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November 29, 2002
Dreaming of new technology
I've noticed that I'm dreaming in a different way. I suspect the oversupply of new technology is the culprit.
In the old days, dreaming would be a simple thing. I'd fall asleep and dream that I was in a mountain valley on a cloudy day. I'd look up at the high mountain behind me, and start walking. As I walked along a pram would roll down the lefthand slope, and just miss me. I'd keep walking, and eventually leave the mountains. I'd cross a railway line and eventually I'd get to the sea and wake up.
That's how I used to dream.
Not any more. At the start of my dreams now I'd be in a mountain valley on a cloudy day. I'd look up at the high mountain behind me, and start walking. As I walked along a pram would roll down from the lefthand slope and just miss me. Then I'd be back at the start on a cloudy day. As I walked along a pram of a different colour would come rolling down. Then I'd be back at the start and a pram would roll down from a different direction. Then I'd be back at the start and prams of different colours would arrive from all directions. Sometimes they missed me, but they didn't always miss.
There'd also be plenty of variations later on, when I got to the railway line. Sometimes there'd be a train. Sometimes the train would change shape. Sometimes I'd hear the train, and smell the train, but I wouldn't see the train. Then I'd be hit by a loud, smelly, invisible thing.
Sometimes I'd walk all the way to the sea. Sometimes a train would take me there. Sometimes the sea would be a different colour. Sometimes the sea wouldn't be there.
In the old days, my dreams would have a clear beginning, middle and end. They'd start in a particular place, move to the middle, and come to an ending. It would be like watching a videotape.
Now my dreams start, and start, and start, and start, and eventually they end, and end, and end, and end. It's not just a simple dream any more: there are deleted scenes and outtakes and alternative versions. The whole thing is like watching a particularly inept Director's Cut Special Edition DVD.
The world is so full of technology that I'm waking up exhausted.Posted by Sean Hegarty at 07:51 PM in the Reflective category | Comments (4)
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