vampire, car accidents, firehouse poles,...oh my.

My memory of dreams fade as soon as i wake up but they always give me the feeling of being extremely intense, vivid and random...

I just woke up. the beginning of the dream has faded. I was in a car with my friend driving. A non familiar little girl was in the car as well. We were being chased by these people in various other cars who wanted to take the girl(i think). The girl didnt mind being taken because she wanted to talk to them and be the decision maker. But me and my friend knew better. Since these people were everwhere we went, my friend hit many things avoiding them. The car was all crashed up as a result. At some point it was riding on two wheels on the side of a off ramp too. I dont remeber how but we fell out of the car and this is when it get weird(hah). i fall into a waterway with the little girl. But Vampires were renting out the waterway from the government for their yearly secret ritual. I knew this because i overhear a government official telling them that they can do anything in the waterways since they rented it. The vampires were all old, typical looking vampires you would find in most cliche mid 90's vampire movies. The vampires also didnt know we werent vampires. There was alot of swimming away moments. There was also a firehouse pole somehow incorporated in the waterway. But unlike reality-based firehouse pole the floors never changed as we slide. This one vampire kept talking to us as we slid from floor to floor. The opening of the firehouse poles kept changing tho like i was in the middle of the flip book if that makes any sense. Around this point the dream woke me up and now i am worn out.

ScienceDaily: Why Dreams Are So Difficult to Remember

I found this while browsing Digg. Here is the meat of the story:

The team did indeed hear "bursts" of neuronal chatter during sleep--but only during a phase of sleep known as slow-wave sleep (SWS), the deep, dreamless periods of sleep. "It turns out that during slow-wave sleep there are these episodes where a lot of the cells in the hippocampus will all fire very close to the same time," says Wierzynski. In response, some cells in the prefrontal cortex will fire in near unison as well, just milliseconds later. "What's interesting is that the bulk of the precise spike timing happens during these bursts, and not outside of these bursts," he adds.

On the other hand, during rapid-eye-movement (REM) sleep, the previously chatty neuron pairs seemed to talk right past each other, firing at the same rates as before but no longer in concert.

Read the full article.

Teeth

Last night: I went to a medical office to get my gums pierced. It looked like a regular doctor's office, only it had a bunch of chairs in the front room for the purpose of nurses giving you piercings. I sat down with a woman nurse and she gave me a needle and sort of didn't describe how to do the piercing, then left me to do it myself.

I pierced my gums on the top right side, above my first bicuspid. But I must've pierced too low, because the needle slowly dropped and fell out. I was a little worried and my mouth felt swollen. After maybe an hour, the nurse came back and told me I did it wrong, and that I'd have to heal before I came back to get it done again.

I looked in the mirror and my gums were all inflamed. My tooth was turned sideways too and sorta half-out. I pushed it back into place, and held it there by clenching my jaw. A few minutes later my tooth started to crumble and it all fell out.

The end.

I hate nightmares.

So I played this rock concert last night out in a little small town in the middle of nowhere. I suppose that's why the saxophone was on my mind. For those of you who don't know me, my saxophone is a part of me: it's the one I'm matched with for life.

Basically, in my dream I open up my saxophone case only to find that someone else's instrument is in there: it is some really cheap, crappy horn. The main thing that I can recall is the image of opening up my case and feeling this sense of being totally horrified when I see that the sax isn't mine.

Immediately upon awakening, I rushed hastily over to my saxophone case and checked to see if the dream was any reflection of reality. Thankfully, my sax was still in there. ;-)