Tuesday, February 7, 2012

The Twilight Zone



When I dream I like the way the mind flits from the ridiculous to the mundane and back again as freely as if everything is yesterdays news. How the totally weird seems quite plausible in the land of dreams.
Lately though my mind has taken to writing original comedy during it's midnight wanderings and for not the first time I've woken wondering how on earth the mind can write comedy at all while you're asleep. There mingled between the strange and crazy thoughts, snippets of the funny sit comfortably.
In a long series of connected but quite different thoughts I find myself washed up on a busy beach, with no explanation of how I got there I pick myself up and join with other tourists being shown through the small cramped seaside village homes of elderly ladies. One thought she had trained mosquito lava to swim the image of her long lost husband in the water of a baby bath but it turned out to be a cunning ploy by the mosquitoes to farm and harvest her blood. Casually one of my fellow tourists picked up a can of insect spray and with a swipe killed the lot… Her shrieks ring in my ears as we are shown into another cottage.
Another flit of the mind and I'm under a bridge in what might have been old Brooklyn, listening to Ashton Kutcher as he tells me about some woman that had screwed him over and then wrecked her life with drugs. I tell him that ordinary people really didn't care what someone born with a silver spoon and threw it all away did with their lives, that ordinary people had important lives full of life, love and tragedy and were much to busy getting on with their lives to really care much. We contemplate this as we watch a homeless woman cleaning out the inside of a wrecked car in which she will now live…
Another flit and the setting sun reflecting off the panels of that car as it corkscrewed through the trees catches my eye. I know the car and the man inside are being torn apart and it hits me again with a solid thump to the chest…
The birds singing outside my window break through the fog of sleep to welcome the new day and it's time to get up, for me at least…life goes on.

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8 comments:

Belle said...

Wow. Deep thoughts are coming through your dreams. It is a bit hard to feel bad for rich celebrities when people are struggling to make a living and there are homeless people around.

Magsx2 said...

Hi Tempo,
Weird dreams, but still you can remember them, it is rare for me these days to remember dreams, I use to remember nearly all of them when I was younger, some I will never forget. :)

Windsmoke. said...

Bonza dreams, never could remember my dreams at all :-).

The Jules said...

I dreamt I had an itchy foot, and when I woke up, I realy did have!

Spooky!

Tempo said...

Hi Belle, I almost always have vivid dreams... must be the clean desert air. I put any meaning on them though, it's just the brain wandering.
Hi Mags, I remember them for a while...but I did get up and write this weirdness down at 7am or it would have been gone by 8..
Hey Windsmoke, It's amazing how many people say that, I've always taken it for granted I guess. We're all different!
Hey Jules, That is weird mate.. perhaps you should have that dream analyzed? There could be one of those hidden meaning things going on there.

Cal's Canadian Cave of Coolness said...

You are one complicated little moneky aren't you? I know you know my own encounters in the Dreamtime. I still can't find my car or my horse in that damn college parking lot.

Joe Pereira said...

Dreams are based in what is/was in our minds at some stage or other. The brain has a silly habit of jumbling info about with no regard for the consequences. I have lately dreamt, twice, about a woman I adore but know is out of my reach :( I wake up feeling both elated at having held her in my arms and sad at not being able to. Nicely written Tempo

Tempo said...

Hey Cal, Yes, I'm a follower of your encounters, one day I hope to emulate some of your escapades. BTW, did you ever get that chicken out?

Hi Joe, I agree but I dont put any store in dreams, the mind stores then releases the thoughts as dreams with no real meaning of what we see, just a jumbled mess. Sometimes of course something affects us so strongly (like the beautiful woman of your dreams)that we dream about it specifically. I dont agree that she's out of your reach though...you never know mate...