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Post by kerouac2 on Apr 17, 2018 20:05:35 GMT
I was stranded with friends (no idea who they were) in some cold and snowy island place and our only escape route was to ride a giant tortoise through the icy seas where a boat could pick us up. The tortoise was trained for this purpose. What amazed me was that the sea was not nearly as cold as I expected. If the water had been a realistic temperature, I imagine that I would have awakened from thermal shock immediately. Anyway, it was a pleasant ride through the ocean, but I noticed that even though the animal had a tortoise head, we were hanging onto its back like a giant marine snake because there was no shell. This didn't bother me because I had a good grip and was not drowning.
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Post by bixaorellana on Apr 17, 2018 23:22:14 GMT
That would be a nightmare for me!
I had a very simple dream the other night that for some reason has been bothering me ever since. In the dream I was preparing to go on a trip, with the usual amount of last-minute anxiety about getting things done. I went into the large dining room of the my house in the dream (one unknown to me in real life) and a very large group of people who were all my family were gathered there eating. As far as I can remember, the reason I went to the dining room was to remonstrate with my younger brother. That's because when I went into the living room(?), which was a huge empty room holding only a wall-to-wall kilim, there was a puppy there that my brother got for his grandson & the puppy had peed on the rug. No one could understand why I was all stressed out. The only other thing I can remember was that all of these rooms were on a second story.
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Post by kerouac2 on May 7, 2018 17:24:34 GMT
When I was little, I would sometimes dream of finding all sorts of coins lying on the ground -- nickels, dimes, quarters -- and of course I would greedily start collecting them. I bet I never picked up more than about $5 but I was always devastated the next morning when I would wake up and realise that it was not real.
I finally stopped dreaming about money, perhaps because I had reached the age where I understood that it is not really money that makes people happy (I will make an exception for people who are deeply in debt.).
So I found it very strange to dream last night that I found myself in possession of a scratch-off lottery ticket. I scratched it an discovered that I had won 10,000 euros! (I have to admit that in real life I won 100,000 francs on one of these tickets once -- that's about 15,000 euros, so the delight of ill-earned wealth is probably embedded in me now.)
Anyway, I was impelled to buy a couple of tickets today -- a 5 euro ticket and a 3 euro ticket -- because what if the dream was premonitory?
Well, I won 20 euros, so I guess that is better than nothing.
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Post by whatagain on May 7, 2018 22:34:25 GMT
I frequently dream that I miss my plane. I am usually on time at the airport then get lost in the airport. Sometimes my wife eats and will not move. Sometimes like this week it is more complicated with half of my family joining the group and we cannot stay together there is always someone missing and then the plane takes off and I am still on the ground. without my wallet. In real life I missed one or two planes at most and lost my wallet only once (and found it back at a booth ont Parisian metro still with my money). So why do I dream that I miss it ?
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Post by kerouac2 on May 10, 2018 6:05:36 GMT
After diluvial dreams of giant downpours, water rushing down the street and then rising several floors above ground level, I later found myself on a plane that I knew was going to crash. I'm not sure if it had been announced by the pilot, but it was common knowledge although everybody was completely calm. Possibly because the plane was flying over the ocean, I had not completely given up on the possibility of surviving. You would think that it might inspire me to look for the life vest under the seat, but instead I found myself looking into the seatback to see if there was anything useful in it. There was a very nice little miniature sewing kit. It did not even cross my mind that being interested in this item was completely ludicrous when I already knew that my chance of death was in excess of 99%. Anyway, while I was wondering when the plane would actually crash, something came loose (a wing?) and it went into a tailspin. I had no idea about the altitude of the plane since it was nighttime and anyway I was not sitting near a window, but believe me it got my adrenaline levels much higher. This made me realise that the probability of death had just gone up to 100% since a plane slamming headfirst into water is about the same as hitting concrete. I briefly wondered if death would be instantaneous or if I would hurt for a few seconds. This displeased me, so I took the normal emergency exit -- I woke up.
Now I wondering what a tailspin really feels like. Did my subconscious accurately "know" this all by itself, or did my mind just make something up vaguely based on the first big drop when riding a roller coaster?
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Post by kerouac2 on Jul 14, 2018 16:47:22 GMT
After dreaming quite a bit about moving but discovering on the final day that at least 80% of my things had to be left behind, my psyche decided to move on to a new dilemma. Now I am dreaming about being a refugee. Oddly enough, I am not completely stressed about this. I dream very calmly about being in some sort of refugee centre and the dreams are more about practical details, such as the refugee cafeteria and learning where to take the tray and dishes for washing. These dreams are relatively calm although I don't know where we are going. I just know that life where I have been living has ended and I have no choice but to move on.
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Post by Kimby on Jul 21, 2018 22:55:30 GMT
Are you planning to move, K2? Or do these dreams come out of nowhere?
I dreamt a few nights ago that I was at the family cabin and, unable to fall asleep, walked down to the boathouse, where to my surprise light was flooding out the open door and I could hear Dad’s table saw running inside. Since Dad is dead (5 years now), my reaction was “ghosts!”
To my relief, it was only Mr. Kimby, though why I didn’t miss him in the bedroom, I don’t know.
