azurelunatic | Dreamself

I usually don't think of myself much in dreams. My body feels like my body. Somewhat lighter, and easier of motion; my dreamself is generally capable of floating in the air for a few seconds, and actually doing all of that Matrix/wirework stuff, unaided.

I don't tend to see other people, fully-bodied and describable in the waking world, in dreams. I see "a person who is <insert name>". If I were to paint the cast of my dreams, I'd insert full portraits of anyone whose visuals I did know (and occasionally people I know get put in other people's bodies, which is disconcerting for all), and then paint generic bodies and blank faces all alike, like something out of a not-particularly-well-rendered game, for those that I didn't know how to picture, with labels floating above their heads, the way that I know they are who they are.

For example, when I dreamed of

thrames recently -- that is how I picture him. Generic male body, and the livejournal bust, and the clickable name thrames.

I grew up without television. I never formed intense pictures of book-characters in my head. They were names. Names without faces. So that's how I got used to dreaming. I knew the name; I knew the character. Every now and then, someone would be vividly in my dream, nameless, with a face. One was that red-headed man, the father of my baby. That's passed. I no longer have that future. Another time, the little dark-haired boy in a soccer uniform. I live that, now. The red-headed man was half dreaming. The little dark-haired boy was waking. I know him, and I love him.