I had a dream that was very sensible. No illogic or nonsense, just a pretty standard stress plot. If I wasn’t racing to work, I would have bothered to remember more of it. However, one element stands out in my memory. It was not at all the point of the dream, just something within it.
There was a family of people involved in the dream stress. I don’t remember much about them, except this. The adult siblings were all involved in an alternate version of astrology that was somewhere between lottery and multi-level marketing scam. You get these cardstock calendars, to which you would attach tickets that you purchased for each day, which were supposed to be instructive to your life, horoscope style. Seemed like filling out the calendars was supposed to have a benefit as well, though I don’t remember what that was.
I remember these calendars and tickets though. The calendars were big because they had to accommodate thirtyish days of tickets, and each of these was about one and a half by three inches. Scratch ticket vibes in the design, though constellations were involved as well.
The oldest brother was deepest into the sunk cost of this MLMish quasireligion, and tried to guilt his younger brother and sister to stick with it when they were considering skipping a day. Sister was the most insistent that younger brother just give it up. After all, they had stress dream shit to do. No time for comforting rituals.
Maybe I should design these things, work with an antisocial business major to print some up, and make a bank full of money. Fill out your calendars, see what the future has in store for you! The very fact I’d joke about this shows some reptile level part of myself would totally do it, shows that the damage I’m suffering from life in this shitty-ass country.
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Interesting.
There are decks of cards being made by a variety of people. Most of the decks are slightly bigger than standard playing cards. Some of the decks offer an encouraging thought for the day (e.g. “You’ve got this!”) or profound quote from a famous person. Many have pretty pictures to look at. Some are more fortune-cookie-like with lucky colors or numbers for the day.
Any chance you came across some of those to inspire your dream?
almost certainly not, but where have you seen these things? that is interesting.
Various farmers’ markets, craft fairs, salt floats, and yoga studios carry them. When I was in rehab for a foot injury, the masseuse I saw (she was much better and cheaper than the physical therapy my insurance refused to pay for) also carried them in her office along with foam rollers and handmade jewelry and CBD oil. The cards vary in quality and level of woo depending on who makes them. Bookstores might also carry them in the “random stuff we hope you’ll come in to look at because nobody reads anymore” section.
Hey–I had a dream the other night that may have been inspired by the dreams you tell us about. There was a group of vampires on the run from an evil villain who was feeding people a gel that turned them into vampire-hunting zombies. But this group of vampires could disappear if they stopped moving…only the people-turned-zombies could smell them if they were recently dead. The longer these vampires were vampires, the less of a scent they carried until eventually they were undetectable.
If you want to do anything with that plot, feel free.
given what you said about milieu, that increases the odds they might have at least grazed my peripheral vision. these were smaller but might’ve been inspired by those.
that dream had tight internal rules, not shabby. i think it could make a good short story, depending on how well you could contrive a plot for it, with rising drama and payoff and all. think i’ll stick with my own full plate of ideas for now tho.
I do not remember my dreams because I try VERY hard to not remember them.
However, I frequently spend a day … hating chocolate … trying to remember where I put the gun … what was my third grade math teacher’s name …or some other random kaka that I just know I dreamt the night before.
no thanks
that line between dreams and waking life is important as hell, not great for it to get sketchy.
I agree, dreams serve a purpose and it’s worrisome that you don’t remember yours.
i don’t think that’s as unusual as the nature of the partial memory. as described, sounds like symptoms of a neurological condition. if it’s been a lifelong thing probably not cause for alarm, but it’s a bit spooky.