But later in the dream, my Dad DID appear, riding an ATV with a small boat trailer attached to it, backing the whole rig down the boat ramp and into the water where he disappeared...
This is only the 4th dream I remember that my Dad has appeared in. My niece says she dreams about her Grandpa all the time. (Maybe she’s replaced me in my Dad’s affections?)
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Post by rikita on Aug 18, 2018 7:14:40 GMT
a mixture of things that seemed really important at the time, but now i have forgotten them, except for a lingering feeling of urgency ...
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Post by mickthecactus on Aug 18, 2018 8:21:42 GMT
2 nights ago I dreamt I was carrying around an owl in a handkerchief but as the dream went on it changed into a little boy called Tim that I carried everywhere. A very pleasant dream.
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Post by bixaorellana on Aug 18, 2018 16:05:29 GMT
Oh, that is interesting and different! Any idea of what it might mean or where it came from?
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Post by mickthecactus on Aug 18, 2018 16:33:12 GMT
We did see an owl 🦉 exhibition at a garden centre last Sunday.
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Post by questa on Aug 19, 2018 10:03:57 GMT
For years I have had very vivid dreams that at times I have acted out, to the point that at one time I woke up bruised from "flying through the air" to rescue my grandson...etc.
I did a course about understanding dream messages...mainly based on the work of Carl Jung but with more modern teaching in it as well.
Dreams are basically our sub-conscious minds trying to get information through to our conscious minds. The means used are symbols, not literal. The symbols are unique to the dreamer, which rules out the glib "airplanes mean a trip" that women's magazines analysts entertain readers with.
Looking at the dreams on this page I could offer some ideas. The only way someone can help a dreamer is to ask "what does this symbolize to you, personally" then show how maybe the message has been repeated 2-3 times using different symbols in the same dream. The dreamer may listen to suggestions from the helper but knows when it is off beam. There is a point where the dreamer says "Aha! that's it".
The sub-conscious uses all sorts of expressions and humour and puns (often) to get the message through to us. The message is always something we should know, or know without being aware of it. If we learn to be aware of sub/c and how to take heed of its wisdom life gets interesting.
If anyone here would like me to be helper, I'd be happy to show you some ideas...probably better to do it in PM, then you can share if you feel like it.
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Post by questa on Aug 19, 2018 10:20:30 GMT
"2 nights ago I dreamt I was carrying around an owl in a handkerchief but as the dream went on it changed into a little boy called Tim that I carried everywhere. A very pleasant dream". Mickthecactus
"Oh, that is interesting and different! Any idea of what it might mean or where it came from?" Bixa
'Handkerchief is a very personal thing so 'owl' is close to you? maybe your caring nature? What does owl mean for you personally? What if 'Tim' is really "Time" Have a think about owl symbol, not owl literal.
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Post by kerouac2 on Aug 20, 2018 12:24:06 GMT
I killed a bear. I didn't want to but it was necessary.
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Post by questa on Aug 20, 2018 13:52:37 GMT
A group of Jungians would have a field day with that one!
*that reminds me...must try again to stop smoking*
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Post by Kimby on Aug 21, 2018 15:36:19 GMT
Last night I dreamt that a VERY LARGE ALLIGATOR, I mean REALLY LARGE was clawing its clumsy way up the side of our house toward an open second story window. With no screen on it (like that would stop a GIANT alligator!)
I had to race up the stairs to the window to close it before he could get his arms into the opening and pull his GIANT body inside.
I think he was after Pearl, and he was so focused on getting inside that he ignored my efforts like I was a fly buzzing around his head.
I was also trying to take photos to post on Facebook when I should have been fending off this HUGE reptile. He was SO BIG that he could stand on his tail and look into the 2nd story windows.
Though there IS a small creek in our Montana back yard, I’m pretty sure it’s never seen an alligator ;-) so this dream had to be inspired by yesterday’s news of a South Carolina woman being dragged to her death by a gator in her own subdivision. She was trying to save her dog that she brazenly walked along the lagoon’s edge.
We do see gators from our house on Sanibel Island, and some are pretty darn big, but I’ve never had a gator nightmare in Florida. Or set in Florida.
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Post by kerouac2 on Aug 23, 2018 12:42:09 GMT
Last night I had to bury a dead body. I don't think I had anything to do with making the body dead, but I'm not sure. There were some other people around, but for some reason I was the only one who had to deal with the situation. Complicating matters was the fact that I had to stuff the body into a cheap rough wooden coffin that was only about half the normal length. So I had to bend the corpse in half to get it into the coffin. Thank god that dreams are rarely realistic, because this was actually done quite easily, contrary to the dilemma that one would have in real life. Once that was finished, I met the others to take a train somewhere. After doing my chore, I needed a holiday!
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Post by bixaorellana on Aug 23, 2018 17:59:39 GMT
*holds two fingers to each temple*
My vast psychological training tells me you are watching too many trashy movies.
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Post by lagatta on Aug 23, 2018 18:06:29 GMT
I dreamt of Livia bringing me a kitten (not her own, a stray one). It was a very pleasant dream, though I really don't want another cat right now.
