Thursday, July 26, 2012

Paul Keating, Julian McMahon, and Sharks

At one point, last night, I had a hard time falling back asleep.

Usually when this happens I think of things my parents, siblings, or Tim have done to piss me off in the past days, weeks, months, etc.

Last night I thought obsessively about asylum seekers instead. 

I was half asleep and not completely coherent. 

I had this obsession with Paul Keating, wondering why he started mandatory detention.

I then decided it would be great if I had a time machine so I could visit Australia's past and get all my questions answered first hand.

I decided it would also be nice (and a tiny bit more realistic) if I had access to an Australian library. 

Then finally I fell back asleep.

I dreamed about Paul Keating.

He's making a speech to an audience made up of mostly Aboriginal Australians.   I'm there...observing. The speech is in response to a request for reparations.  The Aborigines want $80,000 from the government.  Paul Keating politely speaks out against this. I'm not sure if I hear him correctly.  But it seems he's saying that the reason this is a bad idea is because the Aboriginal ancestors will be angry. This seems a bit lame to me.

Then Paul Keating brings up a white male child with blond hair.  I get the idea that he's trying to show the Aborigines that this child is innocent, and children shouldn't be blamed for the sins of their father.

The blond child has a smug smile and looks like a brat. I'm thinking Keating should have chosen a different child as his prop.

Then I'm back at home.  I'm wanting to know more about the speech, because I'm wishing to clarify things. I have a booklet printed from the internet.  There's a list of Keating speeches and one of them has angel in the title. I connect that to the speech, I saw, for some reason. The list of speeches are links, but the links won't work since I'm not looking at them on a computer.

 I had other dreams last night.

One was about Julian McMahon.  

Jack and I are going with him to Disneyland.  Jack's in the backseat. I'm driving. I don't want to be driving because I'm horrible at it. I ask Julian McMahon if he'd like to drive.  He thinks I'm just being polite and he's polite back.  He says it's fine if I drive.  He's very nice about it, but I want him to drive.

I keep driving.  It gets worse and worse. I finally tell him to please drive because I'm getting embarrassed. Then he finally gets it and accept the task.

Then there was this dream.....

There are all these lizards in and around our house.  I see one, the size of a water bottle, in our bathroom.  I go out to our pool and see more lizards. Then I notice there are animals swimming in our pool.  They look like sharks or sea lions. I can't tell. I go inside. There's someone there. She makes a sound from the window.  One of the sharks comes up and it's a huge great white shark. I'm a bit terrified. I rush to lock the door but can't manage to do it. I know the shark can't swim out of the pool and come into our house. But I still feel better with the idea that the door is locked.

Later there's all these people swimming in our pool.  It's turned into a big tourist wave pool. I try to tell them that there's sharks, but they don't seem to care.   

It seems that not many people are injured.  I hear vaguely of someone being killed.  But for the most part, people miraculously survive.  

There were more dreams, but I'll stop here.

I will say that there were some dreams within dreams within dreams. It was fun, but a bit confusing.

Who knows.  Maybe writing this blog post is just another dream. That will suck, because I don't want to rewrite all this.  

8 comments:

FruitCake said...

What on EARTH have you been eating before you go to bed?

I'm sort of jealous because I don't remember my dreams anymore, but I wouldn't have called that lot fun.

Dina said...

Fruitcake,

Did you used to remember your dreams?

Now I'm going to get nervous that I won't remember my dreams anymore.

The dreams weren't bad. They were kind of entertaining. And interesting....at least to me.

I've had horrible ones before though. Those aren't fun. I still feel haunted by them.

FruitCake said...

The most recent dream before waking were the only ones I ever remembered, and then only if nothing distracted me before having a chance to recall it. Apart from one recurring nightmare for a couple of years as a child, I don't recall having scary or fearful dreams. Some of them were weird, though.

Don't worry about losing the ability to recall dreams, I'm sure my problem is purely pharmaceutical.

Dina said...

I think it's usual to remember the before-waking dreams most.

I remember my morning dreams more than my early evening dreams.

And I think I read something about that being the case for other people.

Maybe?

I shall hope to not ever need medicine that reduces my dream recall.

I was curious about the subject and found this article. http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/dream-catcher/201112/psychopharmacology-rem-sleep-and-dreams

It talks about various drugs and their effects on dream. A few reduce dreaming, but it seems a lot of them have the opposite effect.

FruitCake said...

Thanks for the link, it's an interesting article. If I could understand a word of it I think it might confirm it's a drug [prescribed, of course] that's keeping me from dreaming much.

Brown Ted said...

It is usually the "waking dream" that most people remember, if they remember at all. I like to write my dreams down straight after I wake, because I sometimes remember 2 or 3 dreams that I've had that night. I find this incredibly useful because, dreams are a way for your mind to help you cope with things that are happening in real life. Sometimes it can be that, and sometimes, your mind will kind of meld things that have happened to you the day before together into; a dream. Some people can remember basically ALL of their dreams, some can't. But worry if you can't remember dreams, because if you think a bit you might just recall it! Remember, often bad dreams/nightmares, are your mind telling you something, Maybe you should listen...

Brown Ted said...

Oh, and by the way, you writing this blog was NOT a dream.

Dina said...

Brown Ted,

Thanks for your comment.

You seem to have a strong interest in dreams.

Any recent interesting ones you'd like to share?