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-Ivanhoe quote: "I'll woo her as the lion woos his bride. -Douglas"-

Well, last night was more like it! I had two full dreams, one about cataloguing the traits of the villains in Myst (&c.). Oh yes I'm a nerd! Funny thing was, they were acting more like characters (more accurately, the KQ1 goat) in King's Quest (which makes me even more of a nerd!). Part of that dream was also pairing up with elementary-age children for a project, I think to make masks or something. Well, since I was thinking about "King's Quest" and "masks", of course my next dream was about playing King's Quest VIII: The Mask of Eternity, which, being a KQ purist, I haven't actually played. Suffice to say it was pretty weird, borrowing lots of plot details from KQ3 especially. And of course there's the weirdness that always happens when I play computer games in dreams -- I usually start as a player, but will always eventually end up BEING the main character... albeit with the added advantage of being able to restore saved games. I think what separated last night from the ones before was that I was able to completely clear my mind of everything but: "remember your dreams", rather than sitting thinking of every which thing and losing the dream when I awoke. However, despite all this, no lucidity. I am quite amazed at how dense I can be when I'm asleep.

You know, I've noticed that my brain works in a very peculiar way (but you probably figured that out already). What I mean is that, when I think of something, it generally has a very definite location in my body (usually in my head, but not always) that I mentally map it to. For instance, this blog resides somewhere in the upper left of my head. When I think about dreams (OOD...out of dream, as opposed to when I'm actually having them), that sits plastered on the inside of my face. I think this bizarre behavior has some function that helps me memorize facts, because often when I'm reciting a long piece I've memorized, the map location will change in accordance with the section I'm in and what's happening. Almost like the memories are literally stored in all these spots in my body, and I retreive them one by one, physically.

Except, of course, I'm positive that my arm has no mental capacity whatsoever, and, after my head, it is one of my most frequent map locations.

Does anybody else have this sensation?

Guess I'll leave it at that. Ta-ta for the day, and remember to reality check.