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Post by rikita on Oct 23, 2018 9:35:23 GMT
a few nights ago agnes and i were cycling, there was this huge downhill road, quite wide but full of people, and i kept telling her to break regularly so she won't get too fast, but she went a lot faster than me, i kept calling after her to break. finally she turned to the side and let her bike roll onto the meadow beside the road, which was more even and thus she could break easily there. i followed her and told her that was a smart idea - i then also saw the reason she did so was that there was a sudden deep step in the road. i pushed her bike past the step for her, back onto the road, but for some reason i couldn't push my bike onto the road there, and had to enter that strange construction with nets and all, where it was difficult to transport my bike, and i couldn't find a way back onto the road. i got a bit panicky, as i wasn't sure she'd wait for me or cycle on, and what she'd do when she starts noticing i am not following her, and kept saying i can't leave my kid alone for too long.
(this last part is based in reality, i suppose, as i sometimes on purpose let her go alone somewhere, for example she can already go to the playground while i still get something and i follow her three minutes later - i think it is important that both she and i get used to it bit by bit, so she knows how to do things by herself in a few years. but then, when i get to the playground and can't find her immediately, i always feel a bit panicky - though i know she is reliable in these things and goes where we agreed ... but well, i suppose it is never easy to find the right balance between being responsible and teaching independence ...
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Post by kerouac2 on Oct 23, 2018 17:16:05 GMT
I guess that Brexit has penetrated my brain because the other night I guided someone on foot through the Channel tunnel, but it was no longer a rail tunnel. It was just an endless sleazy shopping gallery with nothing of interest to buy. It kind of looked like shopping areas from the 1960's, maybe a bit like Camden Market. Of course in the dream it wasn't nearly as long as in reality -- I think it didn't take more than 10 minutes to walk from one end to the other.
I dropped the person off and walked back to France quickly.
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Post by kerouac2 on Nov 6, 2018 5:16:49 GMT
I was buying a bus ticket to Nicaragua. From where? I have no idea, but I was in a Spanish speaking country, which is logical. The man at the ticket desk made fun of me just a little because I was having trouble understanding him, and I didn't know the name of the bus company, just that I was planning on taking the bus at 15:30. He was also hoping that I had small bills because he didn't have much change. I knew that my wallet was stuffed with notes of 10 (10 what?) so he should be happy with that once he finally told me the fare. I never found out, though, because it was time to wake up.
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Post by lugg on Nov 6, 2018 19:40:20 GMT
Last night I had a rare ( for me) waking dream - I think I'm slightly odd as I really enjoy them even if freaked out at the time .
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Post by mossie on Nov 21, 2018 20:38:14 GMT
A very rare dream last night which I can still remember now.
I was with several people in my parents house, I especially remembered a young fellow from the last firm I worked for who was most interested in the construction as it was built about 400 years ago. While we were looking at various features my father walked in, dressed in a suit and overcoat. my father has been gone over 30 years now and I don't ever remember dreaming about him before. He had been ringing the church bells, he had a lifelong hobby doing that. All very odd.
But what may have brought it on was that my sons mother in law died yesterday and so a funeral, church bells etc., is on the cards. When I got dressed this morning I got my suit out to try on, fully convinced that I had grown out of it. But saved myself the cost of a new one, the old one still fits well, thank goodness.
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Post by whatagain on Nov 21, 2018 20:45:49 GMT
I had a similar dream. About my son. He was there, talking easily and had a beard. A small trimmed beard, quite fitting and he looked good with it. However his beard was black whilst my son is blond. We had been discussing death recently too... I think funerals let loose a lot of emotions.
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Post by kerouac2 on Nov 21, 2018 22:06:32 GMT
I was back to the end of the world the other night. I was one of the only people who had heard what was going to happen, and I didn't inform the other people in my office (I was back at work -- I hate dreaming about work since I stopped working.) so I felt a bit strange saying goodbye to them at the end of the day since I knew that I would never see them again and they didn't.
It seems totally appropriate to keep the end of the world a secret. Why upset people unnecessarily?
