Re: OT: Conlangea Dreaming

Nik Taylor wrote:
>
> Padraic Brown wrote:
> > I thought everyone did, until a friend of mine told me that he only
> > dreams in B&W. How odd.
>
> Most people actually dream in B&W.  Apparently, it's mostly creative
> people who dream in color.  I THINK I dream in color, but I'm not sure.
> I can never remember visual details clearly enough to be sure.
>
I dream in colour. I remember enough visual details from my dreams over
the years to be sure I do. Examples:

1. In a dream I had when I was 6 or so, a detective was standing on the
street by a *red* newspaper box.

2. In a dream I had when I was 12 or so, my dad was wearing a green tie
when I was reunited with him after 10-odd years.

3. My car in my dreams is blue.

4. In a dream I had a few nights ago, the workstations every employee
had at the factory I worked at (don't ask me what the factory made) were
blue.

> > The Dreamworld _is_ an interesting place!
>
> Yes, a place where you can take a wrong turn and end up half a state
> away, as in one dream of mine!  Or, go *down* stairs, and end up on
> higher floors as in another dream of mine!  :-)
>
My Dreamworld is fairly consistent, in terms of people and places -
they'll recurr in various situations, and occasionaly my dreams refer to
eachother. For example, my car is always blue in my dreams, and I'm
almost always smoking a cigarette in my dreams, despite the fact that
I've never smoked one in my life. Also, the cafeteria at my school
(which looks nothing like my real world school) always has plenty of
cupcakes. Also, I'm a much better guitar player in my dreams than in
real life.

Actually, the main points of the culture of the Ajuk were revealed to me
in a dream. I was standing in a huge mass of people in a town square or
something like that, when a man in the middle of the square must've
climbed the fountain or something, because they were above everyone in
the crowd. I was, at the time, talking with one of the local merchants
on the edge of the square, and I suddenly noticed how silent the square
had become. The man began to speak, and I recall clearly that it was in
Ajuk, although I only remember the gist of the English translation of
his speech. He spoke of how the people in the town and in the nation had
to unite with each other, not for the sake of a war (though his speech
made it clear that the Ajuk had recently experienced a devastating war)
but rather to maintain peace withing the borders of the nation. He told
the people to welcome foreigners (such as myself) with open arms, and to
make sure that everyone in the town was well-cared-for. He was clearly
opposed to government intervention in those that last point, claiming
that the government had no business doing for the people what they
rightly should do on their own.

I asked, in halting Ajuk, a woman near me who the person speaking was,
and while I don't remember the name or their position in government,
they were some sort of appointed official sent from the capital, and had
taken such a liking to this one small town that he decided to take a
permanent government position in the town during the last war.

I also explained that I was a traveler on my way to the University,
(which is in the capital, the name of which was never revealed in the
dream) and I needed a place to rest for the night. There was an amazing
number of people who were willing to offer me a room for the night, and
it was practically impossible for me to choose which place to stay. I
chose to stay in the room nearest to the town square. Through this, it
was revealed that all Ajuk homes have at least one room that is always
available to a guest, and the members of the household are insistant
that they provide you with meals at least twice a day for your stay,
either in their home or out at a store vaguely similar to our cafes.
Also, these rooms are completely free, because the Ajuk consider it an
honour & a virtue to accept a stranger into their house.

In the end, I stayed in that one town for 3 or four days, because it was
so beautiful. I was very apologetic to my hosts, and offered on more
than one occasion to pay them for their troubles. They always just
laughed, and were amused at the concept of a guest feeling they had been
done a favour, as the Ajuk tradition is that the guest is doing a favour
to the hosts by agreeing to stay with them.

Despite how easy it seems it would be to get by in an Ajuk town without
your own home, after a certain point the hosts will stop considering you
a guest, and while they won't charge you rent, they'll encourage you to
find employment & a home for your own.

--
Robert