Agh!! I promised myself I would just write a blog about music and be on my way, but I can’t, this dream keeps bothering me. Last night my dream was somewhat uneventful. I was younger (teen), attending a prep school with all the normal social dramas a teenager faces. I played soccer of the American variety. When I woke up (just before I was about to win the game, damn it), it hit me, the number “3″ was everywhere! It was the reason we won the game the, my player number, the bus, the day, etc. etc. So instead of following my own rule about not “over analyzing”. That’s exactly what I started to do. I came up with some small leads or what have you, but nothing that points to the true meaning behind the gross over play of the number “3″. So I am going to list some possible reasons and then stop, before I become Jim Carey in the movie, “The Number 23″. Plus I am horrible at math, so that union of creativity would never work.

1. The number three appears to have it’s roots deep into religious and historical document. None that strike me as having ultimate significance but then again I am perhaps least spiritual person I know, possibly could be a calling? Maybe, but there are too many to list. You can reference them yourself. (Wikipeida Reference, “Number 3″)
2. As much as I avoid referring to these “dream dictionaries”, because they are honestly about as accurate as slamming my head into the wall several times over, I had to take a chance this one time. Most of them referred back to “the trinity”. I don’t really like to assume that God has so much time on his hands that he would take party in my minor soccer/prep-school/teenage flash-back dream. Although I did find one blurb interesting, “Three = The trinity. All 3 levels of the mind. A completion of creation. The solution of the conflict between the one and the two.”. A solution, hmm? Perhaps a dream-blog? Ha. That’s shameless self promotion at it’s finest.
3. Vices: In Buddhism: the three roots of evil namely greed, hatred and delusion. All of which normally invade my dreams. Perhaps this tame dream wasn’t all that tame after all. Underlying urges? It probably makes the most sense of all of them. Ironically enough, is number “3″ in my list.

And now I am starting to approach that “breech” between sanity and crazy. So that is the end of that.

Sweet dreams.

“They” say you can control your dreams. I can neither confirm nor deny this. Occasionally when I am actually in the mood for a good dream I drift off with a pair of head-phones in my ears. I have a couple albums that remain among my favorite sounds to fall asleep to. If you have yet to try this method of dream control or solution for insomnia, I recommend you try these.

•  Opeth – Damnation

• Nine Inch Nails – The Downward Spiral

• Marilyn Manson – Holy Wood

• A Perfect Circle – The Thirteenth Step

So often my dreams consist of sexual escapades, so to speak. Now I don’t often play reference to my waking-life but I can surely say that these dreams are not in lew of actual sexual activity. But why? And often I wonder just how alone I am. They are sometimes famous, sometimes people close to me, or people I don’t know. But one factor remains the same through out, they are filling a void I seem to have only at that very moment and I awake to the reality that these needs were not real, as well as the solutions to them. So why do I still feel so completely empty? I am happy right?

 Well, last night, I had a dream about Nine Inch Nail’s Trent Reznor. Oh I can hear you now, who hasn’t? Your right. It’s like me rattling off another wet dream about Leonardo Dicaprio. But here is the trickery of a weak mind, I was the “whore”, the sexually starved and obsessed. Trent, as imagined in the dream (and not to discount the fact that he may in fact be this way in real life, I just don’t know), was very “loving” and “caring”. All I wanted was sex or some variant there of. The momentary need to feel nothing more than physical pleasure and instant gratification. All of which I could not have because I could not see beyond my lust.

 I woke up starving for something I didn’t even remotely care about when I fell into sleep.

 Well that’s it really, I just needed to scrape it off my skin so it didn’t follow me around like a shadow of shame all day long.