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Post by kerouac2 on Nov 28, 2018 16:12:18 GMT
The end of the world threatened to happen again! I didn't mention it to anybody even though it had been on the news because I was not convinced that it was really going to occur. I forgot most of the dream, but I remember keeping in mind that there might be a chance of survival if one managed to get to a well protected area (like the middle of a long tunnel). Possible nuclear explosions may have been involved.
But I also dreamed about sleeping on the best mattress ever, brand new and magnificent.
And once again I was in university, no clue as to what I was studying but at least knowing as usual that whether or not I failed the exam, it didn't really make any difference. ("I'm sure that I got my degree at least 3 years ago, so I don't know what I'm doing here in the first place!")
OMG, of only the "3 years ago" were true....
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Post by mossie on Nov 29, 2018 8:14:56 GMT
Just remember the maxim which has saved me many times over. “It willnever happen to me “
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Post by casimira on Dec 10, 2018 18:32:51 GMT
In a string of "odd" dreams that I had last night, early this a.m. I dreamt about Anyport and there was incorporated into it a dream about Lola, one of my favorite former posters on here who along with a string of others suddenly and mysteriously "disappeared". I can't recall the nature of the post but I sure do miss her still.
(I think it was prompted by reading through the thread on Parisian fleamarkets and seeing a couple of her posts in there).
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Post by kerouac2 on Dec 11, 2018 15:49:59 GMT
I suppose it goes with the job, but upon occasion I have also dreamed about Anyport members whom I have never met. Strangely enough, I can't recall any dreams concerning the members that I have actually met.
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Post by whatagain on Dec 13, 2018 9:15:01 GMT
I dreamt that I got into a verbal fight with a colleague. Strange. I hardly ever dream of colleagues and I never lost my temper with one.
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Post by kerouac2 on Dec 14, 2018 7:23:30 GMT
I went back to scholastic dreams. I had a textbook with at least 700 pages that I had not read before the exam the next morning. I wasn't too worried, though -- once again the little thing in the back of my mind telling me "this situation is bullshit -- you don't go to school anymore!"
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Post by kerouac2 on Dec 19, 2018 5:38:32 GMT
My brain appears to have delivered a new set of material for my dreams. The other night I was living in a big house with large windows on both sides. I opened one of the windows just as a big storm was coming through and the house was filled with fallen leaves. I spent the rest of the dream sweeping the floor and then I went out the other side of the house and raked leaves before going to clear out an old warehouse with other people full of rain-soaked old papers. Some of them were payslips from the company where I used to work, but I did not recognise the name on the payslips. Fed up with cleaning, I ended the dream.
Last night I was supposed to take a bus trip with a group, but I had also volunteered to take an old man from a nursing home along. I went to the nursing home and realised that I didn't know his name. I looked into a bunch of rooms but did not see him, so I asked an employee. "Do you know the man who's supposed to take a trip to (*forgot where*) this morning?" "Oh yes, that's Mr. (*something-or-other*). Watch out with him. He can cause trouble." I took the man to the waiting area where there were cots for people to wait. The other passengers and I were lounging on the cots, but the old man had transformed into a baby who started to cry. I picked him up and he peed all over me. Just as I was wiping him dry, he shit all over me, much more shit than any baby should have inside, probably half of his body weight. I didn't like that at all.
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Post by kerouac2 on Jan 16, 2019 5:08:48 GMT
For some reason I was in Tehran on business, but I had the first day free, so I was just walking around the city with my camera. For the puposes of the dream, Iran had apparently once been a French colony, so all of the major monuments were practically carbon copies of the ones in Paris -- the opera, various theatres and churches/mosques, etc. I was fascinated and took a lot of pictures. It's a shame that we can't bring photos from dreams back with us.
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Post by kerouac2 on Feb 6, 2019 19:53:26 GMT
My dreams in recent weeks have become much more peaceful but no less weird. I always tell myself that I should have written down a few notes, because almost everything is gone within about 30 minutes of waking up. However, I have continued to travel in my dreams and have stayed in some very odd hotels and motels. Often the room configurations give access (generally unwanted) to totally different rooms where other people are staying, even though nobody ever actually comes to bother me. Last night, I was actually running some sort of Airbnb, but the bed for the other people was in the same room where I was living, and on top of that I was sharing my own bed with somebody (no idea who). This did not disturb me at all, oddly enough.
