I was in a large and strange hotel room, no idea where. It was an old room furnished with quite personal furniture -- a big armoire, an old bed with a vintage electric blanket, floor lamps, and a big chest of drawers. On top of the chest was a big safe for storing valuables, much bigger than the kind one usually finds in a room. I was curious about it, so I opened it and got a huge shock as a crazed cat jumped out of it to escape. How long had it been there? The cat was quite agitated and ran toward the door of the room, so I opened the door to let it out. It ran out and disappeared immediaely. But then I realised that a newborn kitten was clinging to my shoulder. How had it got there? Had the mother cat suddenly projected it on to me as it jumped out of the safe? It was mewling pitifully and its eyes were still closed, but it had good strong claws already so I had to pull hard to peel it off. What to do with it? I opened the door of the hotel again and set it in the middle of the hallway, hoping that its mother would return to take care of it. It looked totally helpless, but there was nothing that I could do for it myself.
I went back to the safe to inspect it again. Inside, there was several sheets of paper towel in one corner with some traces of blood, so clearly there had been a little preparation for the event, although the safe should have never been completely closed. I saw that there were three other kittens inside, so I figured that I should take them out and put them in the hall, too. I picked up one of them, but at that moment a Vietnamese woman entered the room to use the bathroom. The room was practically a suite, and it seemed like the bathroom next to the entrance was meant to be shared with other people. This did not really bother me since I still had no idea where I might be, but it distracted me and made the dream end.
I had a dream about my Mom last night that was so vivid that I woke up choking back sobs so as not to wake Mr. Kimby.
I almost never dream about my parents who have been dead for 3 1/2 years and 1 year, and am so jealous of my niece who dreams about her grandparents regularly. It was especially nice that Mom was on her feet and thinking and speaking like her old self, though she was clearly feeling her age.
We were in the family home (which isn't ours anymore) and she was saying "I think I'm ready for a change, spending part of the year in (warm place) and summers (elsewhere)."
My sister T. (who has served admirably as our parents' care organizer, financial manager and executor) responded to Mom's declaration, "But I was looking forward to the cooking school I signed us up for!" My response was "T, it isn't about YOU!" And bent to wrap my arms about Mom who had shrunk to about 4 feet tall, a miniature version of her old self. That's when I woke up sobbing.
Not sure what, if anything, this dream means. But it sure was nice hugging Mom again.
I was a guest at the Vatican (!) and one of the minor priests was absolutely obsessed with the large plastic bag of paper clips that I had. I had apparently taken all of my office paper clips with me when I retired. Anyway, he kept pawing through the large variety of paper clips and said that he wanted to buy some of them from me. But I knew that his real goal was to steal them all from me.
Last night I dreamt that I was on a plane to Banjul, Gambia. I was the only passenger on that huge plane and kept asking the pilot 'why am I alone'? 'Because everyone else cancelled', he said. Then I tried very hard to get out of that dream.
In fact, we had a trip booked to Gambia for departure this morning, but we cancelled because of the actual political situation.
I don't often remember dreams. But last night i saw my wife sitting in a garden singing softly in the sweetest voice. But the garden was my mothers old garden from when I was a child. What the hell does it all mean.
I remembered afterwards that is I was getting into bed I happened to notice the picture of my youngest on the wall and he seemed to have a very disapproving look on his face, and I was remembering how we had visited the undertakers to see my daughter and I closed her eyes, saying "poor little old gel". Later i had done the same for my wife but just said "poor old gel"
Man is not lost, only temporarily uncertain of his position
The first dream, with your wife, is quite beautiful. It must be nice to picture her somewhere safe and pretty where you were happy. Maybe she wanted you not to have to think of her as "poor old gel" anymore.
Funny, I hardly ever remember my dreams, but I had one the other night that stuck with me. Somehow, reading your dream, Mossie, made me think of it again.
