Kerouac, do you mean that the shipwreck dream was a recurrent one over a long period of months or years, or just that in the one-night dream the storyline covered a long period of time?
I would LOVE to be able to return to and continue (some of) my dreams.
That shipwreck dream occurred in the course of one night and I woke up feeling as though it had lasted for a year.
I sometimes return to dream locations (places that do not exist in the awake world) more than once and am usually pleased to do so. But this has happened ever since I was very young. I still remember very clearly two dream locations from about age 6 or 7. One was a secret stairway in the house where I grew up that led to an attic full of television sets. Nothing really happened there but I was amazed to go up there each time. The other location was a huge palatial type place with heavy velvet everywhere and a big fireplace. There was peaceful music playing from an unseen piano. Nobody else was there, but I loved the place. I would try to force my mind to go there when I went to sleep, but I could never influence its appearance in a dream.
As for "lucid" dreams, I understand more and more when I am dreaming, for example when I end up in school or at the office again, the usual bullshit about the unprepared exam or big report that is due. I have trained myself to understand that it is just a bunch of crap. "I know that I have a university degree, so I am not bit impressed by this high school scene!" So I have mostly eliminated all stress from these dreams although I am not really able to influence how they play out.
i was visiting this zoo-like building, that had a big enclosure with dinosaurs. one of them, a tyrannosaurus rex, seemed interested in me - which was cool and scary at the same time. there were two sides from which you could look into the enclosure, and when i stood at one side, it would come there towards me, and i would quickly go to the other side, and then it would follow me there, getting more aggravated ... it was a bit scary, but at the same time i kind of annoyed it on purpose.
then, suddenly, one of the people working there noticed that the electricity had failed. the dinosaurs hadn't noticed yet that they could leave their enclosure (it had a see-through wall, like glass, but apparently really some kind of energy field), but could realize it at any moment, so they told everyone to leave slowly, as to not draw attention, and go to their cars and drive away. i had no car (i don't drive), but hoped to catch a ride with someone. just that i had no idea where the car park was, so instead i found myself at this strangely overgrown camping ground.
i warned a family with children about the dinosaurs, and asked if they could take me along as they flee, but they didn't believe me. no one believed me, in fact, but one guy was going the direction i needed anyway, on an old moped, and he took me along. as we road, i saw that the dinosaurs had left their enclosure and were approaching the camping ground, the tyrannosaurus in front. and i saw that they were much faster than the guy's moped, no matter how much i urged him to hurry. in fact, as i got off and ran, even i was faster.
but i also knew that while most dinosaurs would be busy at the campground for a while, the tyrannosaurus in question was after me, specifically, and i wondered if i should run on, hoping i get somewhere safe in time, or if i should hide. i was quite sure it would smell where i was, but maybe if i hid in a small hole, it couldn't reach me. as i pondered this, my alarm rang.
I was co-presenting an awards show with… Donald Trump. It was some huge place like Radio City Music Hall. Normally, I should have been paralyzed by stage fright except that I wasn't. A few people that I knew (who on earth were they?) mentioned as I passed by that I was dressed a bit too casually. As for Trump, to my great surprise he acted normally and professionally and did not instantly repulse me. I don't have the slightest idea what these awards were for.
In a totally different dream, I was in a big house after a funeral, basically the house in which I grew up. I don't know who had died but there were a lot of guests, all old men who had a party the night before and were just beginning to emerge from their drunken stupor as dawn broke. I started cleaning up in the kitchen, and I also had to close a lot of windows because it was pouring rain. Meanwhile a birdcage caught on fire. It had newspapers and a towel wrapped around it, and I thought that the bird was a goner for sure. But once I pulled off the flaming material, the bird appeared to be just fine. My first dream of a phoenix?
As for Trump, to my great surprise he acted normally and professionally and did not instantly repulse me.
Oh lord! I had a dream the other night where that same thing happened. Not the awards part and all that, but Trump was in it and was even rather likable. In the dream I was distressed because I was thinking of him as a normal person.
Your second dream is fascinating and if you could figure it out it would probably be life changing.
Post by cheerypeabrain on Jan 24, 2020 11:58:30 GMT
Maybe should not have watched Ricky Gervais' Afterlife yesterday. Last night I dreamed about my Dad. I was at a family party at his house, all the family were there including ones no longer alive. Dad was sitting in his favourite chair talking and laughing with everybody...it was completely natural and normal and lovely. There was a woman I didn't recognise, about my age, sitting on the sofa watching me as a watched him. She asked me if I was alright and I said 'I just miss him so much' and started to cry great heaving sobs whilstxaround me everything carried on as normal.
