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Post by kerouac2 on Aug 12, 2019 6:00:59 GMT
I suffered some sort of small injury and was told that my arm had to be amputated, which was annoying. But who am I to argue with medical authorities, and in no time I had no arm -- a clean cut right at the shoulder. The dream skipped all elements of pain or healing or whatever, because I was back to normal the next day, just missing an arm. Oddly enough, it wasn't too much of a problem for daily life, but I suspect that the missing arm changed sides from time to time, because I remember shaking hands with somebody totally normally, but I am left-handed and at other moments I was doing ordinary things with my left hand. All of this took place in some unidentified foreign country, because the main part of the dream concerned queuing up with other people to get through a checkpoint to the other side. Was I a refugee? Anyway, the missing arm was just a minor detail.
(However, I know where the imagery comes from, because there is a micro comedy series (3 minutes) on French television every night after the news. It is about disabled people at a swimming club, to show the rest of us that they are totally ordinary everyday people even when they have missing or withered limbs or live in a wheelchair -- and since it is a swimming club, everything is on display at all times, the details that you never dare to stare it when you encounter such a person in real life. The person in charge of the series is an actor with a withered arm.)
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Post by rikita on Aug 13, 2019 10:08:22 GMT
someone was in my house and i was scared, but then it turned out it was a friend, who wanted to crash at my place after a party. i told her she could always do that if she just asked me first instead of sneaking in - but she claimed she had asked and i said no, so that's why she was coming in secretely.
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Post by rikita on Aug 28, 2019 19:52:29 GMT
i put agnes on a train to see her dad, in the dream it seemed normal she took the train on her own. but when i was at home again, quite a while later, i realized that i hadn't told him what train she was on - he knew she was going to visit him today, but not at what time. i tried to calculate what time she would arrive, i worried he might be mad at me, while trying to call him - and i realized that if she arrived without him there to pick her up, she'd be all alone at a big train station (much bigger in my dream than in reality) without knowing where to go. somehow, i couldn't hear him when he answered his phone, or he didn't answer it, but i heard some background noise and in it, her voice, so i was relieved that she was there, thought he had guessed the right train. but tried to call him again, and this time, in the background noise there was my voice instead, and i realized this is just the sound of old phone conversations, and doesn't mean she is there. so, then i started panicking, as i had no idea where she was, couldn't reach him to tell him to hurry to the station, and it was getting later and was dark outside already ... i tried to call her phone instead (she has an old phone that is used for her audio books, but it is possible to call that phone, too) while starting to make scared noises and feeling panicked ... then i woke up ...
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Post by kerouac2 on Aug 28, 2019 20:03:21 GMT
I had a transport problem, too. I was taking the metro, and before I could get in, the door closed on my leg. I tried to pull the doors apart, but I couldn't get in and I couldn't get out. The metro decided to leave anyway with me hanging on the outside. I was not pleased.
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Post by kerouac2 on Sept 24, 2019 6:36:25 GMT
The world was ending again. Volcanoes were erupting everywhere and the entire planet was going to be covered with lava. (Why does all logic go out the window in dreams?) I was in some unidentified city in an unidentified country and was staying (living?) in a flat on about the sixth floor of a rather old building. I could see volcanoes on the far side of the city and knew I had to leave and find a refuge somewhere. The was another person in the flat (perhaps my brother?) who didn't seem worried at all about the situation or at least felt that there was no rush to leave. I could see the lava invading the city -- not red lava but the kind with a black crust over it. It looked more like mud. I was getting upset, wondering what I should pack in a bag, and I woke up. I got up to pee just so that it would clear the dream out of my head, and went back to sleep. The crisis continued and I could see the black lava starting to arrive at the end of the street. I definitely had to get out of there! As is often the case in my dreams, there were no other people other than the strict minimum. No panicked crowds, no authorities... I took a lift down to get a better look and did not like what I saw so I went back upstairs. One strange thing about the lava was that it was not hot -- nothing was catching on fire, and I never felt any heat. But it looked totally deadly anyway. Back upstairs, I could see it oozing into the building across the street. Shit! I woke up again. I turned on the radio to clear the dream out of my head and immediately went back to sleep. There was a surprising interlude of the same dream. I was far out in the country, far from any volcanoes (which could still be seen on the horizon), and knew that this was my refuge, and it seemed quite safe. But I decided that I had to get back in the car (where did the car come from?) and get my stuff. The roads were empty; nobody else could be seen anywhere. It was a long way to the city. I woke up again. Radio back on (it had run through its sleep minutes), but of course it put me right back to sleep. I was back in the flat as though I had never left it. I think I may have had the dream out of order. The lava had filled the street, but had not quite touched my building (very convenient!). It covered cars and vans while I still dithered over collecting some possessions. Dumbo other person wasn't really interested. I looked out of the window again, and the lava was up to the third floor but was still avoiding touching my building (maybe unworried Dumbo knew something I didn't). I got back down to the street with my bag. Still no heat coming from the lava or I would have been dead. I had no idea where the car was or if any street could still be used. Enough was enough -- I woke up and got up, pumped with adrenalin. Oddly enough, this dream harked back to a recurring one that I had when I was a little boy. The house was on fire, but nobody really cared. It was a strange fire, kind of like in cheap movies where they just put a few flaming gas pipes here and there to make it look like an inferno. I could never get anybody to leave the house, and as long as they were still there, I couldn't leave either.