In the dream I was in bed asleep when I heard a noise that woke me, but which I tried to ignore. After some more noise I got up to investigate, but I was in my grandparents' house instead of mine. I went to one of the back doors and was mildly alarmed that it hadn't been secured. Then I went to the seldom used front door, which was standing slightly ajar. This really alarmed me and creeped me out. Then I thought to check my wallet, as I'd made a withdrawal that day & left the money in my wallet (that part was actually true in real life). When I looked, there was money there (in pesos), but far less than there should have been. At that point my brother came into the room, the one close in age to me, but in the dream he was barely older than a boy. I told him what was going on and he said he'd taken the money. I was completely shocked and he explained that he knew that I didn't need it all right now and that he was planning to pay it back. At that point I either woke up or just don't remember the rest.
All three distinct from one another and I can't remember the specific content of them but one singular element that ran through all three of them is that they all featured one particular woman. Someone I haven't seen or spoken with, spoken about or thought about in a long time.
Another dream about Mom last night. I forget the details, but it ended with me and my younger sister sobbing loudly in each other's arms. I woke up afraid that I was making noises that would disturb Mr. Kimby, a notoriously bad sleeper, but he slumbered on.
My dreams have never ever been that specific or detailed in that personal kind of way.
I really don't know if I would like for them to be. It seems like what you describe are an extension of the days conscious thoughts as opposed to the sub-un-concsious more unreal/surreal undercurrent of thoughts.
My mother appears regularly in certain dreams, but I have noticed that as time progresses, she is more and more her normal self in the dreams and not the person of the final ten years. And for the very same reason, my father is often there, too, since he was still alive back then.
I dreamt that I was in some sort of reading group with onlyMark and some other person. We had to read these really huge books and then write a book report about 20 pages long. For some reason all of us liked doing this, but the minute I woke up, it seemed like a terrible idea.
One thing that onlyMark might like is that I think I made him about 30 years younger than reality in the dream.
I was off somewhere in what I can only describe as the "Ottoman Empire". I wasn't really on holiday because I seemed to be accompanying some professor on a mysterious mission (not Indiana Jones, though). The time period seemed sort of 1930ish, and there were huge dusty constructions like power plants or waterworks but also lurid nightclubs such as could be found in Giza in the 1980's. Many of the men walking around were black Africans but they were dressed like dervishes with billowy white trousers and a red fez. There was a lot of traffic along the road, causing clouds of dust. It was a warm afternon but not boiling hot. I had my digital camera with me but I was unable to frame any shots properly, much as I tried. But since I was trying to take pictures anyway, I lost track of the professor. Even though I was not yet in what could be described as a state of panic, I was annoyed at the fact that the professor was not making sure that I was following, and that's what woke me up.
I was in a lovely meadow with some other people not too far from a mountain range. At least one of the mountains was a volcano with a lazy plume of smoke at the top. Unfortunately, it suddenly erupted explosively and sent molten lava bombs all over the place. They were landing very close and there was absolutely no place to take cover. The volcano would spit out a new set of flaming rocks about every 30 seconds and they kept getting closer and closer. The third shower was enough to wake me up.
I spent a weekend with my nuclear family in my dreams last night. Mom and Dad were both there as younger versions of themselves, and of both my sisters too.
The setting was some sort of family reunion, held at a ski resort but during the summer. I didn't recognize any of the other family members from several generations, which is strange because in real life, I'm well acquainted with many of my cousins and their parents (my aunts and uncles - all dead now) and even their children, and would recognize many of the elders (great aunts and great uncles and THEIR parents) from old photographs I've studied. But this family was populated with strangers, except for us 5.
Since I was taking pictures, I unfortunately was more of an observer at this reunion, and really didn't interact much with my nuclear family, to my chagrin, now that I am awake...
I don't remember seeing my family, but I seemed to be in my childhood house in my dream last night, a bit nicer than the real one. There was a huge rainstorm and soon the house was sitting in the middle of a lake, although in the distance I could see some people taking advantage of the storm to go surfing (the real house was nowhere near the coastline). There was no flooding in the house itself, as though it had been built on the summit of a hill, but I looked out of a back window and saw a flooding stream very close by go over its banks, washing away the mud that had been holding it, and that made me certain that the house was about to be flooded as well. And that ended the dream.
Last night I had a dream that left me totally confused about what to make of it.
