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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2014 16:13:13 GMT
I had the most amazing dream just before I woke up this morning. I was participating in some sort of cooking competition (not filmed, but with aspects of a reality show) with a whole bunch of people I didn't know. Perhaps it was a cooking course, I don't know.
It was a struggle to find the ingredients for the six-course meal that was to be our final exam. Either I didn’t know where to source the items, or I couldn’t identify them, or I couldn’t afford them, but I soldiered on, probably cheating a bit along the way. Finally, the big evening arrives and I find out we’re serving our meals to an international celebrity panel, one of whom was the Indian actress/chef Madhur Jaffrey.
For some reason I get it into my head that I’m going to hold them hostage, because I need to explain something very important to them. I get a knife from the kitchen (but a sharp, smooth-bladed one, not serrated, because I didn’t want it to hurt if I had to slit someone’s throat), and slip it under my chef’s whites. The event is huge, lots of media presence, photographers, lights. I start to serve and I pray they won’t notice that the oranges slices are a little uneven, that I couldn’t get the salad just right, and that I elect to serve ice-cold champagne for the third course because I ran out of time and imagination, but everyone agrees that it was a brilliant, very audacious choice. On it goes, until the realization arrives to all that I have an agenda and that I’m armed. Eventually, I’m about to be arrested, but Madhur tells me quietly as we walk that she would have listened to what I had to say and I didn’t need the knife, which was going to cause me a lot of trouble, by the way. Then I wake up.
It was then that I realized that this was a theatre dream.
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Post by bixaorellana on Feb 9, 2014 15:55:22 GMT
Wow -- not only does your dream have a real plot, but you remembered the details! And fascinating, colorful details they are, too. *envy* My dreams pop & dissolve like a cartoon bubble almost as soon as I wake up.
When you realized that it was a theater dream, did all the symbolism sort itself out for you?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2014 21:28:03 GMT
Well, when I woke up I thought, "That would make a great movie!", but I didn't realise it was about work until I wrote it down, all the details.
I had woken up at 4am and taken a little codeine and gone back to bed because I had a slammin' headache, so I suppose it was a bit of an opium dream. My dreams are not usually that vivid and detailed. And I suppose, because I immediately wrote it down, I remembered a great deal more. Today, thinking back, it's not that clear to me what happened.
Well, we'll see if anyone else has any memorable dreams!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 20:35:49 GMT
My dreams are often so wild that I would not dare to relate most of them.
I read in the newspaper the other day that most nightmares by men are about chases, escapes, catastrophes (earthquakes, fires, volcanos) and insects. I have never dreamed about insects.
Oh, I guess you might want to know what women's nightmares are about: humiliation, betrayal, vulnerability, interpersonal conflicts.
I am really so tired of being chased or being caught in the most horrendous natural disasters that I think that humiliation or betrayal might be a relaxing alternative. After all of the dreams of walking about naked, I have come to terms with it since nobody ever reacts. I just tell myself "nobody else cares, so I don't either." (What I find really funny is that when I was in 1st grade, the age 6 version of the same dream was just being in school in my stocking feet after having forgotten to put my shoes on -- so sweet and innocent!)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 21:16:00 GMT
Interesting, Kerouac. The shoes and socks dream is very sweet. How we are perverted by experience...
I don't really get nightmares, haven't for years. The last one I remember there was a serial killer in a house where I was living; we were all terrified as people got knocked off one by one. In the end I was the killer; I had some disassociative brain disorder. I walked into the bedroom and picked up a note on the dresser that said, "Dear Mr. ANYBODY, do you like to kill?", and I instantly knew it was me. Sounds like one of a million movies that went straight to video.
In most of my dreams I have a task, I have to get something done, or I have to travel somewhere. I simply keep getting distracted by other people's dramas (going along on their journey, helping them find their child). Every once in a while I'm reminded of what I need to accomplish and get back on track, and then there is another person I get involved with. I wake up exhausted and frustrated.
