Dreams / Strange Reading
I used to have a blog on one of those commercial blog sites, but I’ve long since lost the password, and I don’t remember my username or the email address that I used to register with the site. I’ve tried several combinations of username/password/email, but nothing has worked. That’s when I decided to drop that site, and start posting here where I have more control over things. I remember the URL of the blog site, so I was able to copy/paste the blog entries into a text file for later usage. I’ve decided that now is the time to re-post the stuff from my old blog to this one. All of them are about dreams that I’ve had in the past. There is some pretty strange stuff in there. If you feel like psychoanalysing me over my dreams, go ahead.
I’ll post one dream a day until they are all online again. Here’s the first dream that I posted:
I opened my eyes to a large book on my lap in front of me. I crack open the book where the bookmark is at, and I start reading. It’s strange. One sentence is written in Arabic, then the next sentence is written in Hebrew. This pattern is broken up by the odd sentence written in Russian. (I don’t read/speak any of the three of those languages.) Despite the odd languages, I can understand the reading just fine.
When I reach climatic points in the tale, the pages glow with a strange green glow that illuminates the room around me. I pause in my reading to peruse the room, and I find that I’m in a huge room with walls covered in bookshelves. These bookshelves are packed to the gills with dusty leather tomes of obscure knowledge. I consider getting up to find a different book, but the weight of the large book in my lap keeps me pinned in place. I decide that I won’t be able to get up until I finish my reading.
Despite the fact that I have many pages to go, I start speed reading through the strange tome. I manage to finish the reading in a quick amount of time. Once the book is closed, I find that I can get back up, and go in search of something else to read. I wander the room looking at the tomes. Some of the large books have lettering in a language that I don’t recognize, and I can tell that these are books of mystical power. I decide to avoid those books.
Before I can find another book to read, my alarm goes off, and I’m getting up for another day…
