Brain in the closet

I had a dream last night where I was some kind of cop/detective working on a space station, but it was odd (like it’s not odd already?) because the station was more like a rundown urban moon colony, with soil and plants, buildings and sun and some kind of dome keeping in stuff, yanno like atmosphere and people. Important stuff! It had gravity because at some point I was running through an alleyway with a fellow cop who looked – yes, commence to making fun – like Daryl from The Walking Dead.

Daryl, why are we space cops? Daryl, why do the ground textures look like Minecraft dirt? Daryl, why are the zombies singing? Daryl, why did I know the lyrics to the zombie song?


I’ve been trying all morning to remember those lyrics.

My subconscious is like a giggling teenager in a closet, waiting for me to go to sleep so he can come out to play, so he can unpack all my daily weirdness, experiences, scattered thoughts and fragments of idea to staple together a semi-coherent existence that lasts only as long as my eyes are shut. When I wake up, his life goes to sleep.

I dream almost every night. Vivid dreams that seem to last hours. I firmly believe that an adult dedication to playtime –not just gaming, by the way– is what makes my sleeping imagination so fertile. If it’s true that dreams are the brain trawling through and recycling your information uptake, then the kinds of information you absorb relate to your dreams. Data in, data out. You have to marvel and wonder when you’re awake to do the same when you’re not.


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  • Kirsten

    For some reason I dream more vividly — or remember my dreams more — if I go to sleep lying on my back. I’m not very good at remembering dreams, and make sporadic efforts to try to be better at it. I rather envy your vivid dream life! The dreams I do remember tend to be busy and populated by large casts of people I’ve never met before. What strikes me as strange when I think about it is the vividness of people in dreams. So real for a little while and then — poof, gone!

    • Kirby Crow

      I know! They live for such a short time, poor things. What gives me pause are the dream people who have recurring roles. You see them over the years here and there, this dream and that one, sometimes in the same clothes, the same dream places, though you’re sure you never met them in real life. It makes me wonder – who are they? Did I ever meet them, and then did I tuck the memory away on some dusty shelf with the cobwebs and Granny’s tea cups, or are they completely my own constructs?

      I’m more fond of believing they’re my own. Some private conceit maybe. Look what I made! and suchnot. Maybe that’s why I play games like Second Life, where I can animate their wee little mesh skeletons and make them dance to my tune. Hop, you minions, HOP I say! I’ll shut up now. 🙂

      • Kirsten

        For some reason my comment notification didn’t work. That’s really interesting about the recurring figures. Do you ever have conversations with them that you can remember? I don’t have them (that I’m aware of), except for people I know and a couple of celebrities who occasionally turn up. I don’t have recurring locations, either, except for ‘Bangkok’ and sometimes ‘Melbourne’. I would love to know what your brain’s doing when it’s asleep!

  • elizabetta

    And I thought I was the only one… sleeping on my back brings such vivid dreams, sometimes nightmares! And yes to interacting/seeing people in dreams I’ve never met in RL and wondering what the hell that is all about, lol!

    Kirby, could that dream be a plot bunny? Minecraft rules, btw. 🙂