Dreams: By Tag: Computer

Monday, May 03, 2010: Conflict

He and his comrades were hiding in a windowless room. In the room was a chest of drawers and a closet. Enemies were approaching. They searched for weapons to use to defend themselves. One found a rifle. One found a shotgun. He found a revolver in pieces. He assembled the revolver and loaded it. The enemies opened the door and both sides began to fire.

In another dream, he and his comrades were in a dungeon, fighting off an attack of fish-men.

In an earlier dream, he was examining an iPad and considering whether or not he would purchase one.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009: Skunks in the Office

He was in an office with low white cubicle walls, white pillars, white floors and outer walls and ceilings. Two skunks approached a co-worker's desk, who did not see them because the co-worker was paying attention to the computer monitor. He tried to warn the co-worker, but it was too late. One of the skunks sprayed the co-worker.

Sunday, August 03, 2008: Out the window

He steadied a ladder-desk-shelf against a wide window overlooking a city street from several stories above the pavement. Then the shelf moved, and its contents began to slide towards the open window. He braced the shelf with his arms and legs. With a free hand, he grabbed the mouse, but came away with only the cord. The laptop fell out the window to the pavement below.

Saturday, November 25, 2006: Plant Dog

My wife and I were living in a well-lit home of light wood and glass, with danish furniture. I sat before a touch-screen computer, as wide as my arms. My silky terrier padded over to me. In place of a head, he had thin, straight branches, like a pruned plant. The branches bent slowly, as if they were looking around. I asked my wife, “How did he get like this?”

Thursday, October 19, 2006: Bedside Visitations

While napping in an out-of-the-way room, I felt a presence enter. I opened my eyes. An old friend, Josh, entered the room and sat down at a computer. I sat up and said, “Hello.” He said, “Hello.” He apologized for waking me, and said that he was just going to be a moment; he was checking his email. The room got brighter, and another old friend, Bob, suddenly appeared. “You old hippie,” I joked. He laughed and hugged me.

These visitors departed, and I continued to nap. My wife wandered into the room with a basket of laundry. I showed her the book I had cut and taped together into two strips, joined, and twisted, to form a Möbius loop.

I napped more. My son came into the room and left.

Still I napped more. My daughter came into the room. She sat at the foot of the bed and asked what I was reading. I opened the book, and began to read from it.

As I read, my own voice became the voice of a narrator, and I was in the story, guiding a white sports car along snowy hills, simultaneously a passenger inside the car, driving, and outside the car, holding in my hand a small replica of the car. The car skidded off the road, crashed, and drove on.

I have been reading Mark Z Danielewski's Only Revolutions. This is the source of the Möbius loop and the driving narrative.

In the dream, I felt as if I was more than napping; I was convalescing. I felt at peace, but I was resting because of illness or age.

Monday, September 27, 2004: House of Iron and Glass

Night was falling, as I stood inside a house of iron and glass. Dark shapes converged on the house, some slithering and loping along the ground, some flying overhead. As the monsters enter the house, I drove them back with a great sword of dark metal, with a blade wreathed in violet energy. The sword was plugged into my laptop, which in turn was plugged into an wall outlet. Suddenly, my computer was infected with a virus, and I have to shut it down. “How will I defend myself,” I thought. “How will I protect my wife?” I thought quickly, unplugging the laptop from the sword and the wall outlet, and plugging the sword directly into the wall outlet. With a surge of violet energy, the sword came back to life. I shot a stream of crackling purple energy out of the sword at the monsters. I slayed the shadowy, wyrm-like beast that has flapped and slithered into the house of iron and glass. I drove the monsters away. My wife and I found a safe room to wait out the night.

Thursday, September 16, 2004: Office

I was in a large office. The ceilings were high, the furniture was made of a dark wood. The carpeting was dark, too. There were large bookshelves and desks without cubicles. I picked up a financial magazine, which said that my company was growing more successful. There was a woman with a new iMac on her desk, instead of a PC.

Saturday, August 14, 2004: iBook, Demons, Roof, Country Music, Church

My house was on the side of Grafton Street with a shopping plaza. I could look out of my house; the entire side of the house was open to the street. I could see that it was night. I had just received a brand new iBook. I grabbed it off of my desk, crossed the street, and sat on a bench to do some work.

In another dream, I sketched two demons on an IT request form. Somebody asked, “Did you draw that?” I said, “Yes, could you fill this request please?” We laughed.

I dreamed that the roofers removed the entire roof and all of the siding from my house. I realized that the house resembled my childhood home on Dartmouth Street. The wood under the siding was painted drab green.

In another dream, I was in a dark, cozy room. Garth Brooks was writing a song. In the song, he had strung together several prepositions at the end of a sentence, like “up on in”. I corrected his grammar, but added that since it was a song, colloquialisms were fine. He didn’t say anything.

In the last dream, I was in a church meeting. Something felt like it was missing, so that neither I nor the rest of the church could take it seriously.

Why am I dreaming of country music, much less correcting the grammar of a country song?