Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Back in Minneapolis

It was next Tuesday, at 7:30 a.m. I was back in my apartment in Minneapolis, once again afraid that I was going to be late for all the day's appointments and generally having feelings of anxiety (and terror). For some reason I wasn't going to ride my bike (maybe because it was cold?) and was trying to figure out both how to get a U-Pass and how to catch the bus to school. I went to my neighbor's for help with this (she was, impressively, up and about at 7:30 a.m.; I think the reason I was up may have been that I hadn't slept that night). I don't remember whether she helped me with the bus thing, but she did make me feel a little better.

When I got back to my apartment from hers, I was in the kitchen, where I had a GIGANTIC refrigerator (my mom suggested when I related this to her that it may have been symbolic of the state of Minnesota). Also, there was food everywhere, on cooling racks. In the dream, I "remembered" this having been left the last time I was in my apartment. I'm not sure where the strange round yellow pancakes (?) came from, but the cookies (also yellow and round) were from Jeni. They were coconut, sort of chewy, especially in the center, and not too sweet.

When I went into my bathroom, my sink was one of those fancy flat ones with straight edges. It was also composed of small slate tiles, which, even in my dream I realized, must be a nightmare to clean. It was pretty, though, with dark brown, gray, and terra cotta colors, plus the odd, inexplicable, dash of patinated-copper-green.

As I was standing there, I somehow broke my retainer (which I haven't worn for years) and dropped it down the drain. I was able to fish out the two wire pieces (ewwww), but there was something else in the drain. I thought it was part of my retainer, but it turned out to be just the pincer part of a rather rusted pair of pliers.

Then I woke up.

The vividnes of this dream--including full color, taste, and touch--got me thinking about my sense perception in dreams. I know I see, taste, touch, and smell in dreams (almost all of which are in full color, though I don't always taste or smell), but I'm not nearly as convinced that I hear in them. Conversations, for example, have a distinctly more telepathic flavor than an auditory one.

But what about the rest of you? Do you hear in your dreams?

4 comments:

Sam said...

I hear in my dreams. Sometimes the real sounds going on around me creep into my dreams also, and I get confused as my dream state tries to come up with something for the car alarm that just went off outside.

Cerise said...

Hmmmm. You know, that's true, and a good point: I have had outside sounds creep into my dreams. I'm still not sure about sounds originating in the dream world, though.

I Hope So said...

i hear in my dreams. i have been known to wake up to a loud sound that never occurred in the "real" world, only in my dream.

i also taste in my dreams. that tends to be a very strong sensation - especially when i am having a lot of relational stress in real life... i end up dreaming about having some sort of extremely sour, sticky substance stuck to the roof of my mouth. and i dig and dig and dig at it, but can't seem to get it all out - and it tastes horribly yucky.

thankfully, i haven't had that dream in quite some time.

i don't recall smelling anything in my dreams, though...

Yes Is A World said...

I don't think I've ever smelled or tasted anything in a dream...?

I also don't normally hear anything, unless it's coming in from the outside... I feel like I tend to "feel" the conversations happening more than actually hearing them? maybe?

My mom once told me that many times she reads her dreams, like they're stories on a ticker running across her mind. I've always wanted to have one like that.