The Sven Journal

One of the surest signs confirming my membership to the human-clan is my ability to dream. The REM, the nightmares, the giddy dreams, the wet pleasant dreams… dreaming is just a daily routine I have joined in on, along with the other almost-7 billion people on Earth.

I’ve noticed through the years I have several reoccurring components that ultimately make up a night for me. 

All. The. Time. It’s slightly incredibly ridiculous how often a dinosaur will make an appearance. This has been happening for as long as I can remember. Maybe I only have the Calvin-syndrome, or maybe it’s the uncountable times I have watched Jurassic Park. Whatever this disease, I am quite aware of the symptom. It’s getting annoying.

Although I will say that taking down a T-Rex is truly the epitome of badassery. Kudos to me.

And surprisingly, not in a sexual sense. What I mean about a beds is, quite simply, there are random beds all throughout my dreams. I remember this one adventure in a jungle, and I passed a tree, there was the sack there, just waiting. I dismissed it, as if it were normal for a bed to be in the jungle.

… maybe it was hunting?

Regardless, I think it is my brain trying to remind of where I am. If I were trapped in an armoire or wrestling my way through an army of giant salamanders (both of which are equally frightening) and a bed appeared, I would think, “oh cool… bed.” No need to be scared, amigo. It’s all good. Well, that’s excellent brain, thank you. A great big thank you to for thinking I’m a fucking moron. As last I recalled, I don’t think combatting abnormally big lizards is something I do in a reality-based day. But thanks for looking after me.

It’s really weird, but this is one of the most reoccurring items… and oddly, I constantly find myself climbing them. I know I have a childhood bad habit of wanting to climb everything, but a neverending bookshelf? Guess Dream-Ben is kind of dumb.

The infinite bookcase appears at an alarming frequency, and stupidly often. I’m maybe just destined to buy a lot of books? And climb them? Brain, you sure are silly.

This one is simple: people are naked. And people go about their normal business. This is more than probably because my subconscious has a sense of humour, and of course everything is funnier when you’re nude. Unless you’re attractive (‘cause that’s just hot). Imagine the basement scene from Inglorious Basterds as everyone naked. Ha.

See? Funny.

This is a more recent addition to my recurring elements list. It’s almost as if it is my voyage off to Dreamland. Except that the boat is never at the beginning of a dream, nor the end, so I guess we can rule out a welcoming/departure scenario. It’s always just… kind of… there. Like the bed.

Note that it is never a tugboat or fishing boat. We’re talking big boys here. One that is so physically large it can only be imagined to carry a flotilla of blue whales (yet still manages to fit down an alleyway).

I’m not sure why we dream, but I’m guessing it is because sleep is a long time to not do anything. And the brain gets bored. I can just see it now! My theory explained is:

As Oscar once said, “The basis of action is lack of imagination. It is the last resource of those who know not how to dream.” So stop letting your imagination run wild; take a nap and let your subconscious do the thinking for you.

What kind of dreams do you guys have?