Image by Getty Images via @daylifeIn this post I offer a shortened version of "The Creature in the Recycling Bin" which appeared on my Tossing It Out blog. To it I've added details that were left out of the original account.
I threw some aluminum cans into an empty black plastic bin in my back yard. After dropping the bag into the bin, I turned away to walk a few feet when I heard what sounded like a muffled explosion and a whoosh. I turned and saw that the recycle bin was gone.
From previous experience I knew that the bin had shot up like a rocket and had flown over the house into the front yard of my house. I ran upstairs to the master bedroom to look out upon the front yard which was actually the front yard of my mother's house in Tennessee.
Unable to see the bin in the yard from the bedroom window, I went outside to look for it. My conclusion was that a strange creature had been inside the bin and caused it to fly up like it did. This made me afraid, but also concerned that someone could have been injured by the flying bin.
Unable to see the bin in the yard from the bedroom window, I went outside to look for it. My conclusion was that a strange creature had been inside the bin and caused it to fly up like it did. This made me afraid, but also concerned that someone could have been injured by the flying bin.
As I walked around the yard I recalled the previous times that this had happened. My mothers older model Lincoln Towncar was parked at an angle near where the trashcans are normally placed on trash pick up day. I knew that the car had died in that spot and apparently George had not yet been able to move it or get it running.
This was the end of the dream that I remembered before waking up, but there were many events that had occurred prior to this recycle bin incident. Earlier in the dream I can remember parts of an entire sequence and history of dream memory having to do with my friend Rick who had put on a large outdoor concert where someone had gotten killed. I remember a lengthy sequence of being at the concert when the killing happened.
Later I read about the concert tragedy in the local paper. Since that concert had gotten cancelled after the person had been killed, it was being rescheduled. I found more information about the rescheduled concert on the internet, read about it on Facebook, and then spoke to Rick's wife about it on the phone.
Later I read about the concert tragedy in the local paper. Since that concert had gotten cancelled after the person had been killed, it was being rescheduled. I found more information about the rescheduled concert on the internet, read about it on Facebook, and then spoke to Rick's wife about it on the phone.
At another point in the same dream my friend Fred and I were looking for something that had been lost. We heard that someone was going on a trip. There were so many intricate details of these and other things that were happening in the dream (dreams?) that I now cannot remember.
However I am aware that the actual act of dreaming took place in a far shorter span of time that the events depicted in the dream would have taken place. As was discussed in my previous post this could be an example of distorted time perception in the mind of the dreamer or multiple levels of thinking in the dream time.
And yet I had a memory of a complete history of events as though I had actually lived through them all. Had these memories all come from a protracted dream that had been occurring throughout the night? Were the memories distillations of real life recollections reconstituted into a new dream life interpretation? Is it all something like deja vu?
However I am aware that the actual act of dreaming took place in a far shorter span of time that the events depicted in the dream would have taken place. As was discussed in my previous post this could be an example of distorted time perception in the mind of the dreamer or multiple levels of thinking in the dream time.
And yet I had a memory of a complete history of events as though I had actually lived through them all. Had these memories all come from a protracted dream that had been occurring throughout the night? Were the memories distillations of real life recollections reconstituted into a new dream life interpretation? Is it all something like deja vu?
Here is a dream-like music video which features my friend Rick who also was featured in my dream. Rick plays the part of the guy sitting by the window. "My Sittin' Window" is a nice song by a group called Blue Moon Rising.