I woke up crying and I'm still feeling pretty emotional!
For some reason, I was taking care of two husky puppies. I was stuck in a chalet with some other people, but the dogs wanted to play so I took them out on the balcony, not realising that one of them would immediately jump off, because there was a meadow with thick grass below the balcony. I went down with the other dog (probably the standard way, but that was edited out of the dream), and everything was fine until the wolf showed up. First it seemed to be just playing with the little huskies, but then one of the puppies started whimpering and I saw that it had blood on its snout because the wolf was trying to eat its face. I went after the wolf and I kicked it in the side. It limped away but I kept after it and kept kicking it until it stopped moving. My duty done, I walked away and out of the dream.
Mrs M was angry with me this morning. Last night she dreamt she's parked the car somewhere, couldn't find it, maybe it had been stolen and I didn't help her look for it. I pointed out we don't have a car any more and it was just a dream. Apparently, pointing this out didn't help either.
I never really dream about current events, so I was surprised to learn that I would be attending the Oscar ceremonies. I had a small role in some movie, playing the teenage son in a family. (I must point out that in this dream I was not my current age but close to age 30.) I would be walking the red carpet and also appearing on stage for some reason. I do not have the slightest idea who else was in the movie. Anyway, I called the woman in charge of wrangling the actors at the event to ask if ordinary black trousers would be adequate, and she told me "you're going to be wearing shorts." I guess that was to stress the fact that I was a teenager in the movie, but I also understood that I would be criticised for being dressed that way. ("The nerve of that guy showing up like that!") I was staying at a friend's house in North Hollywood, and it didn't faze me one bit that the father of the family, who died in the late 1980's, was there. In fact, it tended to validate my dream age because something in the back of my mind kept telling me that I was way older than I appeared. The Oscar woman told me that they would take care of everything -- they would dress me completely and probably send me to make-up so that I would look younger. With all of that settled, the dream could end.
I had a nightmare last night about the racist/Nazi killer in Hanau. He hated even more people than Anders Behring Breivik did, like the vast majority of the world's people, and even in Europe, thought half the people should be eliminated. He also killed his mother. He was wearing a business suit and a clean white shirt while he ranted. There is really too much of that crap going on.
i just remember bits and pieces of last night's dream - i was kissing a guy from a tv show i am currently watching (probably due to the topic of the episode i had watched just before going to bed) ... and me and other people were put into groups to perform something, mainly sing karaoke, but my group was supposed to play chess, which disappointed me, as i would have liked to sing.0
I had a really weird dream last night. For context, there has been roadwork (including deep underneath to modernise century-old infrastructure) and my closest bus stops evaporated. I was on the bus in my neighbourhood and pushed on the button to stop and the driver kept on driving, past different neighbourhoods and even empty fields, to stop in a town square far north of here, with no hope of getting back. He even laughed at me for insisting to be let off.
I usually don't remember my dreams for very long, but had one of those long ones with a plot last night. Part of it involved going somewhere with a male companion, but not anyone I know in real life, nor do I know what our relationship was in the dream. Anyway, partway to our destination I changed my mind and said I was going back. I got on a ferry boat which was flooded with water but which deposited me in a strange town. I didn't know how to keep going from there, but some nice people tried to help me. This was complicated by the fact that I just couldn't remember the name of the place I was going back to. Finally I saw a sign reading "Ru Lucy" and remembered that I wanted to go to "Ru Martha".
I dreamt I was on a small yacht with a group of people and Donald Trump. I believe we were going to check out some island real estate. Midway there Donald clutched his chest and began moaning. His face turned blotchy purple (instead of orange) and I remember feeling pretty excited, but I woke up before finding out whether he kicked the bucket, as they say.
the kids were playing outside in a very muddy garden, and my nephew had decided to wear crocs, but with socks and long trousers, which thus got very muddy. so i told him, he could wear the crocs but should then take off the socks and pull up the trousers, as it is warm enough. later i saw he was barefoot but still with the trousers hanging in the mud, but instead had taken off all clothing from his upper body. i then said his dad - my brother - should get involved and decide whether he can walk around like that ...
I think this dream is related to International Women's Rights Day. Your subconscious was acknowledging the fact that even when women give good advice, many males will ignore it and in fact do the contrary.
I have completely forgotten the dream, although I was sure that I wouldn't, but the other night I dreamed something or other and then i woke up, except not really. In the next dream I told all of the details of my dream to the next person (no idea who). That's why I was sure that I would remember. Bollocks!
hm, i dreamt about the guy on whom i've had a secret crush these last few months. actually just thought yesterday i am finally over that (still think i am. mainly. except a little bit, as the dream seems to indicate).