In dreams

I had a particularly odd dream last night. I dreamt that I was in the cast of Heroes and I was in a scene with Matt Parkman where we were running through the streets of somewhere Roman, from what I could tell. Matt didn’t have the required pass to get through to the next section of the city so the guards took him away. I had the proper pass so I ran on and as I ran I could hear Matt being beaten up by the guards. I got back to the house (no idea where this was) and I was myself (as opposed to my character), but the scene from Heroes was actually real life and I found myself talking to Claire Bennet, saying that we had to go and rescue Matt.

I was thinking about dreams in relation to “voices” and I realised that I can never remember what people sound like in a dream. I can remember other sounds (such as the sound of Matt being beaten up in last night’s dream), but not the way people’s voices sound. Even in real life, there are some people’s voices that I find it really difficult to recall to memory and hear in my head. Certain people’s voices come to mind easily, but there are some that I just can’t remember even if I know the person really well and talk to them a lot. I wonder whether it’s because some people’s voices are more distinctive and therefore more memorable than others. I suppose so.

In relation to dream-like states and voices, I had quite a strange experience when I was in hospital (I must stop using that phrase) and had taken quite a large amount of codeine to help with the post-operative pain before I went to bed. When I got into bed and shut my eyes to try and go to sleep I started to have conversations with people (various different people, some I recognised, some I didn’t) who I thought were standing at the foot of my bed, talking to me. However, when I opened my eyes there was noone there. Every time I closed my eyes I thought there was someone there and talked to them, only very briefly, because part of me knew they weren’t really there and made me open my eyes again and wake up. In the end, it got so annoying and also quite disturbing that I didn’t want to shut my eyes anymore so I gave up on trying to go to sleep! It was most strange, and not an experience I would like to repeat.


Author: Lilian

Librarian who likes music, cataloguing, theology, gardening, crochet, ampersands, taking photos, baking & tea. Has CHD & pacemaker.

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