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Post by onlyMark on Aug 9, 2016 17:59:05 GMT
Not at all. I've often had dreams where the audience has walked away.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2016 18:06:59 GMT
In my dreams, the audience doesn't give a damn, I'm the one who is causing myself all the agony. And I should know.
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Post by mickthecactus on Sept 19, 2016 10:18:30 GMT
Last night dreamt I was playing football (soccer) with Obama. He was rubbish.
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Post by Kimby on Sept 19, 2016 16:09:59 GMT
But give him a basketball....
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 14:49:12 GMT
Worst actor's dream ever. I'm somewhere, in rehearsal for a show, except all I'm seeing are dark greenrooms and hallways. I have to get somewhere to do an actual show, but I can't get a cab; someone calls one for me, but when it arrives it's not from Vancouver and there are like 12 people inside, and we have to make a million stops along the way. Apparently I'm paying. 45 minutes to curtain, 20, 10, when I arrive at the theatre (which feels vaguely like my old acting school, but isn't, except for the Judgement) the opening music is playing. It's Chekhov, it's a musical, and I have a corset to get into and my hair to put up into a Gibson girl bouffant. No one at the theatre is flustered, all is calm. I ball my hands into fists at my side and scream 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜. A feeling of benign contempt is in the air. Some people help me into pieces of clothing, but nothing is in the right place or looks familiar. I can't remember a single thing. I say I'm going on with my script, no one says a thing. I keep getting it mixed up with someone else's script. I don't remember the songs or dances or the first scene. The stage is combined with a rail station. There are two people in the audience. We finally give it up and have champagne. The end.
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Post by htmb on Oct 1, 2016 22:57:55 GMT
This dream must have felt so real to you, Lizzy. Dreams like this seem to stick in ones mind for awhile. I know I'll often think about realistic-type dreams off and on for days.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 23:09:58 GMT
Oddly enough, I have had some dreams in recent years where I had to go on stage to replace somebody, without having any idea what the play is and of course not even being an actor. But I am getting better at not panicking in such situations. I have noticed in other dreams that nobody really minds when I am stark naked, so I just act confident and go about my business in those cases. I pretty much did the same thing when I had to go on stage, although the dream did not give me any feedback about audience reaction. No boos, though.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2016 0:15:29 GMT
I have had repeated dreams, so vivid, about my departed kitty , Sadie. In each dream she is alive and well and nearby but, when I awaken and look around she is not there. The scenario is different in that we are living downstairs since my husband's return home. I loathe going upstairs for any reason whatsoever and have avoided doing so except in the cases of sheer dire need. The few occasions in which I have done so bring back memories of her that know I will eventually surpass. Once the cooler weather returns and we come back home from holiday and can move back upstairs will hopefully help to dissipate this despair. Coupled with the ever visible eye of my psychopathic neighbor's camera facing my balcony and her allegations of my having attempted to murder my husband by "sticking 5 needles in his cheek" and the ensuing investigation from Adult Protection Services (with no thus far further follow up or word from after I presume talking with other neighbors.). I have no immediate need or want to be in that particular space in our home. Mind you, this is the same person who accused me of having a "snake farm" and prevented me from receiving postal services. Welcome to my nightmare.
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Post by Kimby on Oct 2, 2016 3:02:02 GMT
I dreamt about my dear departed father for only the third time in the 3 1/2 years since he died. My sister and I will very soon be returning to Dad's family farm in Michigan to talk with the director of Michigan Audubon Society about a donation to the sanctuary in our parents' memory. In my dream Dad showed up at this meeting. He was not dead, but had been staying with one of his cousins. My sister asked him how he was doing (since Mom died), and Dad sighed "Oh, OK, I guess...). He seemed very sad. Then I woke up and he was gone. But his voice lingered on in my head for several hours after waking. Nice.
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Post by htmb on Oct 2, 2016 3:15:16 GMT
A sweet treat for you!
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Post by rikita on Oct 6, 2016 14:15:37 GMT
i had some naughty dreams recently. they were a bit strange and i won't go into detail.
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Post by onlyMark on Oct 6, 2016 14:40:07 GMT
Write it small then nobody can see it.
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Post by rikita on Oct 6, 2016 22:34:22 GMT
i wrote it very small on a paper on my desk.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2016 15:17:43 GMT
Last night I dreamt that I was moving. Again. Except that I was moving from one of my childhood homes, although the house has long passed out of my family's hands. My godson was living in my brother's bedroom, and I had friends and my husband along to help me pack. Unfortunately, I had no boxes and waaaaay too much stuff. Crap stuff, knick knacks and books I'd never read. In real life I have a friend who manages a "green" box rental company, but I realized I had no money, certainly not enough to hire movers to transport the stuff. Oh, and did I mention I had no place to move to? Very frustrating.
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Post by htmb on Oct 14, 2016 16:12:40 GMT
I'm sick of having frustrating dreams similar to yours. They often seem so real. I had a lousy one last night, too. It involved a bunch of people I went to high school with, though it "occurred" during recent times. I'd like to have some nice, pleasant dreams for a change.