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Post by bixaorellana on Sept 24, 2019 16:32:27 GMT
Extremely interesting dream, especially since it wouldn't leave you alone.
It invites glib pop-psych, so I will jump in with a suggestion that certainly couldn't hurt, even if it's far off the mark: You need to take a trip to somewhere you've never been and that is different enough from other trips that you'd be taken completely out of yourself, as the saying goes.
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Post by mickthecactus on Sept 29, 2019 20:21:02 GMT
Since I retired 18 months ago I still dream of work most nights.
Last night I was in Cambridge where I used to work although it looked nothing like Cambridge. More like New York from another recurring dream which looks nothing like NY at all.
I was wearing a suit and flip flops and pushing my briefcase in an old wheelbarrow. Somehow I lost the wheelbarrow and when I found it again the case was gone and it was full of rubbish.
I then got lost as usual and could not find my way back.
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Post by kerouac2 on Sept 30, 2019 3:44:56 GMT
I was on some sort of road trip with my mother (a younger fitter version). She was driving the rental car, and we had three small accidents -- one in a car park and two which involved missing a curve and hitting woooden posts along the road. We were travelling with a big black dog which belonged to my mother. The dream ended after the third accident. We had completely run off the road into a big meadow, and I got out to inspect the damage. It was not a pretty sight, but not really major. I considered suggesting that I drive instead, but there was no longer any point, so I remained silent.
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Post by rikita on Oct 5, 2019 12:53:14 GMT
only remember the part where i made myself some kind of müsli or porridge or similar type food, and wanted to pour some milk or cream into it - but got the oil bottle by mistake and thus poured a huge amount of oil into it ...
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Post by kerouac2 on Oct 9, 2019 5:38:39 GMT
I tried to secure a few items in the garden before the huge tornado just a few hundred metres away was going to hit, but my main preoccupation was having been asked to act as interpreter for a zookeeper who was going to be working with a foreign trainee in the elephant maternity department. I was enthusiastic about the mission but was a bit worried about the fact that I had no idea which languages were involved. Also the person who was supposed to give me a ride did not seem happy about it.
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Post by bixaorellana on Oct 9, 2019 17:19:11 GMT
Don't worry about that dream, Kerouac. I'm sure it's extremely common for people to dream of elephant obstetrics.
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Post by Kimby on Oct 10, 2019 1:19:27 GMT
I dreamt that I was hiking in a rugged landscape at dusk and there were these amazing glowing circles on the ground. There were colored points of lights in clusters around holes in the ground, each cluster a different color. Very pretty in a magical sort of way.
The woman I was hiking with was, it seems, also the owner of the land, and she explained that the holes were fumaroles, and that the points of light were bioluminescent algae that had adapted to live in the hot environment of the fumaroles. She also spoke of her plans to harvest the heat from the fumaroles to heat a building she planned to build on the land. (I hope the glow-y algae won’t be harmed.)
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Post by mickthecactus on Oct 12, 2019 12:48:15 GMT
Nobody has posted for 13 hours. Unusual.
