another dream about the secret crush, so still not over him, i suppose, despite not even seeing him for weeks ... dreamt i was sitting somewhere and he was sitting very near me, like, right behind me, we were both looking at something, a movie or speech or something, and i thought that this is all there can be, and i should be glad that at least i get to be near him, but at the same time i kept feeling this strong longing he would touch me. oh well, maybe it was not really about him personally, and he just is the person my brain supplies as an example ... if that makes sense ...
Night before last I couldn't go all the way to sleep. This went on all night long and was really frustrating. I knew that was dozing off at times, because there were dreams. Finally, toward morning I dreamed my dad came and covered me up, which was nice. Daddy died 22 years ago last month & I haven't dreamed about him in quite a while.
I had a vivid dream last night that made me so mad at Mr. Kimby that I was shrieking at him and ready to throttle him in the dream.
I was suddenly woke up by a cold kitty nose touching my face. Pearl wanted under the covers, where she snuggled in against me and purred loudly until the dream rage went away.
In the dream, I was mad because Mr. Kimby had (yet again) spilled something and had sopped it up with an armload of towels and clothing, making a bigger mess in the process.
Then as he walked away, leaving me to deal with the mess, he got his foot tangled in the charger cable on my phone and wouldn’t stop walking, though it was going to drag glass items off the coffee table. I rescued some of the glass items and set them safely on the carpet, warning him not to step on them, but he heedlessly stepped right on a glass horse I’d gotten as a kid on Murano Island and crushed it.
While I’m dealing with THAT, next thing I know he’s spraying a laundry spot-remover spray on something but getting it all over the hardwood floors, potentially ruining the finish...
I DO have issues with Mr. Kimby’s accidents. He’s a very tidy person and does more cleaning than I do. But he has an unfortunate clumsy streak that results in wine spilled on carpets or furniture several times a year, and we have permanent stains on our wall to wall carpeting from the Miracle-Gro-laced plant watering can.
Plus he doesn’t have any restraint or judgement when it comes to cleaning products. Once I caught him using lacquer thinner on our brass door knobs which came with a tarnish-resistant coating of (you-guessed it) lacquer on them! He also used Brasso to polish our shiny fireplace doors which were not brass, but gold-plated, and now they are grey-green. And he got a power-washer and proceeded to remove the wood-grain from our synthetic decking, trying to clean it...
So my dream didn’t come out of nowhere. But I’m glad Pearl woke me up before I did something bad to Mr. Kimby that this time, at least, he didn’t deserve.
I was at a major international conference which was mostly full, but two people left two rows ahead of me, and Angela Merkel patted the seat next to her for me to join her. I was quite honoured, but I had one of those paralysis moments that happens regularly in dreams and was barely able to crawl to the seat, which was humiliating.
We’ve been rewatching The Sopranos, and have made it to season two. Last night I dreamt we were watching the show as usual, but the actors were all practicing social distancing, washing their hands, and wiping down counters, money, boxes, etc in an effort to scrupulously destroy germs. As I watched, I kept insisting these tactics were impossible because the series started in the late 90s, and there’s no way to go back and successfully edit a show to display today’s norms!
I just missed my train. I went to Lyon to get on a train to go to Paris. Normal. I seem to often do that in my dreams The train to Lyon was being refurbished during the night and travel as yes it takes a lot of time to go to Lyon. I slept with my niece but left in the middle of the night to join my wife with workers busy in that other half of the coach. Then I woke up took metro to go to the train to Paris. Lyon Perrache is quite different in my dreams, involves a lot of stairs and checks and long tunnels reeking of piss but I have often been there in my dreams and it always the same config. Then I had to run like hell to catch the train that was about to leave. I met my former boss who stopped during the rush to get a tea. I made it for my coach. Then I went to the loo. And when I left the loo the train was gone with my backpack my wallet and my coat. I reentered the stairs then half woke with the thought that no it is too stupid, i would never leave the coach nor let my wallet so i cancel this dream. It didnt work so i fully woke up.
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I must say Kerouac himself was in my dream last week... much more impressive than A. MERKEL.
Now 4 43. Had half a glass of milk. The rest went for the cats. Time to go back to sleep.
I had my first Coronavirus dream last night, probably in response to our Governor saying that Montana will begin reopening on Sunday. In the dream, I was at a gathering that started out small but as people emerged from their seclusion to rejoin the human race, it got larger and larger till it was impossible to maintain the still-required 6’ spacing, and the stress this caused me actually woke me up.
