My comic is intended to act as a reflection of my own dreams. I
am
interested in analyzing my own dreams, what happens in them, the
people that arepresent and contemplating what they might mean or
represent. Over the past week I have been compiling the memories of
recent dreams, trying to focus on what exactly happened and whether
or not they are relevant to what is going on in my liferight now. I
am not sure if it is possible to actually learn anything from our
dreams.However, they do provide us with interesting ideas about
people we know anddifferent situations. Many of my dreams are
populated with friends, sometimesfamily but also the occasional
ex-girlfriend or long forgotten schoolmate. It isalways strange to
see people that I no longer associate myself with in one of my
owndreams and usually I am quite aware that I am dreaming. One of
the challenges Iforesee with this comic is beginning and ending the
dream sequences since it is
always hard to remember where exactly a dream starts and ends
(if I am not wokenup). It will also be very interesting to
illustrate because my dreams often jump intime and location.
The host of our anthology is Sigmund Freud so I will also be
incorporatingsome of his ideas relating to the meaning of dreams.
The comic will be set up likeone long continuous night of sleep.
Freud will introduce the basis of my comic andthen I will step in
to narrate it when appropriate. The first dream that I am going
tobring up happened about two weeks ago. It began with an
ex-girlfriend and I hikingup a cliff that wrapped around what
seemed to be a harbor. I think we were inMalta because I have
planned a trip to visit there and the scenery seemed to fit.When we
got to the top of the cliff I already knew that we were going to
jump off,into the water. I wasn t scared and so we ran together and
jumped, holding ontoeach other as we fell. I remember falling for a
long time, as if we had jumped out of aplane. I don t usually have
falling dreams so this was a strange sensation but I wasnever
scared because I was aware that I was dreaming. So we were still
falling and Iremember mentioning to Claire that this is the point
where we would have pulledour parachutes if we had any. Then we hit
the water and separated. It was beautifulblue green water. I
remember making a pencil form when I hit the water and I shot all
the way to the bottom of the harbor and thinking it was at least 50
feet. Then,like when you push off the bottom of a pool, I swam as
fast as I could back to thesurface but when I reached it I
propelled myself about 15 feet out of the water, like adolphin
would, and then dove back in. There was a jump in time and I was
back at the dock of the harbor. There were lots of people I knew,
my parents and kids Iwent to high school with and a handful of
actual friends, all on this large house boat in the harbor. I
remember not wanting to be there and telling my father that I
wasgoing home (I believe I meant back to New Brunswick). He got
angry and said it wasmy birthday party so I moped around for a bit
and saw a few of my cousins. Finallythe time was right and I hopped
off the boat onto the dock. A few close friends and Iwalked what
seemed like a small plank across to the shore. Then we scrambled up
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sandy hill and hopped into a car. Then the dream flashed to my
old high school. It was different and the classrooms seemed more
like cluttered offices. Like the kindyou see in old cop movies or
something. I was looking for something that I had left there. I ran
into the old janitor, Butch, and talked with him for a while. He
seemedvery reflective and we talked for a while until he pointed me
in the right direction.
When I got into the classroom I was looking for it turned out
that it belonged to myold philosophy and homeroom teacher, a really
cool guy, Mr. Ermann. He yelled at me and said there had been some
packages waiting for me in his room for a longtime. It turns out
they were birthday presents. I opened them and everything
haddissolved except some red pieces of metal. I was angry since I
had felt that I waslooking for these packages all along. That s
about all I can remember from that dream. As of right now I am not
sure of its exact significance; it just surprised me tosee all of
those random people in one dream. The next dream I will probably
coverhappened last night. It was a pretty short dream but confused
me thoroughly. I wasin a house that I did not recognize with people
I did not recognize. I ended upgetting involved with a woman in a
separate room. I am not sure if I knew she was
married or not but either way her husband stumbled in and found
us. It seemed likeI knew him but did not recognize him. At first he
was not aware of what was goingon so the woman pushed me off the
bed and told me to pretend to be asleep. I did sobut eventually the
man discovered me and was enraged. I know that I lied to himand
told him that we were just tired and resting. Somehow he believed
us but as thedream went on he became more and more suspicious. I
kept seeing the womanaround the same house and we would find
ourselves in awkward situations.Eventually it seemed as though her
marriage was not working and her husbandadmitted to me that he no
longer cared what happened. At this point the dreamfaded out and I
am unsure what happened.
These are just two examples of dreams I have had recently and I
will beincorporating more into the comic as they happen. I plan on
using Freud as anarrator, explaining what different parts of the
dream are supposed to represent orif they have any meaning. There
will be a few minor characters that reoccur in mydreams but I will
act as the main character. I will also incorporate how
mysurroundings affect my dreams (i.e. if I am sleeping in my bed or
someone else s,how my day was, was my sleep restful etc.) The main
complication I see driving thestory is my constant search for
understanding. I will be analyzing various parts of my dreams
trying to put them in perspective and figuring out if they are just
dreamsor perhaps subconscious hopes and desires.