I also visited my old office, which had burned. (Did not look at all like my real life office, but there was nothing upsetting about it since I didn't work there anymore.) None of my (former) colleagues were really upset. It was just a new day of events.
Dreams are fascinating things.
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Post by Kimby on Feb 17, 2019 0:58:02 GMT
I had a great dream last night in which a classic old car pulled up beside us, and there sat Mom and Dad smiling and looking very much like their 25th anniversary Hawaiian photo. I couldn’t believe my eyes and turned to Mr. Kimby and said “Do you see them?” and he did.
I wish the dream had lasted longer...I dream of them so seldom and love seeing them when I do. This dream lets me think they’re out there somewhere enjoying themselves, though my rational mind nixes such wishful thinking.
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Post by kerouac2 on Mar 3, 2019 22:19:25 GMT
Last night was strange because I had a multitude of non stop alternating dreams, but there were two principal ones.
The first one concerned moving -- not from Paris but some weird unidentified place -- and had me preparing all sorts of boxes. Unlike most of my recent "moving" dreams, I was not at all stressed by moving and wasn't at all worried by having to leave things behind. In fact, this time I found countless items to toss. But the dream was relatively peaceful, which is unusual for me.
The other intertwined dream was about taking a plane somewhere, a desirable place to which I was looking forward. But packing was a bit complicated, because I wanted to take too many things. I had one big bag to check in but 3 other smaller ones, which I was pretty sure would pose problems. When I picked all four of them up, they actually were not as heavy as I feared, so that was good. Unfortunately I was quite far from the airport and had determined that the best way to get there was to take a primitive dugout (pirogue). There was no service to do this, so I would have to take a pirogue that I had happened to find while walking around and sort of hidden. Unfortunately, the dream ended before I managed to lug my baggage to the boat, so we will never know how it turned out.
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Post by kerouac2 on Apr 1, 2019 4:18:00 GMT
I was a bit perturbed last night when I was condemned to death. I think I had done something wrong but the sentence seemed rather harsh to me. I was not at all incarcerated but had an appointment at the end of the day to go somewhere for them to do it. It seemed to me that it was all wrong since the death penalty was abolished long ago, but what do I know? They asked me if I wanted some religious person present, but I declined. Anyway, I had a few hours before the event, so I took the metro somewhere. Then the dream split into several alternatives. In one of them, I decided not to go to the appointment. In another one, I got lost and on top of that some of the metro stations were closed. I was out on the street part of the time, and even though the metro stations had Parisian names, the streets looked British. In the third version, I went to the coffee shop (also looked British) for my execution appointment. I had two people close to me to wait with me. Sometimes they were my parents (back from the dead), sometimes they were close friends (but not from my real life). Conversation was a bit awkward. Right across from us there was the clergyman whom I had declined, clutching a bible, and also a pleasant tall young man who was not the executioner but whom I think was there to make sure that the programme was carried out according to schedule. And then I thought WTF? and woke up.
I was mystified by the reason for this dream at first, but then I remembered that I was watching episodes of Skins last night in which one of the main characters died unexpectedly, there was an annoying clergyman, and the streets were British of course. So at least I'm not going completely crazy, maybe.
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Post by rikita on Apr 5, 2019 8:05:01 GMT
i dreamt that i was pretending to be dead. i was lying in a bed, and i thought for sure people (especially mr. r., who looked very different from real life though) would notice that i am lying in varying positions (i think the fact that i was on my tummy rather than my back at some point did cause some confusion) and am breathing. agnes asked him a few times to please call mom, she won't come when she is calling, and mr. r. matter-of-factly reminded her that i was dead, which did not seem to trouble her too much, either. the longer i pretended to be dead, the harder it became to find a time to show i am still alive, after all; i was kind of embarrassed and also kind of worried, as i already had a death certificate and everything. in the end, i just suddenly sat up and said something, causing a mixture of relief and anger, but again all kind of matter of factly. mr. r. admitted later on, that while he was stressed by my supposed death, he hadn't really been all that sad ...
