Two Dream Scenes in One Night and Some Self Analysis

Sunday, March 16, 2008
9:13 AM

It’s been a while since I remembered “my dreams.” You know the ones that go along with R.E.M. sleep.


2 Dream Scenes in One Night :

1) Phantom bumps and bouncing in the night

I’m dreaming that I’m sleeping in my bed and it feels like something or someone is under the bed pushing it up. Bouncing me up and down. In the dream I wake up and wonder if there is someone under my bed. When I wake (still in the dream) it looks like, it appears as if it is the middle of the night, 3am or something. As the bed is still bouncing, I reason maybe it’s an earthquake rather than some phantom intruder under the bed. And that's the end of the dream scene.


When I actually REALLY wake up and get up at 7:00am I wonder if there was an actual earthquake and not something purely in a dream world. At this point I’m not sure!? Also so I notice that my bed in my dream was positioned differently than it is currently... Hmm....



2) Language, culture and trilingual-ism

Another scene in my dreaming last night: I’m at a dimly lit restaurant. The light seems like it's being run thru an orange filter... It’s one of those restaurants like Applebee’s or Chili’s or TGI Friday’s where a bunch of antiques and memorabilia hang on the walls and ceilings. I’m sitting by myself at a table observing the people sitting at the other tables around me. I notice 3 “Asian” teenage boys sitting together talking. They’re speaking to one another in English.

An older “Asian” man and woman walk in, not noticing the 3 Boys the couple sit down 2 or 3 tables from the boys. I guess they are the parents of the boys when they say something witty about "their children” being too cool to sit with them. Then I hear the "parents" and “children" speak Chinese (I can’t tell if it’s Mandarin or Cantonese) and Tagalog to each other!

Wow! languages!



Random stuff...


Not a dream just something funny I remembered last week:

A 12 year old teased because I had yellow ducks with orange beaks imprinted on a baby blue towel that I use to wipe my sweat during kickboxing class. Mikey makes fun of all "older" fighters at the gym. We at F.S.A. enjoy training WITH younger kids. Don’t get me wrong, Mikey is a fighter, too. Mikey can kick butt!

This kind is full on "zingers." One he said to me last week was: “You might bleed while you’re shadow boxing.” I often get a bloody nose during sparring after just a few punches to the head.

Another time before class we were watching a tape of one of Mark's fights. Mark is our head Muay Trainer. The fight is from 10 or so years ago and it Mark wins by unanimous decision, but is unable to knockout his opponent. Mikey says to Mark, “How come you couldn’t finish that guy; he was pretty weak.”



I notice about myself:

I constantly make connections with everything. And if there is no apparent connection, I make one in my mind. To me everything is connected. In my head, in head. I connect seemingly incompatible ideas. People with food, peanuts and salsa or something. Or education and the orange tree in the back yard that I gaze at thru the window as I type...I connect people with ideas. Ideas with ideas. And “Everything is Zen.”

Often I will preface what I say or write with a phrase such as “This is random, but let me tell it to ya anyway.” In my mind it is not random at all, it makes PERFECT Sense. When I was younger I learned that my mind skips 3 or 4 “logical” steps, so when I speak or write I go from A to F without explaining B, C, D or E. This results in people not understanding or misunderstanding me. Since those days I’ve learned to THINK Before I SPEAK and to consider how others will interpret what I say.

And we all do this— Make connections, that is. I just do it CONSCIOUSLY and do it FREQUENTLY. Hmm? What does that say about me? I don’t know... may be I think too much. What do you think?