Sacrifice of a Song

Over winter break, I went to Japan with a couple of friends, and according to them, I talked in my sleep. First time anyone's ever told me that, actually, but that's beside the point.

I had fallen asleep, and in my dream, I was sitting on a bench talking with someone whose identity wasn't very clear. It was some generic-looking park, and there was this tree that shaded us from the sun. We were chatting rather amiably, but the actual content of the conversations escape me (my memory is horrible).

My friend woke me up in the middle of the dream, asking me why I was replying in English. She had thought I was awake, because I was answering the questions the guy on the variety show she was watching was asking. Seems I was answering Japanese questions in English, in my sleep, but I actually was fully asleep as far as I know. Certainly took me a while to orient myself when my friend was peering down at me when she woke me up. Or was I only half-asleep and answering those questions as if they were a part of the conversation I was having in my dream? Just something that I've been wondering about since the beginning of January but I don't really know what to make of it.

Another winter break dream...

I'm sitting at a long banquet table, somewhere in the middle there are long rows of other people to either side and across from me. Waiters and waitresses bring out tray after tray of food and walk around the table in an orderly, almost robotic fashion. People take food off their tray as the waiters offer them. But they pass right by me, as if I'm not sitting there. It's almost as if where I sit isn't even visible to them. This repeats several times, and I'm getting more and more annoyed (and hungry!) as time passes. Finally, one waitress seems to see me, and she holds out her tray toward me as if no one had passed me by before. I look down at the tray, but there's no food. Only a bloody knife. I reach out toward the knife and that's where I wake up.

I'm in some sort of temple, staring up at a dark cloudy sky for a moment before I start walking around. But it doesn't feel like walking... it's more like I'm floating or gliding. Suddenly, there's a commotion and I go toward it, curious as to what's causing it. When I get there, I only see the remains of a fight, where there are people lying on the ground. Before my eyes, the people turn into wooden figurines, with wounds in the wood where the people had their injuries. I turn away from them, and see a friend I care deeply about waving to me. I hurry toward her, and reach out to grab her hand, but then I wake up.

This dream actually makes me think of my research project, because of the hitogata that appear (the wooden figurines). But other than that, I don't know, it didn't have a real impact on me like some of my other dreams. At the very least it wasn't violent or creepy, though, which was a relief.

This is a really "whack, linear" dream that my friend had (her words, not mine) which I found really interesting when she sent it to me. She wrote it down as soon as she woke up because it was so weird.

I haven't had a dream in a while so... this is my friend's dream again ^_^;;

She dreamed that she volunteered for a position to tutor kids with disabilities. She was hoping to teach some dainty disabled girl but instead got this massive chunky prepubescent boy with down syndrome wearing clothes from GAP Kids. She was really disappointed but taught the kid. At some point, he got intolerable for her and she complained but no one did anything. She started to lose her patience with him, especially because the kid was evil and bratty.

So she beat him over the head with a frying pan and that's where she woke up, feeling quite disgusted with herself for being clearly disgusted with the disabled boy in her dream.

I found this dream amusing because she beat someone over the head with a frying pan. This probably doesn't convey my amusement because my friend explained it better in person but... a frying pan. I liked the imagery. Plus, I'm not a fan of bratty kids.