Because it has a hardware keyboard and allows you to type a dream before you forget it.
I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in ages, and haven’t remembered a ‘traditional’ dream in even longer.
Here it is as I typed it, cut and pasted into the thread…
*Dream in order of remembered (not had)
Lights.
The room is a bedroom that is also an inner room in a large place like an old high school. It has large windows along at least three of the walls. The windows are a meter off the ground leaving very little wall above that level in the room. The windows are seperated from each other by sturdy varnished beams. Outside the room are halls and coridors. Like the room they are dark. I ‘wake’ in this room and start switching on lights. The main light doesn’t work so I know instantly I’m trapped in one of my no lights work panic dreams. Out of the old combination of panic and habit I start trying lamps. They all work but the room is not bright enough yet so I keep trying more lamps. Finally I think all the lights are on when I see an odd contraption that is somehow familiar to me. I flick a switch and a small flourescent light comes on on it’s side. The room is still too dark. I notice the contraption has on top, under a circular glass sheet some very big, powerful looking bulbs. My immediate thought is I can’t be lucky enough for these to work, but noticing a tiny black square button on the opposite side to the flourescent lamp marked ‘lamps’ I press it. The machine makes an unpleasant and loud clunking noise which makes me start, but the lights come into full glorious brightness and finally the entire room is comfortingly bright. Shortly after I remember relaying a fable of someone who had a similar problem with light in his dreams than I do to an old (in age and familiarity) friend, and how this dream for him… The final pressing of that small square button, was his last ever dream, for he fell into a coma and soon died. As soon as I finished relaying this I felt myself slipping into unconsciousnes and could see clearly blackness entering at the edges of my vision. The blackness I could look directly at, as if to suggest it was happening in my brain and not my eyes. This is where I initiaded a forced awakening which I normally do when the lights have all failed to work.
This next fragment leads to my being found in the bedroom above…
Manx flag.
I am taking down a large, clean and well made manx flag. It is the usual red on my side but as it moves in the wind it reveals it’s other side to be black and having an unremembered (but possibly ominous) design on it. The flag and it’s moorings are unweildy and unwilling to let go of the mast but I seem to be adept at removing flags and it is soon off. Parts of the moorings are not rope but seem to be constructed of a mix of ribbon, and those consatena christmas decorations you hang on walls. I begin to wrap the flag and it’s moorings round my right arm to tidy (a method I picked up at work to wrap long network cables). Because of the consatena part the bundle fast becomes large before it is fully wrapped but again this proves no problem for my apparent skill. I take the wrapped bundle with me to the old building in the first dream and I am greeted by cheers of victory from large (but dispersed, scattered… As if caught off guard by my return) crowds of old and young (but mostly young) outside the building as if I am returning the flag to it’s rightful place. It is night but the crowds are well lit by building and street lighting.
Connecting the two dreams above is a scattered dream about friendly spirits (ending, jokingly with a brief cameo by casper the friendly ghost.) which I may remember more about later.*
So, what do dream analysts make of it?