MY EYELIDS ARE MOVIE SCREENS

#25 - “Well, we just saw a truck explode and someone die.”

Last night’s dream was based on a real fear of mine; not having time to buy a ticket for the GO train and being caught on board.

I was walking the streets of Toronto with a very heavy, fancy D-SLR camera, snapping photos of people and things that caught my eye. I ventured into a building that looked like a theatre. Inside I found that a wedding was about to take place. I snapped a photo of the bride in the hallway before exploring the building further. When I was satisfied with the photos I’d taken in this building, I exited through a doorway that lead to an outdoor patio like you’d see at a restaurant. I snapped some photos. Rodney Dangerfield (who was dining at a table with some woman) joked that, “it takes two years to take a great photo,” and that I was behind. I laughed and told him that I was actually two years ahead. This back and forth makes no sense, but it did in my dream.

I continued walking, finding myself on a busy road that looked a lot like a section of the Gardiner Expressway. For some reason there was a sidewalk on either side of the road, so it didn’t seem strange until I woke up and recalled this. On this sidewalk I found my friends; one of whom I remember to be Meredith De Jonge. We embraced and she told me that she was looking for me everywhere. I told her that I got sidetracked in the aforementioned building. During this conversation, a truck traveling on the road shot straight up into the sky and plummeted into the lake, most certainly killing its passengers. Shocked and frightened, we ran to Union Station. For some reason we were running along the train tracks, rather than taking the main roads. We crouched down in the doorway of a coach as we waited for the train to move. Unfortunately we were spotted and confronted by two GO attendants.

Him: “You girls need to come inside.”
Me: “Can I explain why we’re here?”
Him: “Yes.”
Me: “Well, we just saw a truck explode and someone die.”

Luckily, he let us stay on board. I think. I might have awoken just then.

25

May

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#toronto #train #Union Station #Gardiner Expressway #friend: Meredith De Jonge #death #lake #comedian: Rodney Dangerfield #photography

#24 - “It looked very similar to Hungry Hollow bridge in Georgetown, ON”

Last night I had two dreams. I know that I had two, but right now I can only seem to remember one of them. For now, I will speak of that one. Perhaps after work the other will come back to me. I surely hope so.

I remember walking across a bridge along a busy road. The bridge connected two mountains; it looked very similar to Hungry Hollow bridge in Georgetown, ON. I was walking across the bridge with a “co-worker”. We’ll call him that. We were discussing relationships and our related troubles. He mentioned having strong feelings for a girl and that he hoped she felt something in return. I was curious, so I asked about her.

Me: “So, what is she like? Who is she?”
Him: “Well, it’s you!”
Me: “Who?”
Him: “You!”
Me: “You?”
Him: “Yeah, YOU.”
Me: “Whaaaa—?”
Him: “So, can we be more than friends? Or—?” 

22

May

#Georgetown ON #bridge #co-worker #love #boy

OH SHIT

I fell out of the routine again! I am so bummed at myself. It’s not that I haven’t stopped dreaming, but that I’ve lost the time to record what I can remember. Never fear! I’m going to get my ass in gear and keep up with this Tumblr again.

22

May

"I’ve had quite a few scandalous dreams recently. It’s concerning."

03

May

#sexy time

‘Narcolepsy’ by Ben Folds
Featuring the West Australian Symphony Orchestra 

25

April

#music #video

#23 - “Who knows what I was selling. Who cares? I had a goddamn penis!”

I had a dream that I had a penis. Enough said. I mean, that’s all I have to say. It was really fucking weird.

In the same dream I was visiting my mom at work. I must have worked in this mysterious establishment ‘cause I was standing behind the counter helping customers. Who knows what I was selling. Who cares? I had a goddamn penis! All naked and hanging out of my pants.

20

April

#gender swap #never real life #mom #work

#22 - “I told him he needed to change his privacy settings”

The other night I had a dream that was perhaps dangerously realistic, minus the fact that it started with me waiting at the main bus loop (at Sheridan) for a car carrying Sean Connery. There was a security guard on duty, patrolling the area. This security guard happened to be someone that I used to be pretty good friends with, but am no longer fond of. I approached him to ask him if he knew when Sean was expected to arrive. He didn’t answer, but instead asked me how I knew so much about him and what he’d been up to; obviously in my dream, just as in reality, we hadn’t spoken in a long time. I told him this was because he was so public about posting about his every move on Facebook. He told me to mind my own business and to not pay attention to what he was doing. I told him he needed to change his privacy settings.

03

April

#ex-friends #Sheridan college #actor: Sean Connery

#21 - “This morning I awoke to a phone call from my dad right after dreaming about him and a few other rando-dads packed into the passenger seat of my car”

This morning I awoke to a phone call from my dad right after dreaming about him and a few other rando-dads packed into the passenger seat of my car (yeah, multiple middle-aged men in one seat), all criticizing my while I drove off-road through a park (jungle-gym and everything), to my mother. It felt less like driving a car, and more like riding a bicycle; I could feel my feet moving on each pedal, but the sensation of my body slowing in space while braking was far-more akin to using a rusty old hand-brake. I could hear the criticisms of my passengers fading away as though they were on (slower) bicycles of their own.

28

March

#dad #bicycle #mom #park #strangers

#20 - “I’m just not attracted to blonde dudes”

In last night’s dream I was talking to (who I think was) my mom about a boy. She was telling me that I seemed to like something about “him”. “He” was faceless. I don’t know if this was someone I actually know, or a fabrication of my mind. In any case, I told her the truth: “I’m just not attracted to blonde dudes”.

25

March

#strangers #mom