18 November 2017

From the Dream Archives: All that We See or Seem Is but a Dream Within a Dream (Within a Dream)


(ORIGINAL ENTRY DATE: 10 JULY 2016)

Basically, this dream began with me going back to my old high school to finish off my high school education. This is a recurring dream theme of mine – going back to my old school, where I was expelled back in 2004, the only student there in his twenties, with all the classmates I knew from way back when long gone, leaving me peerless and lonely.


Anyway, in these dreams, I usually just go through the motions. I may be searching for someone or a photograph of someone I knew from the past,


but otherwise I handle myself well under the circumstances. This time, however, this time I had a nervous breakdown. I started screaming that I shouldn’t be there, that if it weren’t for all the bullshit I had gone through, I would’ve graduated years ago.


That’s when the dream got really bizarre. Suddenly, it was revealed that I wasn’t really myself and that none of this was really happening. I was really a teenaged kid – fourteen or fifteen – who resembled a young Rod Taylor,


the adopted son of a lesbian couple, who had suffered a psychotic break, leading me to believe I was a completely different, older person.


Oh, but the weirdness really jacked up from there. I then slipped on a red visor,


and in doing so I was able to perceive another person in another world; this person was me – not the teenaged Rod Taylor me, but the me me.


Only I was dressed like a man from the '50s – with short, slicked-back hair, attired in a neat black suit


– and I was seated in a chair, hooked up to a virtual reality machine.


So, to make it clear, the dream was about this: A 1950s version of myself was hooked up to a virtual reality machine, causing me to experience a VR simulation where I was a teenaged Rod Taylor, who was suffering delusions of being a far older man, who was suffering a mental breakdown as a result of having to go back to his old high school.


(I think Philip K. Dick would’ve been proud of this dream.)

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