actually screaming.

Clarity: 2 / 5    Lucidity: 1 / 5

Tags: basement, grandma, guitar, lurk, scream, studio

Type: Normal Dream

For some reason my brother was buying a bass guitar. He had ordered one from the music store that I worked at. It was a Musicman Bass, like the one I already own in real life. We also already had some other basses, one of which I remember looked like a mandolin, and it was black and white.

I was in the store looking for a bass amp, and some other man came along to help me. He couldn't speak english very well though. He was showing me some amps by a company called Fender, and he seemed to know so much, and he was able to put in orders for me. The odd thing was that he didn't even work there, he was just some random stranger helping me.

Clarity: 2 / 5    Lucidity: 1 / 5

Tags: bass, fender, guitar, store, stranger

Type: Normal Dream

The first part of the dream was that I was at the music store and there was a new guitar on sale. It was an older (1970's from what I recall?) version of my guitar for sale. It was beautiful, almost entirely red and black, and it wasn't much more than I paid for mine. So I traded it in and carried it around everywhere with me. Everyone commented on how amazing it looked and sounded. Later...

I was on a big stage with a band. It was like being in grade 9 band all over again. We were playing a concert and there were A LOT of us. I was sitting behind a drumkit with my friend Chris, and in the middle of the song I picked up another drumstick and started playing with him. After the song I had nothing left to play, so I just sat and watched. When I went to pick up my guitar to play, the instructor of the band (Mr. Myers from high school?) gave me a dirty look like I didn't know how to play and I was going to screw up the song. So, I just put the guitar away. Afterwards I had decided with Chris we were going to start a band and write Tool-like songs in a day just to prove how easy it was. Then I woke up.

Clarity: 4 / 5    Lucidity: 3 / 5

Tags: band, concert, drums, guitar, school, telecaster, tool