Diana Thompson – Four Images
The Chess King
Computer graphic dream doodle, August 2011
War games dream – Journal post - November 10, 2003: This one was a board game with triangular and other shaped pieces embossed with chess type characters. They were all the color of maple sugar candy. The king was an overweight fellow with a Viking hat holding a fork and knife. The only other piece I looked at closely was the queen mother, a short lady in French revolutionary dress carrying a cross at an angle. I was outside of the board speaking to someone and sometimes on the board seeing the game pieces at eye level. The narrator of the dream said this is a frozen game. There were two groups before who were fighting, and this set has been left here frozen in time to battle the other groups should they return. I had a weird feeling they would soon be moving. My alarm went off, and I jumped out of bed, because I could have sworn it said the same time an hour previous, but no time had passed.
Looking back before submitting the doodle, I searched the date on the internet, curious if there was inspiration in the news of the time for the dream. Chess champion Gary Kasparov was about to battle computer X3D Fritz in the first total virtual reality chess match. A floating board could be rotated by joystick and was visible through 3D glasses. All moves were by voice command. The four games ran from Nov 11 to 18, 2003 with the match ending in a draw. I wonder if I heard of the anticipated game, and/or had been hungry for pancakes.
The Sun Dial
Computer graphic dream doodle, August 2011
Dream from journal - December 22, 2003. This was a partially lucid dream; I knew I was dreaming and could re-enter the evolving dream each time I hit the snooze alarm. Theme moves:
1. Friends of right and wrong: I’m with a young and old friend, much rock and roll...alarm
2. Older version of same theme, same people: There's a move signified by my luggage being moved for me. I don't really trust the older friend...alarm
3. Big brick building: The theme moves into an idea of trust in an interesting scene on the roof. Looking down, there is no traffic or people and I can see myself from above. I am over the edge of the building, but not sure whether my balance has me more secure on the building or in the air if I should move. My friend says "Trust me," and I do...alarm.
4. Time: There is a table sundial in layers of acrylic. I color the edges to show cycles of life and pile them above each other, so the colors merge. The final layer has a complete circle, which is not right at this time. There is a dance, and I realize that I am trusted as well, by these friends...alarm
5. Some sort of occult sacrifice with black robed acolytes: It ran like a movie, the boy dies and the woman is sacrificed to bring him back. I didn't see that part of the movie. I wonder if the boy knew.
The first four parts of the dream seem to grow towards building trust and healthy relationships, through time. I don’t know what the end of the dream means to me. A sacrifice can be frightening, but it could have meant an internal ceremony observing the loss of something desired, for a greater good.
The Twisted Lioness
Computer graphic dream doodle, August 2011
Dream journal - December 26, 2002 - I was a lioness betrayed by an unrecognizable character and declared a sacrifice. The dream flipped into cartoon, and there was no gore, but I was a beaten, twisted corpse of a lion trying to get away. A plan appeared before me to rejuvenate in the form of pictures of herbs and berries (an encyclopedia). A shield of Teflon (which resembled the one I use to prevent spatters while frying foods) appeared and hid me from sight. Finally, a helicopter appeared and Tarzan (or maybe George of the Jungle) hoisted me out. I had broken ribs in the dream. While awaking, the pain clung for a while.
1. The cartoon characters were unsettling, because nothing seemed funny at the time except for their appearance.
2. Someone in a chat had been discussing psychic shielding, which I must have transformed into a giant spatter screen.
3. What I enjoyed in the dream is that another character effected my escape. That doesn't usually happen.
Wandering through my 2002-2003 journals reminded me of something my doc said this week. She said I always come in for the same thing, although I didn’t remember that to be the case. Re-reading journals from 2002 and 2003, I see I had recurring costochondritis causing a wrenching pain in the ribs and chest. My journal tells me I had the condition the prior three years, and I have it again. It’s strange not to remember. Perhaps it is like childbirth, you forget the pain. I’m going to start writing in my journal again.
The BlueRose Squid
Computer graphic dream doodle, August 2011
Dream July, 2011 - In this dream, I was the daughter of a family with a husband, wife, and brother that was not my own. We were all standing in a bedroom, because there was a monster under the bed. In my mind, the monster resembled Cthulhu from Lovecraft. It wasn’t directly under the bed, but was far beneath in the earth under many layers of stone, sand, and water. The dream refers to a previous dream, where the creature had escaped and we had captured and secured it. It had now broken through one of the layers again, and was bound to soon break through the floor under the bed. I forgot to keep a copy of the dream on my journal, but recall ending the dream at that point, knowing it was a dream. There was a dream on the same night of painting roses blue, something akin to Alice in Wonderland. Someone suggested I paint blue roses, so I doodled a combination just for fun; not a great doodle, but the colors give me a good feeling.
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