Darren Daz Cox, now in Pekin Illinois!
Doing fine art in your dreams
I paint and sculpt in my dreams as well as fly in spaceships, have gratuitous sex, fight zombies and save the world by being a secret agent. It makes sense to me that if I have to pee while I am asleep and dreaming that I will dream of a toilet or if I’m hungry I will dream of food but how come the toilets and even the food are strange versions of the real thing?
I’ve seen a toilet a million times and they all pretty much look the same but the ones in my dreams are weird contraptions in unlikely places and even the food doesn’t make sense like the other day I dreamt I was eating chocolate on a stick, which I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen or have even heard of before except maybe fondue which this was not.
I often dream I’m going to see a cool heavy metal or punk band in concert, which makes sense as that can be wish fulfillment, but when I actually see the band play they aren’t playing any songs I recognize, in fact I’m pretty damn sure my brain is making up the songs as I dream, but why tell me I’m about to see Judas Priest and then not let me hear one of their songs I’ve heard a zillion times?
The other night I dreamt I was an FM radio DJ, which I was back in the day, so this could be some memories resurfacing, but when I went to play an Iron Maiden album, my dream showed me that the song title was "Mongolia" which is not an actually song title but close to one of my favorite songs I listen to often, Ghengis Kahn.
The other night and many times before, I dreamt I was at a book store but none of the books were familiar, There was a comic that had a hero on the cover that looked like Moon Knight, one of my favorite Marvel characters, but it wasn’t called Moon Knight and the art wasn’t by Bill Sienkiewicz (which tells you how long it’s been since I stopped reading comics haha). I had a similar null-deja-vu with the UK comic 2000AD, which I read for years and years, in my dreams the characters and stories were totally different wbich gave me the weird feeling of being amnesiac rather than thrilled that there was a story I hadn’t read.
My friend David proposed that the brain is compartmentalized and the part that deals with actual things like song titles etc is shut off while you sleep, but why can I remember people and my combat boots? Wouldn’t I be wearing some weird things like slippers with peacock feathers on my feet rather than good old fashioned combat boots? Dave also suggested that my brain tried to fill in some bits as I woke up.
The weird thing is that when I do wake up I usually have a song in my head that definitely wasn’t playing in my dream!!! I guess my subconscious is so punk rock I don’t use anybodies stuff but my own!
Here’s what I drew today while I mused this at work. An anngel tickling me with a feather while I sleep!
awesome pencil sketch by Darren Daz Cox the coolest artist in the world!
Originally posted 2009-08-17 20:59:39. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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