p.s. I just realised that in the two dreams I've related here, I've been threatening people or killing them. I'm baffled because I'm really very nice. I'm sure Freud would have an explanation. If any of us ever get to meet in real life, I assure you in advance, you'll be safe. I've never killed anybody. Yet.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 21:25:29 GMT
Don't worry. I've killed a few people myself, generally completely innocent of any wrongdoing. In fact, they are complete strangers. The dreams are usually extremely long because most of the unease is about whether or not I will be caught since I can think of all of the possible clues. Although I never feel that I have been completely cleared of suspicion, I have never been caught. I think I might be Tom Ripley.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 21:44:24 GMT
I wasn't quite sure who Tom Ripley was, so I checked. Apparently he has been portrayed by the following actors: Alain Delon, Dennis Hopper, Jonathan Kent, Matt Damon, John Malkovich, Barry Pepper, Ian Hart. Which one is the closest fit? Hhmmm.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2014 15:42:14 GMT
Last night I dreamt I was in an airport at security with a Chinese musician who thought it was a good idea to bring in about 20 pounds of blackberry roots with the dirt still clinging to them, carried in a black garbage bag. He was finally allowed to bring in one root, for which he paid about $20 duty.
Perhaps this is an fulfillment dream related to my having ripped out a trailerful of blackberry roots on the weekend.
Then I dreamt I was an extra on a film set (lots of my friends were "starring" in the movie). I was on a bus and had to hold a young crow (quietly) in my arms for quite some time. It was struggling and I must have hurt it, because it was bleeding from the beak. I was filled with sorrow and guilt.
This is an anxiety dream related to the fact that I'm back in rehearsals for a new show next week. That, and I watched Vikings last night.
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Post by htmb on Jul 14, 2014 10:31:05 GMT
Last night I dreamt about cadavers. I was walking somewhere and several times I would come upon what I thought was a dead human, often seen through a heavy, dark mist. Each time I got close enough to get a better view I would realize that what I was actually seeing was a stone statue.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2014 11:25:40 GMT
I was in some house, and I suddenly noticed a big hole in the baseboard, the kind that vermin might make. I got down on my hands and knees to see what was in the hole, and there were all sorts of fluorescent coloured reptiles and amphibians (obviously planted in my brain by my recent visit to the zoo) and the sight was absolutely stunning. "Gotta get my camera!" was my first thought, even though I was wondering if it might not be too dark to try to photograph them. Well, my camera got left by the wayside when I discovered instead that I could actually crawl into the hole (I think there may have been some sort of "Through the Looking Glass" effect.) which was actually some sort of alternate universe. Although the fluorescent creatures were still visible in a corner, I was actually in a big dark garden where it was always night (I don't know how I knew that, but I did), and there was a big crowd of people having some sort of dark barbecue party. They were very friendly and very pleased that I could attend. I was a tad wary of them because there was a distinct possibility that I was in the underworld and that they were some sort of demons, but at the same time I was happy to be there because it was a pleasant change from my usual boring life. I think I was waiting for somebody to bring me a cocktail when the dream faded away.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2014 15:05:28 GMT
Oh, htmb and Kerouac, I love those dreams. Both potentially creepy but they turn out OK. Don't you think they'd make fabulous scenes in some surrealist film? At least they do to me.
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Post by htmb on Jul 14, 2014 15:09:58 GMT
Yes, for sure, Lizzy! Kerouac's dream reminded me I need to check my terrace to see if the big hole in the wall where the bees had resided was repaired during my absence.
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Post by htmb on Jul 15, 2014 10:11:46 GMT
After going through my Paris photos I now know what sparked my "cadaver" dream. What I saw in my dream were the hauntingly magnificent memorials to the victims of Nazi death camps. The memorials are located in Pere Lachaise. I need to find some happier dreams.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2014 16:50:02 GMT
htmb, I wouldn't feel compelled to place a value judgement of sad/happy on your dream, it just was, and is. Perhaps because of the writing I do and the work I do, I find little use in dwelling on good/bad, evil/virtuous, ugly/beautiful paradigms. I'm sure that the people memorialised at Pere Lachaise (wherever they are now) would be touched that you actually remembered them in your dreams. That's what memorials are for, for the living to remember the dead. I would have been honoured (and yes, a little unsettled, for sure) to have that dream.
I found Pere Lachaise an incredibly beautiful and melancholic place to visit. I remember the Holocaust memorials and how evocative they were, but because I had visited death camps as a child in Germany, they were "familiar" to me and were associated with many old memories. The place that hit me with an emotional wallop was the wall of the Communards. I stumbled across it and, at the time (mid-80s), had scarcely an idea of what I was looking at, but it filled me with such dread and sadness that the feelings stayed with me the entire day.
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Post by htmb on Jul 15, 2014 16:58:50 GMT
Lizzy, I appreciate your input on this. You've certainly given me more to ponder.
I have never really wanted to visit Pere Lachaise before. I'm now glad I went. If I ever get back to Paris, I could see visiting the cemetery again.
