Outer Knowledge in Dreams?

In my dream last night I was visiting Garden City and I was late for a concert (Jars of Clay if you want to know what band). Well, it turned out I was really late because it was 8:20pm and the concert started at 8, oh, and look, the concert is in Hutchinson. OK, here is where it gets interesting. In my dream I didn’t know how far Hutch was from Garden, like I just had no reasonable guess, and when I did guess I said about an hour, but the people riding with me knew it was about three hours, which turns out to be correct (three hours and seven minutes on Google maps).

So here is the question: who am “I” when I dream. Obviously the characters in my dream had knowledge that I know when awake, even though when I was sleeping my first person self did not remember that fact. This makes sense - I am making up this whole world in my sleep so these people must have my knowledge and not their own, but I had always thought that the other people in my dreams were more of “rag-dolls” that I can interact with but not really gain any knowledge, at least knowledge that my first-person self in the dream did not already have.

Does this mean that really anyone that I dream about is just different aspects of myself in that dream? Do they know things that I don’t know consciously, and that knowledge turns out to be (more-or-less) correct? If all these other people are more of me, why am I still stuck to myself in my dreams, why can’t I dream from the direction of anyone else and see myself in third person? I never really took much of dream interpreting to be real, but since others in my dream have knowledge that I didn’t consciously leads me to think that there may be at least something at a very basic level that could be true about it.

Also; sorry Dave for bending the rear spoiler on your car when I jumped on it in my dream… I was just trying to jump over the car so I could get into the van to go to the concert, I didn’t think I would bend it so bad.

Mighty Cheer

Do you know what is worse than getting a song stuck in your head? Getting a song stuck in your head that you made up during a dream and it isn't good in the first place.

In my dream I am at a stadium attending a cheering contest, however instead of the cheerleaders getting judged it is the crowd that is getting judged about who has the best crowd cheers. (Like the Wabash for K-State.) Well after a crowd cheer of Partyvillie (I don't remember how the cheer goes, but I do remember that each cheerleader had a letter on her uniform that spelled to spell out Partyvillie) came the stupid cheer that got stuck in my head.

The cheer goes: "Mighty the horse was a horse, of course" the tune to sing it too sounds familiar but I can't place it. During the cheer people in the crowd get tossed up by other people and they yell "woah!" when thrown into the air. Yeah, it is lame, but it has been stuck in my head for going on an hour now.

I think the only more annoying cheer than the one I just made up is the "Boomer Sooner".

I dream of Blogger

I set the alarm purposely 30 minutes before I want to get up so that I can hit the snooze button a couple of times. For me hitting snooze and then going back to sleep a few times is a really good way of getting up in the morning because I know that I will have to get up soon, but I still get to sleep some more. By the time it is actually time for me to get up I have prepared myself sufficiently for the dread that it will bring.

Anyways, this series of snoozes in the morning always seem to give me weird dreams. This morning I had a dream that the Blogger announced that they were closing down. I took it to mean that they weren't allowing anyone to make new Blogger blogs, so I was disappointed by ok with the announcement. Then I heard the announcement again and realized that it meant that I wouldn't be able to post on my blog anymore, I was quite annoyed with this, but I remembered that I could learn how to use WordPress, and that would do fine. Then I realized that if Blogger closed I would lose all of my past posts. So I frantically tried to think of ways to transfer all my posts over to WordPress from Blogger. I have no idea of how to do this in real life, so in the muttle of the dream I was just completely lost and fairly mad. Then the alarm went off.

Maybe I should just get up the first time the alarm goes off.