Dreams and Seasons

I usually don’t dream–or rather, I don’t remember my dreams–because I sleep very deep.  But last night, I had some very odd dreams, almost all centered in one way or another around a “Halloween” theme.  It’s impossible to say what dreams are about, being so nebulous, so I will only say that my impression of the dream was that it was about Edgar Allen Poe traveling through a place that looked like one of the castle areas from Quake–the sky, especially, was all dark orange and filled with unnatural clouds like those of that old game.  There were other things too, but they are so vague I’ve forgotten them.

As I’ve mentioned before, October is my favorite month, and Halloween is my favorite holiday.  But it’s not like I’d really been thinking about it.  Rather, it was almost like, at some subconscious level, my mind was aware of the changing of the month.  This may not seem weird to you, but to someone who rarely dreams, it’s very interesting.  Reminds me of the quote from Lovecraft’s The Call of Cthulhu:

“[D]reams are older than brooding Tyre, or the contemplative Sphinx, or garden-girdled Babylon.”

Lovecraft drew inspiration for stories from his dreams.  Not a bad way of getting ideas.

I will also say, not to brag, but just as an observation: I wasn’t frightened by any of this, despite the theme.  I didn’t wake up screaming or anything.  As I recall, my only real feeling in the dream was mild perplexity.

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