Tag: sleep

a dream I had about seeing a airplane going down outside my window

I was in what I guess was my room, near the window on my left, when I saw it; an airplane landing right outside. It couldn’t have been more than about 20 or 30 feet away. I don’t know what that space was; I’d guess a parking lot or walkway of sorts; but I know it wasn’t a landing strip. That meant the plane must’ve been making an emergency landing, the kind pilots make when their plane is already falling and they have no choice but to land where they are and hope for the best.

It wasn’t a huge plane, but it was big enough; a duo-colored or multi-colored one with what seemed like artistic designs or logos on it. It’s not like I had time to study it or anything. I only got a quick glimpse as it glid pass my window, already a few feet from touching the ground. Tobe saw it too. He was in another room, the main room adjacent to where I was facing, but I could hear him react in sudden amazement. “Jeez!” he might’ve said as he saw it go pass the window in that room.

My immediate reaction was to grab my video camera, which I did, before rushing out of my room to the one Tobe, and his kids who apparently hadn’t seen it, were in. “Did you see that?” “Yeah!” “What??” “A airplane went right by the window!” “How big was it??” “It was-” … I don’t remember our exact words, but one of the kids did ask how big it was. I remember starting to say it was real big before thinking to myself that it only seemed that way because it was so close to the window.

It ended-up being even smaller than I thought and what was clearly a plane when I saw it thru the window was now, or actually, a helicopter. I could see that because we’d ran outside, a short distance from the house, where it hadn’t landed but crashed… in what seemed like an alleyway. It was right there, damaged but mostly in tact, tangled in what I think were some trees, against the wall-like barrier that bordered the left side of the alley. There was a man walking toward us.

“You okay,” I asked, to which he said yes. His clothes were torn and he was bruised, but otherwise he looked okay. “I thought you were landing,” I said, “because you were coming down so smooth.” He kind of smiled as we walked pass each other. I guess he was going for help as me and Tobe, I guess the kids too, got closer to the fallen helicopter, where another person sat or lay. “Are you okay?” “Yes,” she said. I told her the same thing about landing and she sort of smiled too.

They were apparently the only two in the helicopter, which I swear had been a plane; white people probably in their 40s. Maybe husband and wife. I didn’t know. All I knew was that I wanted video and may have even went to set my camera up; I wanted it on a tripod to prevent the shaky handheld look; as I wondered if she or anyone else would care. I wasn’t going to let that stop me though. I was thinking of putting it on the barrier opposite to where the helicopter was when I awoke.

2015 June 30

audio review : Daysleeper ( song ) … REM

I don’t think “daysleeper” is a real word. Michael Stipe uses it as a slang term for someone who works during the night and sleeps during the day. The protagonist, presented in first-person perspective, seems to work in an institution or warehouse. At 3-AM, the receiving department is empty. “Everywhere is calm,” except for his aching head, which wants nothing more than to go home and get a good night’s rest like most of the other workers.

It’s hard to sleep in the daytime, even with an ocean sound machine at your bedside, when you live in a city of noisy neighbors. You’re constantly being awakened and, once awake, it’s hard to go back to sleep. That’s a big part of the problem, so this “daysleeper” sighs, cries and sings a soothing lament for all unfortunare victims of the graveyard shift. What a dreamy little ballad it is. Listen for the cute “weoo” chants near the end.

my rating : 4 of 5

1998

audio review : Up ( album ) ... REM

audio review : Sleep Tight Tiger ( song ) … Husky Rescue

This would be the perfect lullaby to sing to your pet tiger as it drifts to sleep, but it’s probably meant for a kid. I imagine a father leaning over the crade of his newborn son.

The backdrop; “shadow” music covered by a blanket of warm serenity; is pleasantly gentle. It’s the singer’s clicky vocal articulation that would irk me right out of my dreams.

my rating : 4 of 5

2004

audio review : Stay Wide Awake ( song ) … Eminem

This is a journey into the mind of Eminem; not the person or the rapper in general but the dark side of his “forest”. There lives an alter ego of sorts; a deviant who enjoys raping, torturing and killing people; mostly young girls, it seems.

In a sense, he’s a real-life Freddy Krueger, but he raps a lot better. The rhyme schemes displayed here are staggering in their complexity. The music is dreamy and entrancing. It’s hard not to fall victim to the song’s seductive lure.

my review : 4 of 5

2009

album review : Relapse ( album ) ... Eminem

a dream I had about working in a mansion with Sheila

Sheila said to follow her to a different room, which I did. That’s when I realized that the place had been remodeled in a major way. The most noticeable change was the new paint job, which coated the walls in a soft tan and the highlights; the molding, trim, staircase rails and so on; a dark mahogany. I reacted with a big smile. I was pleasantly surprised. She seemed to like it too.

What she didn’t like was that “they”, the remodelers, put a light outside where the trash dumpster was. “I don’t need people seeing me take out the trash,” she complained, maybe in those exact words. I took that to mean she thought it would make her more visible to potential muggers or rapists. I thought the area being well-lit would make such dangers less likely, but I didn’t say anything.

Her concern didn’t seem to last long anyway. Her emotions sway that way in real life too. After a few seconds, she was smiling again, as happy as I was to be in a place that was suddenly more elegant. I don’t know how long we’d been working there; it seemed she’d been for years; but it felt like a new job altogether, in a huge house freshly built just for us. It was almost as if we lived there.

At one point, she offered me a free curtain rope. There were unopened packs lying under where the new drapes were hung. They’d apparently been in storage to replace the ones used for the old curtains. But since we had new ropeless drapes, they weren’t needed anymore. So we each took one for ourselves, though I didn’t have curtains at home. “I think I can find a use for these,” I said.

2015 April 01

a dream I had about being trapped nude in a bathroom stall

I was somewhere, in some kind of building or public housing structure, with a bunch of guys, including some bisexual or gay guys, I know in real life, like Dontae. I don’t think we were living together. It was more like we were together temporarily, perhaps at a jobsite or something. Whatever the situation, it was bath time, which meant groups of us were taking turns going to the bathroom to bathe or take a shower in what seemed to be regular public “restroom” stalls. The one I was in was about the same size with what seemed to be a shower stall or sink where the toilet normally is.

The problem was that I was there nude except for maybe a pair of socks on; I’d never willingly enter such a place barefoot in real life; and a do-rag, which I almost always wear when I’m not at home, on my head. I don’t think I simply forgot to bring clothes because I didn’t even have the ones I’d worn before getting nude. It was as if I’d purposely left them behind. Yet there I was, in a locked stall, not wanting to leave because other people, particularly some fag; be him full-time or part-time; might see me nude. I remember peeking out, hearing voices, considering making a streak for it.

2015 January 03

a dream I had about going to Solomon’s Temple in Detroit

I remember running north to and west on Seven Mile, in Detroit, until I reached Solomon’s Temple; the church my mother used to take me and my siblings to when we were kids. It seemed to be 2014 and I was eagar to visit that place simply for the nostalgia of it. That grand stage was a sight to behold and I wanted to see it once again. So in I walked, not from the main entrance but from the side or the back; thru a narrow hall cluttered with what seemed to be desks, file cabinets and stuff like that.

I scanned the framed pictures on the wall, looking at white people I assumed were the new owners, their families and friends, hoping to see someone I recognized. Soon I did. It was my mother and the friends she used to attend with, like Grace and Sissy, when they were much younger. The pictures had to be from the 1980s and maybe even the 1970s. I don’t remember seeing myself or my siblings, but seeing the faces I did recognize, in old pictures I didn’t, brought on a rush of nostalgia.

2014 December 21