Dreams

My dreams seem to have recurring themes & motifs. In a lot of them, I'm driving - which is just great, because I don't do enough of that every day!! - quite often around some kind of shopping centre car park, without ever finding my way out of it, sometimes trying to find a destination, only to bypass it on the wrong road, or taking a wrong turn & winding up somewhere in the country & thinking it's not too far to walk back, so why not just park here? The car park is some sort of pastiche of shopping centres old & new, but especially the local megamall carpark from the 1980s, it seems. I used to work there back then & would often be there until late, when I'd be one of the last cars to leave & it was kind of eerie, I suppose... & while it sometimes felt like I might as well just sleep in the car, as I'd only be back there early the next day, I don't know why my subconscious won't find the way out... Likewise the roads I drive on in my dreams are somehow familiar - again, a combination of places I've been, without actually being any of them

Other times, I'm trying to take a photo of something amazing & for a number of reasons, the camera won't work, or the electric guitar I'm playing through a bunch of effects, is silent due to some technical glitch. There's never a feeling of embarrassment, or failure in any of these dreams, just the frustration & failure to complete anything, or being unable to either get, or get to, what I want

Nobody I know turns up in them... at least, not that I recall. There's no replaying of past events - it's always strangers I seem to know, in these strange places I seem to recognise. Am I naked in them? Are they in colour, or black & white? Good questions. Sometimes... & I think they're in colour, but I honestly don't know

I think the only conclusion I can draw, is that my subconscious hates me...