Any dreams you guys had that was /litty/ themed? Here’s my that I had last night > Had a dream about cormac McCarthy. I was watching a movie adaptation of his nonexistent novel, it was filmed like an old black and white 50’s film. Something about a fedora wearing vagabond in a city. the movie ends with a closing narration from the actor Fredric march. The camera panned down, he was on a sound stage of a alleyway caked with foamite snow. The video quality was a fuzzing vhs tape. I was then in front of Cormac McCarthy and some person next to him. Cormac was sitting behind this wooden table while the person was standing next to him. We were in this cabin, behind them I could see shelves with glass doors and felt chairs circling around a tv; the latter was in the corner of my eye, and outside looked to be noon. Cormac spoked to me about his novel and the movie adaptation I just watched. He might have gave me some life advice as well. In his hands was a leather notebook. He placed it down on the table and cracked it open while telling me about his editor’s thoughts on both works. He then looked down at the notebook and read aloud his editor’s exact words about the matter. Then I woke up
>>24712910Are my dreams are /lit/ themed because I make sure I write a short story about it immediately after I wake up. I've logged on to work at 11 instead of 9 several times because of it. But unlike my work, who else is gonna do it?
>>24712910much more interesting than rando dream babble, any anon tried to write a story that came to them in a dream? Mary Shelley came up with Frankenstein that way.It was after midnight before they retired and, unable to sleep, she became possessed by her imagination as she beheld the "grim terrors" of her "waking dream".[6]I saw the pale student of unhallowed arts kneeling beside the thing he had put together. I saw the hideous phantasm of a man stretched out, and then, on the working of some powerful engine, show signs of life, and stir with an uneasy, half vital motion. Frightful must it be; for supremely frightful would be the effect of any human endeavour to mock the stupendous mechanism of the Creator of the world.[25]In September 2011, astronomer Donald Olson, after a visit to the Lake Geneva villa in the previous year and inspecting data about the motion of the moon and stars, concluded that her "waking dream" took place between 2 a.m. and 3 a.m. on 16 June 1816, several days after the initial idea by Lord Byron that they each write a ghost story.
My dreams are almost always abstract and have no relation to reality, just sounds and lights/colors and emotion. They are very concrete for me, I know what they are about even though they would not make sense to anyone. I was in my 20s the first time I had a dream which bore a resemblance to reality, for two weeks ot picked up where it left off the night before and seriously caused me to question reality.
>>24712982Did the lights and colors had any meaning in the dream, did the meanings change? Like purple means one thing and it means another in one dream? Do you remember the lastest dream that was closest to reality
>>24712910I dreamed about a ladyboy in a japanese teahouse that had a stutter and was fascinated with the sea. I woke up, eyes bulging, thinking "MISHIMA"
>>24713814Things are not synesthetic, everything is just a very strong impression but not impressionistic, I just get the impression, the effect. The best way I have been able to come up with describing it is i you were to zoom in on a painting to the point you can see nothing but brush strokes and color, the painting would be my life and the brush strokes and color would the dreams but it is not just the visual information I am zooming in on, it is the auditory and emotion of it as well, they are all magnified for me in my dreams, intensified to the point that is all there is. But it is very difficult to explain, how do you zoom in on an emotion like contentment so you only feel one aspect of it? What is an aspect of contentment in that sense? Maybe the literal present, the feeling at a single moment too small to perceive extended for hours so it consumes you? That over simplifies since the emotion of the dream is far more dynamic and varied than that. I have never figured out a way to explain any of this.Life like dreams have become fairly regular for me but also have a tendency to be almost hilariously banal, things like going grocery shopping and running into someone I know, the contrast from my normal dreams tends to make even the most banal dreams quite memorable. Perhaps the abstract dreams would be best described in terms of a normal dream, they are like the exact moment a dream becomes so intense that it wakes you up, the abstract dreams are like that exact moment stretched out for hours but I still experience the entire dream, often over and over and over each time doing things slightly different.
>>24712910The only /lit/ centred dream of late barely qualifies, but I had a dream that was loosely "about" Madame Bovary, as in it featured that name/title although don't recall ever having heard of the book before said dream. Although it is obviously a famous piece of literature. The dream was as follows: I was attending school in an old manor house in the countryside, my peers were various friends from throughout my life; some I have known since childhood, some from college, some from university. We were moving from a computer room to a lesson in another part of the building, when I found myself lost and alone. I had the sensation of at once being frozen to the spot, unable to move. An ethereal white cloud or smoke-like substance began to fill the room and I was filled with terror. Out of the ether a woman made of the cloud itself took the form of an early 19th century woman, dressed in a large dress with corsett and hoop skirt/crinoline. My fear was compounded upon seeing her and for some reason I was only able to shout the words "Madame Bovary!" In some kind of subconscious realisation of the identity of the spirit and seemingly the knowledge that this spirit and her name signalled something truly awful and terrifying. When I awoke I found myself taken by the vividity and odd features of the dream, so rushed to my PC (my phone was dead) and googled Madame Bovary to see if there was a woman with such a name that died in my area at some point in history. Instead I found only the book by Gustave Flaubert.
>>24712910What causes the huge enjoyment gap between telling about your dreams and listening to others talking about theirs? Is it the inherent unrelatability or what is it? No other subject seems to make people so covertly annoyed, and yet at the same time think that their example is exempt from the annoyance. I can vividly remember some youthful nights, the taste of beer in my mouth and an overwhelming smell of "fine I'll listen to your shitty dreams but only because i can't wait to tell you mine" in the air. It's really weird and uncomfortable and i try to derail it asap or at least after I've told my own wacky dream.You could tell the greatest story ending with "anyhow that's the dream i had last night" and suddenly people wouldn't give two shits about it.Am I onto something or just projecting?
>>24716412Oh you're 100% on to something. I have always thought this, and often encountered it; I think I have a slightly higher tolerance for others dreams and am often genuinely interested but part of me is still secretly waiting for my turn because mine is infinitely more crazy and unique and maybe even could only be the result of a deeply profound and profoundly deep mind at work. Me and my Mum would joke about this when I was young, not caring about the others dream but then launching into a passionate telling of their own dream when the other had finished.