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Post by kerouac2 on Oct 14, 2019 18:59:49 GMT
I had a different profession for once. I was in charge of repairing a large earth dam in danger of collapsing. On one hand, I had not the slightest idea of what to do, but on the other hand it seemed extremely solid to me with no danger. Problem solved!
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Post by mossie on Oct 15, 2019 14:37:04 GMT
Don't kid yourself, that is what your dream is telling you.
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Post by kerouac2 on Oct 22, 2019 20:33:26 GMT
Last night, I had to go through a creepy network of underground tunnels to get to where my grandmother was. I have been in tunnels like that before in my dreams but I noticed this time they were much narrower and more difficult for me to squeeze through than in the past, which naturally added to my nocturnal stress. Never got all the way to my grandmother in any case.
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Post by rikita on Oct 27, 2019 12:00:13 GMT
again only remember one small part - where i had nothing to do and was bored, waiting for the day to be over. and then i realized there is much too little time and it is much too precious to be bored, and decided to instead lay down in the sun and enjoy having nothing to do. so i guess that part of the dream was nice, and as i said, i forgot the rest of what i dreamt.
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Post by Kimby on Oct 27, 2019 13:36:27 GMT
The Italians call it “il dolce far niente” the sweetness of doing nothing. In today’s world we all could use more of this.
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Post by mickthecactus on Oct 30, 2019 12:20:43 GMT
That I went back to my old house to collect some bits from the garden. I met the new owner who told me his name was Dracula Waterboard.
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Post by kerouac2 on Oct 30, 2019 22:06:36 GMT
I'm a Facebook friend of his.
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Post by rikita on Nov 8, 2019 19:51:32 GMT
woke up from dreaming that i heard this loud thumping sound and saw that my brother had fallen down from somewhere and wasn't moving. woke up very worried.
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Post by kerouac2 on Nov 8, 2019 20:56:29 GMT
I was walking along a flooding river with a bunch of other people trying to "get away." And then there was a tsunami (a river tsunami!) that almost washed us all away, but we survived.
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Post by kerouac2 on Nov 18, 2019 15:55:52 GMT
I went through a series of dreams last week which always had three major characters -- me, a friend or family member, and a third person who was always an appropriate member of our group but never a person from real life. I remain quite perplexed by the reason that the third person was there.
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Post by rikita on Nov 24, 2019 13:29:42 GMT
maybe the person you think you are, the person you represent to the world, and the person you would like to be? or your present, your past and your future? or ... well, i suppose there are more groups of three things that are possible? or maybe, your dreams just wanted to confuse you ... i had interesting dreams lately, but i seem to have forgotten them all by now.
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Post by kerouac2 on Dec 2, 2019 20:13:53 GMT
I have been going to non stop training courses in my dreams lately. Nothing particularly stressful about them since I feel as though it is normal to be there, unlike all of the dreams that I had about returning to work (or to school) when I knew I had no reason to be there. So now I am back in training, generally in a foreign country, and the other people are at least mildly friendly. But I still have no idea what I am actually doing there.
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Post by kerouac2 on Jan 2, 2020 4:49:10 GMT
There was one of those annoying zombie epidemics in my dreams last night. It followed all of the standard rules that we have learned from television and movies -- if you have any sort or wound or scrape, you will be a goner within hours. I'm not sure where I was. I seem to be some sort of international drifter in many of my dreams, and the languages and architecture all get mixed together. Anyway, there was no panic (yet) and most people were just going about their business although the town that I was in seemed generally deserted albeit not evacuated or anything. I went to see some sort of vague friend and noticed a red scrape on his forearm, so I decided to leave very quickly. Some young woman friend of his dropped by at the same time, so I asked her if I could talk to her outside. The other guy knew exactly what I was going to tell her but did not seem annoyed or hostile at the situation. So we went outside, and her car was parked out front. "Can we go for a ride?" I asked. She said okay but seemed slightly puzzled. I was going to get in the passenger seat, but she did instead, so I had to drive.