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Post by questa on Aug 24, 2018 0:14:05 GMT
K2...same dream as killing the bear, just a change of cast and location. Your inner wisdom is telling you to get rid of something / some situation but you are resisting and trying to evade the issue. Once you identify it you can let it go and have your 'holiday'.
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Post by bixaorellana on Aug 24, 2018 1:00:33 GMT
I dreamt of Livia bringing me a kitten Sweet Livia is giving you the gift of herself. ❤️
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Post by questa on Aug 24, 2018 3:57:33 GMT
How beautiful!
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Post by rikita on Aug 24, 2018 9:01:44 GMT
i was supposed to take care of this small and somewhat difficult child, went into my mom's shed to get his clothes, while he went to the front gate. first i thought that's okay, the gate is always closed, but then i decided to look and saw it is open and saw him giving me a cheeky grin and then running outside. felt a mixture of not wanting to run after a kid that isn't even mine and guilt because i didn't check before and worry that he might not stay on the side walk, as i slowly started running. alarm rang just then.
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Post by bixaorellana on Aug 24, 2018 15:18:26 GMT
That is interesting, Rikita! My guess is that the little boy is some aspect of you, maybe of one of your talents that you feel is getting away from you.
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Post by kerouac2 on Oct 4, 2018 20:30:10 GMT
I seemed to be in some sort of schoolroom last night although I am not aware that anything was actually being taught. But everybody was sitting at desks like in a schoolroom. I was agitated because I knew that I had no business being there, so the "teacher" (a woman and some sort of assistant) came and tied me up to keep me from squirming. This was not sufficient, though, because a few minutes later they came and put a pillowcase over my head.
Oddly enough, it was not too difficult to divest myself of these constraints, so I got out of there. I was then in some sort of office, high up in a skyscraper. There were other people with me. I'm not sure what we were doing, but it was some sort of crisis situation. Then some sort of rocket hit the building, or some place nearby, and I knew it was time to get the hell out of there.
As usual, the easiest escape was just to wake up.
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Post by questa on Oct 4, 2018 23:54:22 GMT
Your dreams are always so threatening, K2. You manage to escape each time but the message just gets served up in another dream. What IRL do you find threatening?
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Post by kerouac2 on Oct 5, 2018 13:58:39 GMT
No threats in my life.
Here's an Oedipal one for a change.
Last night, my mother told me that she needed to get divorced. This was my mother as she was maybe 20 or 30 years ago. I think this was so she could marry my stepfather (whom she actually married 50 years ago). But there was some sort of technical difficulty -- she wasn't properly married to my biological father, so she had to (re)marry him, and then she could get divorced immediately afterwards. But she actually had a wedding bouquet, and then she brought out a cake. But it wasn't a wedding cake -- it looked more like a homemade birthday cake with chocolate frosting. I plunged my hand into the cake to eat a piece. This is something that I have never actually done in real life and have only seen in movies or TV shows, where I am aghast that anybody would ever do that. The dream ended before I even got to taste the cake.
The strangest thing about the dream to me had nothing to do with the events taking place because weird things are always happening in my dreams. What was strange about this one is that my mother and I were the only two people in the dream, whereas I usually have a cast of dozens or even hundreds, often changing identities regularly until I am totally confused. This just took place in a room, with another room behind a closed door. I never went anywhere, but my mother went into the other room a couple of times -- to get the bouquet and to get the cake (and maybe to get married and divorced although it only happened over a period of maybe 15 minutes).
I don't like depopulated dreams.
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Post by questa on Oct 6, 2018 0:34:30 GMT
But...but As we age our own 'world' of people depopulates. My friends are falling off their perches lately, some appear in the cast of my dreams but only in minor roles, then disappear in mid dream. I am also having dreams about tying up loose ends, getting rid of clutter and getting on with my life instead of postponing stuff.
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Post by kerouac2 on Oct 6, 2018 3:38:37 GMT
I am back to catastrophic events. Last night we had been rounded up by the aliens. One of them was walking up the line of people shooting them in the head with his laser gun. Every now and then he would inexplicably spare one. I was spared. I saw that Robert Pattinson was in the line across from me. The alien put his gun to his head but did not pull the trigger, then he ignored the girl who was next in line. I was exchanging looks with them. They couldn't help smiling with relief, so the alien came back and killed them. Then he came over to take care of me, but instead of killing me, he clamped me in place and used some sort of device on my throat to operate on me. "You won't be communicating with anybody ever again." There was absolutely no pain as he punctured my throat, but I felt him crushing things with his tool, probably my vocal chords. There was absolutely nothing I wanted to say at the moment, but I was wondering what would happen the next time I tried to speak. As the alien finished, I was amazed at how conscientious he was because I could feel him swabbing my throat with antiseptic.
I felt no panic at all during the dream, probably because I knew it was a dream. I am almost never scared in dreams -- it is like watching a movie.
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Post by questa on Oct 6, 2018 4:20:16 GMT
Kerouac, your dreams should be given PG to R or X ratings and carry a warning to parents. You say that even while asleep you are still aware you are dreaming. Have you ever used your semiconscious state to influence the action in the dream?
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