13-09-2016: Dreams and the Rediscovery of a Lost Joy

Dreams are quite an interesting phenomenon.

I’m not talking about the type that you consciously think and wish of - I’m talking about the type that appears in your sleep. Why? Because I saw a rather interesting dream last night. I don’t recall much of it, but what I do recall is an image of myself getting punched in the face.

I’ve seen dreams where I’ve been beaten with chairs, but I believe that was the first dream I ever saw where I took a hit on my face without a weapon of any kind.

What’s so interesting about getting punched in the face, though, you may ask? The fact that I saw it in a dream for the first time. That’s what’s interesting about it.

I’ve seen many kinds of dreams. I’ve seen dreams where I have sex. I’ve seen dreams where vampires get their intestines ripped out. A very commonly recurring type of dream, however, seems to be one where I travel somewhere isolated and weird shit starts going down.

I once had a phase during which I took interest in the interpretation of dreams. I even purchased a book dedicated to the subject. Alas, that phase was short-lived. But I might take interest in it again - inspired by my dream last night, no less.

The same thing has been happening with my interest in drumming lately. For the longest time, I didn’t play the drums, and thus, my interest saw a gradual decline. Only a few weeks ago, after playing the drums again after however many months, did I rediscover that interest.

But damned if I haven’t rediscovered that interest and then some. I’ve been starting to take it upon myself to play the drums at least once a week, usually for 30 minutes at a time. I’ve been watching tons of drumming-related videos online. I’ve been doing research on affordable drum kits.

It can only get better from here.