I had my first Covid 19 dream last night- horrible animals spraying blood and me trying to avoid the spray; it then morphed into a dream about the Amazon which was in a huge hot house and I got really mad because the workers were chopping off the tops of the trees. I was glad to wake up.
I’ve heard multiple reports that people are reporting having very vivid dreams during the COVID-19 quarantine. Not scary, necessarily, just vivid.
I suspect it is because we are all getting more sleep and for some of us, we may finally be getting enough hours of sleep to enter the busiest dreaming stage near wake up time. Previously, their alarm clocks were getting them up before they had a chance to dream intensely.
My back-to-work dreams had stopped. I mentioned in the past that I would be back at the office, either having forgotten that my last day of work had passed or having been called back to assist. And in those dreams I never seemed to do anything useful, just wandering around and chatting with colleagues.
Last night, I was at work again after not having had such a dream for a few months. But last night there was no question of being called back from retirement, and I was actually working at specific tasks.
What I find interesting in my work dreams is that my mind keeps dredging up colleagues whom I had completely forgotten and who had left the company 20 years earlier. I am amazed that they are stocked somewhere in my mind when I thought they were gone forever. As for my own department, there were eight of us at the end, but there are never more than two of them in any dream -- I appear to have applied a quota. And three of the others have not yet appeared in any dream, even though I saw and talked to all of them just about equally for more than 30 years. However, one of them left on very bad terms at the end and in any case he was totally unsociable. I was just about the only person with whom he had casual conversations. With everybody else, he only spoke to them if he absolutely had to. As soon as he had his final payment, he disappeared without a trace and has never been heard from by anybody again. So my subconscious has either respected his desire not to be seen, or else his dream phantom knows how to avoid my mind.
i suddenly noticed that my front door was broken and wouldn't close properly (it looked more like my balcony door, too) and realized that someone had broken into my apartment. and that made me realize that my camera (which is missing irl) was most likely stolen, so all the photos on the card were gone, and also my wallet with credit card and everything which in the dream had been in the camera bag ...
We had that actually happen in California, though it was a window they pried open, and TWO SLR cameras were stolen and a shotgun my dad gave me and weird things like a whole roll of postage stamps from the desk.
We’d been at a double feature movie, so they had plenty of time.
Once again last night, i was back at work while remembering that I was supposed to have retired 3 days earlier. I made a point of telling my supervisor that I was putting in extra work so as to be sure to be paid. I am getting a bit fed up with this "after retirement" work, though. What is wrong with my brain?
Since it is early evening here, everything I dreamed last night has been wiped from my brain. I think you will all agree that most dreams are forgotten less than 30 minutes after we wake up, maybe even within 10 minutes. However, one thing of which I am sure over the last two days is that I dreamed of 'topical' subjects instead of all of the crap that we recycle from the past. So I know that I dreamed of the confinement rules, masks and things like that. Nevertheless I brought my dead mother along with me and I remember explaining the situation to her, since she has been out of the loop for 3 years.
I had a dream last night that went on and on and even resumed after getting up to pee. It’s after 3 pm and I still remember it. But why I had this particular dream, I can’t imagine.
I was in a skyscraper in an elevator waiting for the door to close when a tiny child scooted on just as the doors closed and the elevator started down. When I say tiny, I mean smaller than a cat, yet she could walk and even talk a little. I scooped her up to protect her from being trampled by the others on the elevator and exited at my floor to spend the rest of the dream trying in vain to reunite the child with her parents who must be frantic with worry. The child was able to tell me her name, but not her last name.
It never occurred to me to return to the floor where she had boarded the elevator, but I tried to contact security for the building, whose address was One World Trade Center. (!). I kept getting security for individual firms within the building, but no one who could help. Eventually my little charge needed her diaper tended to, and for a short while I had my back turned looking for something to do the job. When I turned back to where I’d left her she was gone!
I regularly dream that I am moving (as an adult) out of my childhood house. It is the last day, and more than 50% of the stuff has not been packed and will have be left behind, which is very distressing.
But last night, I came up with a new version. I was helping a friend to move, and the last thing that needed to be cleaned out was a desk. But the drawers were full of all sorts of important items, mostly papers. My friend was only mildly interested in takin a few things, but I felt that he was wrong, even though we had no way to take most of it -- just what we could carry in our hands. I'm sure that this dream was highly symbolic, but I'm not sure how it applies to me. The friend is one who exists in real life, but I have absolutely no interest in his papers or what he does with them.