I took a small country road (looked mostly like France now). I don't know if our conversation was edited out of the dream or if we had just come to a silent understanding. But very shortly, at a place where the road had gone into a sort of trench between hills, there was a roadblack. It wasn't at all improvised, because it was built out of huge concrete cubes that towered over us and seemed destined to stay there. (I know how this element slipped into my dream.*) The roadblock was manned by these scruffy guys who didn't at all look official but who were definitely in charge. Everybody waited calmly but also very nervously in two queues for their personal inspection. The reason for the nervousness was immediately obvious. If the inspector found something wrong, he pulled out a big machete and lopped off the person's head. Other people dragged the headless bodies behind a wall, and the heads were dumped into a big barrel. There were no gasps of horror or anything -- we just waited for our turn.
When it was my turn, I stepped up, just like at an airport security check. The guy poked at me and then he pinched a small pimple on my cheek, inspecting his fingers afterwards. OMG, I thought. If I had produced a drop of blood, would my head be cut off? This was the last straw in dreamland, so I woke up.
* I have been rewatching The Lord of the Rings trilogy this week, and the checkpoint immediately made me think of getting through the gates of Mordor. And since each DVD has about 5 hours of supplements, including the fabrication of heads for the orcs and such, I had all the dream material that I needed.
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Post by kerouac2 on Jan 3, 2020 15:54:30 GMT
I don't have monsters every night.
Last night I was at some sort of outdoor seminar, not sure what it was about, but it was quite friendly. I should point out that in most of my dreams, I seem to be between 25 and 35 years old no matter what is happening and no matter how old any of the guest stars (parents, grandmother, friends…) might be. I did not know anybody in this rather large group and am not sure what I was doing there. At one point, there was some announcement for people to go to some other place if they were interested and most of them left. Only about ten people remained on this hill, where flat stones were inserted here and there for seating. Somebody came and gave me a folded sheet of paper. "Can you read this for him?" I had no idea who they were talking about. I took a look at the paper and it seemed to be some sort of long poem in very elegant script. Since this was a dream, I wasn't really able to read any of it because my brain is not really capable of creating real texts, particularly for dreams that are generally erased from my brain within 15 minutes of waking up. The author was sitting up on the hill behind me, so I went to see him. I felt a bit honoured that somebody thought that I was the person to consult for this sort of thing. He was a young man, and we shook hands, and then he tapped his hand to his heart the way our suburban kids do to imitate North African mores. I have never seen that in one of my dreams before. Anyway, the dream ended there because I had not read the text and did not know what to say. But it was all peaceful and pleasant, without any zombies.
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Post by kerouac2 on Jan 4, 2020 13:16:04 GMT
Last night I was in a camper van with my parents. I have never been in a camper van in my life.
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Post by Kimby on Jan 4, 2020 16:00:22 GMT
I dreamt an unfamiliar vehicle drove up our 200-foot-long driveway, and while I was wondering who it was, what they wanted, and whether I should go help them get turned around in the tight quarters so they could exit, they pulled off the side of the driveway and crashed through the brush blazing a new path of destruction to the street.
I woke up pretty pissed off. But as usual, glad to realize it was only a dream.
K2, you are lucky to dream so often - and remember your dreams long enough to write them down. I wish I had more dreams that I could remember past the “poof” on awakening...
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Post by kerouac2 on Jan 4, 2020 16:44:26 GMT
Most of them only hang around for about 15 minutes, and most of the time I do not rush to this thread fast enough because it isn't -- believe it or not -- my #1 priority. Nevertheless, it is true that my more 'extreme' dreams make a more lasting imprint. I wouldn't put any of these into that category, but obviously there are phases when I remember better than at other times, and sometimes I wish it were not the case. For example, at least 3 or 4 times I have actually killed somebody in my dream, never for any good reason, just one of those random crimes that you see people do in a movie from time to time. Every time, it has been followed by a very lengthy aftermath -- sometimes hiding the body or burying it -- and feeling certain that I would be caught, because the victim was always somebody with whom I had had a public interaction, so I would be questioned about it. These dreams seem to go on forever (months?) and I am never calm because I know what I have done -- but I have never been caught in one of these dreams. The stress is unbearable.
One time I had a 'shipwreck' dream and lived on an island for years, and it was extremely pleasant. I suppose I can thank the cinema for giving me all the tools for the ellipses and other skipped parts because otherwise I might wake up like Rip Van Winkle some day.
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