Normally, when you dream about sex, it is an erotic experience and you keep it to yourself or you proudly proclaim what happened. But this was in a different category. I was at work again, and I and a female colleague were designated as assistants to the sales manager. The sales manager in the dream is someone who really existed and who was universally hated by the staff, an obese Lebanese creature placed there due to his connections but who didn't last long when his connections withered away. Anyway, in the dream, my role -- and the role of my colleague -- was just to be present, sitting on a chair, while he screwed his secretary on a big bed in the middle of his office. Thankfully, the "secretary" was just a dream invention and not at all anybody who actually worked with me in real life. Anyway, sitting there watching was an unbearably ugly experience and a totally unbearable ordeal. In the dream, I had to endure two "sessions" and then I woke up because it was all too disgusting. As for my colleague, I don't know why she was part of the dream, because she did not do anything or react to the situation; she just endured it in silence like I did.
I have never even thought of this sales manager person in at least 15 years, so I am quite angry that he was able to suddenly invade my subconscious for no reason at all. I hope to never see him again.
I was in Brussels for some sort of cultural festival. I spent the whole dream in an apartment, but when I looked out of the window, I saw the most incredible objects from Magritte paintings floating in the sky. They looked solid but of course they couldn't be since they were floating. Most of them were far too high to see well with the naked eye, but I got some excellent photos on full zoom with my camera. They did not seem to be teethered baloons, and they also seemed much too solid to be holographic projections. I was both mystified and delighted, and I was very glad to be able to take pictures, because nobody else in the apartment seemed the least bit interested.
Unfortunately, it is not currently possible to upload photos of pictures that you take in dreams. Damn.
Last night's dream was entirely seen on television but was completely traumatic. Something apparently happened at the ISS, and the United States triumphantly launched a mission to go up there and take care of things. However, the next day Russia decided that it would not be outdone and quickly -- too quickly -- set up a mission to go into space as well. This greatly surprised all of the news commentators, since it was not known that Russia had a rocket ready to launch. In the dream I noticed that the Russian launch facility was in the middle of a huge forest and not at Baikonur as usual (the fact that I watched part of the film In the Forests of Siberia on television yesterday clearly planted this in my subconscious.). The television was still covering what the Americans were doing in usual CNN style, but it was on split screen with the other half showing the Russian launch pad as the mission was ready to leave, but before lift off, the rocket became unbalanced and slowly fell over, causing a huge nuclear style explosion. As the closest camera got knocked out, other cameras took over from much farther away, showing the Russian base going into full alert with controlled explosions destroying part of the forest, which collapsed into a sort of huge dry moat to prevent all access. It was as dramatic as hell, but the TV kept droning on about the American mission with absolutely no mention of what was happening in Russia even though it was right there on the screen. I found it all quite distressing because I felt that even worse things would soon be happening, so I woke up.
A couple of weeks ago I spent the night at my friend’s’ ancient lake cabin. I had the upstairs all to myself. That night I dreamed there were mice crawling under my bedspread. It turned out not to be a dream.
I had trouble getting completely to sleep last night, but when I finally did, I dreamed extensively. The only scrap I remember is cooking in some kind of ad hoc situation -- like in a dorm room with a hot plate. I had main ingredients in a pot and became impatient because the ground turmeric had lumps, so I put in too much. At that point a friend in the room announced that he couldn't stand turmeric, so I got all of it out before he noticed.
The above illustrates why I seldom remember my dreams, since they are boring even to me.
Reminds me of our daughter when she was about 15. She informed us that a mouse had walked across her bed one night right in front of her eyes. As per normal in our household, she was told not to make such a fuss, she had been dreaming etc., the house was nearly new and WE did NOT get mice. When my wife was sorting the room out later she found the tell tale little mouse droppings, but we kept quiet about it.
It was shortly before Christmas and we had the stuff for the tree stored on top of our wardrobe in large paper bags. The next night we could hear scratching sounds coming from there and, on investigation in the morning, found holes eaten into the bag containing the chocolate tree decorations. Damn mice had been shinning up the water supply pipe into the airing cupboard next to our bedroom, so traps had to be set which collected 3 in the next couple of nights.
Man is not lost, only temporarily uncertain of his position
Just one tiny scrap from last night's dream. I was staying with a big family for some unspecified major event. We were all gathering for breakfast and one of the teenagers put TWELVE cubes of sugar in his coffee.