Another ocean dream. Swimming in ocean, pockets full of stuff and afraid of losing my wallet and phone. Then I see my box of altoids drop down in the depths, red metal illuminated beautifully by sunlight in the dark. I decide to dive in after them and see if I can find them. Down, down, down I go and I find myself in this place with all these amazing fish. It's just beautiful and colorful, and I feel them brush against my face as I swim through them.
Limited plot, so I didn't bother to put this one down, but last night, I dream of listening to a symphony. It's a quiet passage, and a person I don't know is next to me in a chair talking. I sense where the music is about to swell - I know this song - and I tell the person to stop and listen. He does not, keeps babbling, and the music rises in waves of crescendo, rich in texture where I can pick out all the various instruments and detail of the horns, the friction of the strings. It is loud and simply gorgeous.
Starting this experiment again, it seems my unconscious is showing off a bit, the realism and subtlety but also the grandiose level of the palette of the senses it has to work with - color, sound, and touch - as well as complexity in the numbers of fish and instruments in awareness at once, surpassing waking awareness.
Bryan Lindenberger's Dream Log Project