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Post by rikita on Oct 19, 2016 7:24:42 GMT
i had a horrible dream that i was so angry at my child that i hit her onto the face with a book, then when she cried i apologized and promised never to do that again, but knew i would get that angry again ... woke up feeling so bad about even being able to dream something like that - i would never ever hit her of course. hugged her a lot after i woke up.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2016 9:56:26 GMT
rikita, someone told me once that every person in our dreams is some aspect of ourself, trying to work out some problem or othere. Don't feel too guilty for hitting A., for with this theory you are simply harming yourself (as if that is any comfort).
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2016 11:03:09 GMT
For the first time in my life, I dreamed of Donald Trump last night. He had taken over the zone of wherever I was and was wearing a leather jacket and strangler's gloves. I had to wrestle with him to stop him, but I couldn't get a grip on him.
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Post by bixaorellana on Oct 19, 2016 13:36:32 GMT
rikita, someone told me once that every person in our dreams is some aspect of ourself, trying to work out some problem or othere. Don't feel too guilty for hitting A., for with this theory you are simply harming yourself (as if that is any comfort). That is extremely interesting. One thing I've always wondered about is where "dream people" come from. By that I mean all the completely realized humans who appear in dreams who aren't anyone you know nor are they actors or public figures whose pictures you might have seen.
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Post by whatagain on Oct 19, 2016 20:40:42 GMT
I dreamt that I was at my wife's funeral + Father in law + Mother in law. I supposed the family pissed me off ;-) But why my wife Oops, the guys upstairs are having sex, and they are loud. Am I'm supposed to wake up at 5 am to catch my plane.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2016 17:58:35 GMT
I had an acting dream again last night. I'm performing in that George Bernard Shaw classic social comedy Smoking. It's the last scene, set in a Victorian greenhouse conservatory. I come onstage to see my faithless husband kissing a younger woman. I react, except that I can't remember the stage directions, so I make them up. I pick strawberries and smoosh them into his face, then I start planting shallot bulbs in the soil of all the potted plants onstage. The stageful of actors slowly empties, appalled. I'm left onstage, sobbing my heart out in the dark. Curtain.
I start rehearsal on Monday. These dreams should stop once I'm actually working on something.
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Post by mossie on Oct 20, 2016 21:07:24 GMT
Lizzy, stop worrying. Just remember my aid, "it'll never happen to me"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2016 21:16:39 GMT
Thanks, mossie!
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Post by htmb on Oct 22, 2016 13:39:29 GMT
Last night I had a funny dream and Chexbres was in it! I was riding a bike early in the morning with two other women. We were in a very large park in France with lots of green, rolling hills and nice, wide, roads but I had promised my son I'd go fishing with him. There was a lot of confusion about how and when we would meet, but I left to travel to Florida. At some point I was in the women's wc at the gas station on the way to Cedar Key. I finally caught up with my son who was getting his boat ready and stocking it with live bait. This is the part where thoughts of Chexbres entered my dream. My son was using giant silverfish as bait. The things were as big as jumbo shrimp and one particularly angry one was thrashing about his hand. I knew Chexbres wasn't going to like the idea, but decided I'd have to tell her how lucky she was to have a supply of silverfish that could be raised and sold as bait. It would be a great way to supplement her income.
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Post by chexbres on Oct 23, 2016 6:36:01 GMT
htmb - it's a very good thing that I did not read your dream before I went to bed!!! I haven't found the diatomaceous earth, yet, and this morning when I turned on the kitchen light, I heard several silverfish go "PLOP!!!" - very heavily - on the floor. They are definitely getting just as big as they were in your dream... I did enjoy the first bit about the bikes, though
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Post by htmb on Oct 23, 2016 11:55:55 GMT
Have you checked with the plant stores on the quai?
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Post by chexbres on Oct 23, 2016 13:11:20 GMT
Yes I did and they didn't have any. Next stop is Leroy Merlin - if they don't have it, I'll have to order from Amazon and hope it gets to me before the silverfish do.
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Post by Kimby on Oct 23, 2016 13:34:45 GMT
i had a horrible dream that i was so angry at my child that i hit her onto the face with a book, then when she cried i apologized and promised never to do that again, but knew i would get that angry again ... woke up feeling so bad about even being able to dream something like that - i would never ever hit her of course. hugged her a lot after i woke up. My theory is that dreams like these are cautionary tales that wake you up to possibilities your better self would never want to commit (child abuse in your case or adultery for me) and by shocking the dreamer, reinforce her commitment to being "good". That's my story and I'm sticking to it!
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Post by chexbres on Oct 23, 2016 20:38:25 GMT
I used to dream a lot more than I do now. But I find that my sleep patterns have changed, and I'm waking up a couple of times a night when I hear noises outside my apartment. It's rare that I have to take something to make me sleep, but that's when I am able to dream. The dreams are always pleasant and interesting, though I can only remember parts of them.
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Post by whatagain on Oct 23, 2016 21:06:39 GMT
Carry on dreaming then !
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