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Post by kerouac2 on Jun 1, 2019 3:59:10 GMT
I swamped two different cars on flooded roads, broke a computer, was fascinated that my brother could control huge swarms of insects by moving his arms, packed boxes for moving (with the usual theme of having to leave behind 80% of the stuff), went to a big store that didn't seem to be selling anything... Exhausting night. I had to wake up to get some rest.
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Post by bixaorellana on Jun 1, 2019 21:17:00 GMT
I was a bit perturbed last night when I was condemned to death. I once dreamed that I was condemned to death and would have to go stand in a corner of a room & wait for them to turn on the deadly gas. I was trying to be all philosophic and stoic about it, but realized that I really, really, really did not want to die. I told this dream to a German friend and he snorted and said, "That's a very American dream!" Rikita, your dream is rather disturbing. Are you feeling overwhelmed and under-appreciated? I hate having those kinds of running disjointed dreams such as you describe, Kerouac, especially as they always seem so logical and tiresome when they're happening.
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Post by rikita on Jun 13, 2019 22:13:09 GMT
it's a while ago now, so don't know how i felt back then ... but i guess the last few months were in general not the easiest ...
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Post by kerouac2 on Jun 17, 2019 3:49:31 GMT
New variation of the "getting to the airport" dream. For once there was no stress about baggage or passport, but I seemed to be in London and was taking the underground to the airport. But none of the lines made any sense. First I was with a friend and became impatient with him when I realised that we had been going in the opposite direction, but the more I tried to find the correct way, the more lost I became. Oddly enough, there was no panic about missing the flight (to New York) because after travelling for at least an hour, it was still only 11am, and I knew that the flight was at 6pm. But I was annoyed. Later I got to the airport (by car) and was told I had to pay 45 extra for the live bear. This did not shock me too much because I was expecting to pay extra for the bear, and the surcharge was not excessive (even though my own ticket only cost 100). I never actually saw the bear -- I must have had it delivered to the airport separately.
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Post by bixaorellana on Jun 17, 2019 18:15:46 GMT
Rikita, I hope things have eased up for you. Kerouac ~
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Post by rikita on Jun 17, 2019 21:21:51 GMT
well yeah yes and no. things are clearer now after h. moved out, i can rearrange life the way i like it, but of course it is still an adjustment period ...
else - a couple of nights ago there was something with a drowning white horse. it looked really weird and ghostly and kind of dead, though it was still alive, and someone kept trying to pull its head back up and hold it above water, until someone would come up with an idea how to pull it out of the water. i kind of hoped they'd manage, but also kind of thought the horse stood no chance ...
also, in one dream my balcony was gone, which i realized the last moment when wanting to step outside. the balconies underneath where gone, too, but the people there now had balconies built into the wall instead of protruding from it, and the person sitting on their balcony in the floor underneath told me that i should check the backyard though, there'd be a surprise there, and i supposed it had something to do with the reconstructions our landlord is planning, though really, i wanted my balcony back.
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Post by bixaorellana on Jun 19, 2019 3:50:27 GMT
I'm sorry to hear that things have been rough for you, Rikita, and hope that life is getting more on an even keel now. Hope Agnes is doing well.
You do have the most detailed and symbolic dreams!
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Post by kerouac2 on Jun 19, 2019 3:56:55 GMT
I was in a sort of post-apocalyptic world again, very depopulated but not yet falling into ruin. There were some people trying to order others around, but my goal was to get away from them, even though I had no real destination. I was following train tracks in some sort of industrial zone, but there were all sorts of obstacles -- abandoned and derailed freight cars, etc. I was quite enjoying myself, actually.
Upon awaking, I wondered if such images come to mind easily because of having seen so many movies about the subject or if anybody's mind can create such scenes spontaneously.
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Post by bixaorellana on Jun 19, 2019 4:38:23 GMT
I have often wondered that, since we were all born after the age of movies. In dreams, I have been in combat, have floated in waters full of chunks of ice, been a frontier woman, etc. etc.
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Post by kerouac2 on Jun 19, 2019 4:54:06 GMT
And I'm pretty sure that isolated tribal people of the Amazon or Papua-New Guinea never dream about New York City.
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