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Post by htmb on Jul 17, 2014 12:03:42 GMT
I have a very close friend at work. He's actually the reason I'm in my job. We share a lot of work responsibilities, and we have also helped each other through many personal events over the past several years. To my wonderful surprise, he was on my delayed connecting flight on my trip back from Paris. Considering the circumstances, I was very happy to see him.
We each wrote letters of complaint to the airline and asked for compensation. His letter was sent first and he's received some compensation. I wrote and submitted my letter yesterday, which is probably why I had the craziest dream last night. I wish I could remember it all, but my friend and I went from bicycles, to cars, and elevators. We traveled up and down steep hills on the bikes, and the elevators sometimes went sideways when going to different floors. It was all in an effort to get home, I suppose.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2014 19:10:30 GMT
Traveling dreams are the most frequent ones I have. And isn't it interesting that you're having all these dreams since your trip?
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Post by mossie on Jul 17, 2014 20:10:00 GMT
I am aware that I have very detailed dreams, BUT I cannot remember anything about them on waking.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2014 20:21:29 GMT
Well, Mossie, now that this thread exists, you'll have to make an effort!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2014 20:37:31 GMT
Incredible numbers of dead people have been appearing in my dreams in recent days (my father, my best friend's mother...), and I myself was dead two days ago, but I came back to life. I'm not sure how I died, but I made a full recovery. Actually, I know the origin of the dream because the other day I watched part of the move "Les Revenants" which had inspired the French TV series of the same name ("The Returned") a couple of years ago. While in the TV series, the returned dead people were basically normal, in the movie this was not at all the case. They came back at about 70-80% of capacity and one of the major points of the movie was how the living tried to deal with this. The dead children went back to school and the dead adults went back to work, and the living tried to make allowances for their reduced capacity. It was not a success. However, in my dream, I was nearly fully recovered (yay!) so they wanted me to be some sort of expert consultant on what to do with the other revived dead people. Unfortunately, I did not have very many useful ideas, but I tried my best.
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Post by htmb on Jul 17, 2014 21:08:46 GMT
I chose not to watch that show just to avoid weird dreams. Hits too close to home.
I now recognize the path I was riding the bike on in my dream as one I walked near Les Halles, then it morphed into Hwy U.S. 19 traveling south from the turn to Cedar Key. I was headed for the bridge to Île de Ré, which I certainly did not travel by bike, but then the bridge morphed into a bridge/overpass on U. S. 19 which I pedaled across. Once I got to the top the dream stopped, so I have no idea where I was going.
No telling what kind of weird dreams I will have tonight since the sweet young woman helping me purchase my plain Jane makeup at Se&$@ra had black and purple hair, and was wearing thick/long false eyelashes, weird contact lenses, heavy duty, deep turquoise lipstick, and a lighter shade of turquoise on her eyebrows. I wanted to take a photo sooooooooo much!!!!!!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2014 21:12:20 GMT
Wonderful restraint on your part. Yes, I think the young ladies at Se&$@ra have their hourly wage based on how many products they can use each day.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2014 21:16:40 GMT
In France, they are totally normal. I guess it's sort of like the difference between French and American restaurant staff and French and American cosmetic staff.
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Post by htmb on Jul 17, 2014 21:18:28 GMT
This girl was not the norm for my north Florida town, that's for sure.
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Post by mossie on Jul 18, 2014 15:13:23 GMT
You should have asked, she may have been delighted. Be ready to duck of course, how do you think I have survived almost unscathed for so long.
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Post by htmb on Jul 18, 2014 15:38:05 GMT
I'm getting bolder. I actually broached the subject of her make-up twice, and she just brushed it off. She kept changing the subject. Like ignoring the elephant in the room.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2014 16:09:06 GMT
Do they all have panda eyes and black lips?
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Post by htmb on Jul 18, 2014 16:14:18 GMT
In the store? No. The other two women were middle aged and dressed/made up normally. This girl was about 20, but her lips were bright, bright turquoise.
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Post by htmb on Jul 18, 2014 16:15:38 GMT
Lips like this:http://www.google.com/imgres?imgrefurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.minipennyblog.com%2F2012%2F06%2Fkaoir-lipsticks-rude-girl-and-pool.html&tbnid=36ScDCPems_7uM:&docid=gL74VI5tGsjtTM&h=683&w=1024
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Post by htmb on Jul 18, 2014 16:19:53 GMT
Apparently the contact lenses are called "cat eye."
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