{"id":27501,"date":"2021-03-08T15:05:17","date_gmt":"2021-03-08T19:05:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/?p=27501"},"modified":"2021-03-08T15:05:17","modified_gmt":"2021-03-08T19:05:17","slug":"dream-scream","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/2021\/03\/08\/dream-scream.html","title":{"rendered":"Dream Scream"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>At present I am watching video of myself sleeping. Listening, actually, more than watching. I woke up screaming from a dream last night, and I am curious to hear what it sounded like.<\/p>\n<p>In the dream someone pulled a knife on me. I grabbed the weapon from his hand and threw it away. He then pulled a gun and I woke up screaming, feeling cowardly about it for some reason, as if I should have stayed asleep and let the guy shoot me.<\/p>\n<p>The dream encounter occurred in the kitchen of the house I grew up in down in Tampa. The house was alive with activity, though I did not know anybody there.<\/p>\n<p>A man arrived with a small dog, asking a woman who appeared to be head of the household if she had a safe place to put the animal. She took the dog from the man and stuffed it into a kitchen cabinet, closing the cabinet door. Everybody seemed to think this normal, to store live animals in kitchen cabinets.<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s when the stern-looking snarling dude revealed he had a knife, threatened to stab me with it, and then he pulled a gun. The knife was not a butcher knife or even a steak knife. It was something between a butter knife and a serrated utensil, probably not enough to kill me but sharp enough to puncture.<\/p>\n<p>As I wait through this video to hear the sound of myself screaming I suspect it will be underwhelming. In terms of audio the camera is not a high-fidelity instrument, though its night vision is pretty sharp. I can see myself breathing. But audio is pretty twangy.<\/p>\n<p>Still, this is the kind of thing I got the camera for, to document nocturnal eruptions and explore that part of my life I&#8217;ve mostly only heard about from lovers and roommates. I have made audio, some of it memorable; and I attempted video once but the camera was too poor quality for low light.<\/p>\n<p>Instead of listening to the full 4am hour in which I think the scream occurred it should be as simple as dumping the video into an editing software and looking for a spike in the audio waveform. But for some reason Cyber Director did not parse out the audio like it usually does. I thought I&#8217;d muted the mic by mistake. But there is sound when playing back in digiKam, so go figure.<\/p>\n<p>OK, it seems the audio of myself screaming did not record, or if it did I missed it, and it&#8217;s not enough of a priority to play all that stuff back again. I think the scream was muffled on account of my face being buried in a pillow. Or maybe it just wasn&#8217;t as loud as it felt.<\/p>\n<p>I do want to know more about this part of my life, though, the one-third (probably more) of it spent in such a vulnerable, almost infantile state. I frequently wake up in the middle of the night, wandering off out of camera view.<\/p>\n<p>If there is anything eerie or maybe just weird it&#8217;s how I sometimes gesticulate\u00a0 in a way that makes it look like I am wide awake when I am not. I also think it&#8217;s weird how often my eyes open and the night view makes them look shiny.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>At present I am watching video of myself sleeping. Listening, actually, more than watching. I woke up screaming from a dream last night, and I am curious to hear what it sounded like. In the dream someone pulled a knife on me. I grabbed the weapon from his hand and threw it away. 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