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Braaaaaaaains
Dec. 24th, 2024 04:28 pmThese thinks were thinked last night after I woke up from a weird dream and couldn’t get back to sleep. I hoped to bore myself back to sleep, so now you must suffer the same fate.
The last few years, I’ve had countless dreams where I’ve been wandering around a city, trying to find one specific shop. The target shop always changes, but the city always seems to be roughly the same layout. And yet every time I manage to get completely lost there.
For some reason I always know (in the dream) that the city I’m in is a UK place called Wolverhampton. I haven’t been there since 2012 and the dream version never looks remotely like the real one. But somehow I know in that dream that it’s Wolverhampton and I’m gonna be stuck there because I don’t know how to get back to the bus station, thanks to being lost.
And despite never managing to find the place or person that I’m supposed to be looking for, every damn time I end up in either a record shop or a comic shop, neither of which really existed and yet they always feel extremely familiar.
What makes it weird when I wake up is how, in those comic/record shops, they’re full of items. There’s stuff on that shelf all with titles and covers, merchandise that never existed, bands that don’t exist. I even heard a Beatles tune that never existed and it sounded amazing, but can I bloody remember a note of it once I woke up? Ha! No chance.
So how is that sleeping squishy brains seem able to create all that detail (even outside, all the things you’d expect such as other people, traffic, lamp posts, drain covers, even blades of grass etc are there) and yet now I’m awake, I wouldn’t stand any chance of actually drawing a comic shop full of dainty items. Or thinking up hundreds of band names and album covers. Yet a dozing stupid thick brain manages to make all that appear in 60fps at 4K with surroundsound. Bizarre.
The last few years, I’ve had countless dreams where I’ve been wandering around a city, trying to find one specific shop. The target shop always changes, but the city always seems to be roughly the same layout. And yet every time I manage to get completely lost there.
For some reason I always know (in the dream) that the city I’m in is a UK place called Wolverhampton. I haven’t been there since 2012 and the dream version never looks remotely like the real one. But somehow I know in that dream that it’s Wolverhampton and I’m gonna be stuck there because I don’t know how to get back to the bus station, thanks to being lost.
And despite never managing to find the place or person that I’m supposed to be looking for, every damn time I end up in either a record shop or a comic shop, neither of which really existed and yet they always feel extremely familiar.
What makes it weird when I wake up is how, in those comic/record shops, they’re full of items. There’s stuff on that shelf all with titles and covers, merchandise that never existed, bands that don’t exist. I even heard a Beatles tune that never existed and it sounded amazing, but can I bloody remember a note of it once I woke up? Ha! No chance.
So how is that sleeping squishy brains seem able to create all that detail (even outside, all the things you’d expect such as other people, traffic, lamp posts, drain covers, even blades of grass etc are there) and yet now I’m awake, I wouldn’t stand any chance of actually drawing a comic shop full of dainty items. Or thinking up hundreds of band names and album covers. Yet a dozing stupid thick brain manages to make all that appear in 60fps at 4K with surroundsound. Bizarre.
