RSS FeedMost people would say that dreams are completely random, yet the famous English neurologist Hughlings Jackson stated that dreams are a side-effect of some sort of maintenance program for your brain. He stated that during the day we gather all kinds of data, and during our sleep the brain processes this data and discards all the data which it does not deem important enough to remember.
Thinking back about the dream I had last night, It makes me rather curious about what kind of memory fragment my brain was trying to process. Please allow me to recap last night's dream:
My earliest memory was that I was attending some kind of meeting with a group of friends. It could have been a company party, but it could also have been a RL meeting with a gaming clan. On the meeting there was some kind of contest, and apparently I had been eliminated in round one. Another attendee of the meeting had also been eliminated from the contest, and we were standing at the side of the event waiting for the contest to end.
The other person was a Japanese guy in the range of 45 – 55 of age. He looked like an average older Japanese guy, with the flawless hairdo and a big pair of glasses on his nose. His name was Hitori Miyagi (of course... it had to be Mr. Miyagi...), and he was a friendly guy. He said it was kind of warm inside, and suggested that we would wait outside where it was cooler. As we stepped outside, I noticed that we were in Brussels, Belgium. I have absolutely no idea why I said that, as none of the street images made any sense to me; but Brussels it was.
As we were standing outside, enjoying the weather, Mr. Miyagi noticed a tiny ice-cream shop across the street and offered to buy ice-cream for us both to make the waiting a bit more pleasant. When we arrived at the opposite side of the street, the tiny ice-cream shop had suddenly become a sort of ice-cream fast-food restaurant with a buffet. Mr. Miyagi and I got in line and I ordered some sort of pancake that was rolled up with ice-cream inside and some fruit salad with whipped cream on the side. Mr. Miyagi’s order was finished way before mine, and so he continued down the buffet as I was waiting.
While waiting I had a friendly conversation with some hooligans that were wrecking part of the restaurant. I don’t remember which soccer team they were supporting; all I know is that their shirts were red and white. After my order had been completed, one of the hooligans commented at the size of the pancake and slapped my butt. I giggled and continued down the buffet. Further down the buffet was the drinks section. I ordered a 0.25 liter bottle of cola, but the lady behind the counter gave me a 1 liter bottle with a little bit of cola in it instead.
The buffet continued and ended up at the entrance of some city park. The person behind the counter told me that the cashier was at the other side of the park. I walked through the park, which was filled with pine trees, and arrived at a small booth where the cashier was located. He told me that Mr. Miyagi had already paid for my order and was waiting for me at the patio. He told me that Mr. Miyagi had reserved a table under the name “PA”. He handed me a tablet-PC with some index program in which I could look up table names. It looked like some “looking for group” interface as can be found in many MMORPG’s.
As I was walking back through the city park with the pine trees with my ordering tray in my hands, some small Volkswagen van passed me by and came to a halt about 200 meters behind me. The sliding door in the rear opened and a very large brown dog jumped out, and came dashing at me. It was most likely some pit-bull, but it must have been the size of a small horse. “Aww crap” was the first tangible expression that came out of my mouth, and I turned towards the dog, hoping that I could thrust the ordering tray between myself and its massive jaws.
As the dog approached me, it jumped up and over my left shoulder, before disappearing into the bushes. Immediately following that, another dog (a white, smaller one) appeared out of the bushes on the other side of the road and followed the brown dog into the bushes. And that is when I suddenly woke up.