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Post by tod2 on May 31, 2020 9:01:27 GMT
I am not happy about the way my dreams have become physical. For the last two years I have had terrible dreams at times. So bad that I wake myself up because I'm screaming or shouting so loud. I have on occasion fallen out of bed, attacked my poor old husband next to me, and sometimes even cried in my sleep. Why all of a sudden am I having such vivid dreams at times. I do still normally dream about something but don't remember too much about it, but started thinking maybe my medication has something to do with it. I have been on blood pressure tablets and a few others for acid in the blood etc., for years and years. I cut some of them out but still occasionally. have a bad dream so maybe it's just my brain cells experiencing some problem like hardening of the arteries - I am finding it harder to remember stuff but convince myself its just a "grey" moment. Growing old is definitely not for sissies.
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Post by whatagain on May 31, 2020 9:33:11 GMT
I am not happy about the way my dreams have become physical Growing old is definitely not for sissies. 🤔 I dreamt i was taking a plane. With ling covid lines. As usual in my dreams i had lost my passport. Then i realised i was barefoot... Normal.
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Post by kerouac2 on Jun 2, 2020 13:08:32 GMT
Last night I was walking through a hospital corridor. Nobody in my life was hospitalised, so I guess I was just there as a tourist. It had the weirdest collection of "overflow" patients on gurneys that I have ever seen. I did recognise one of them as the Tunisian driver at my old office. He was horribly disfigured and looked barely human, but I knew it was him. However, what really struck me was a patient who had been shrunken to about the size of a doll, except for this big sac of something lying on his chest wrapped up in a cloth bag. Someone explained to me "we had to take out all of his organs, but we saved one of his lungs. It's better to keep it on the outside now."
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Post by casimira on Jun 3, 2020 11:55:40 GMT
I dreamt about some people I was running around with back in the early 1970's when living in St. Louis. (surely this was spurned by my memory of participating in a anti war march with them in 1973).
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Post by rikita on Jun 4, 2020 23:34:55 GMT
we were sitting at a table by a lake, but i realized that various times already shark-like creatures had jumped out of the lake and killed us (with bites remind of sharknado, i have recently seen one of those films). as i knew that, i decided to flee, and got the others to come with me, fleeing uphill. unfortunately it turned out hte creatures weren't like sharks, but more like dinosaurs and one, like a tyrannosaurus rex, was very keen on getting us, specifically. so we kept fleeing, partly on foot, at some point we had a car, too. and we went to some house, hoping to have confused the dinosaur and it didn't know where we were, anymore ... don't remember what happened after that ...
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Post by kerouac2 on Jun 5, 2020 3:40:35 GMT
Looks like we are living in troubled times, riki!
I was supposed to fly with a patient from France to Iraq. However, I was immediately contacted by the Iraqi authorities saying that they were going to try to shoot down the plane I was in. But they told me I might have a better chance if I sent them a geographical quiz for their soldiers to work on. They sent me blank maps of Saudi Arabia and Turkey and wanted me to come up with ten questions for each map. That sounded reasonable to me, so I got to work on it... I wonder if I survived.
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Post by Kimby on Jun 6, 2020 14:03:48 GMT
Last night I woke to the ear-splitting sound of a large airliner flying very low over the neighborhood. Too low! I raced to the window in time to see the explosion on impact.
Then I really woke up.
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Post by rikita on Jun 7, 2020 22:29:05 GMT
i dreamt that the reason our climbing group can't have time slots switching between saturday and sunday at the climbing tower isn't because it is difficult to program that in the app with which the time slots are booked (a current measure to ensure there aren't too many people at once at the climbing tower - members of specific groups are allowed to book earlier on the days of their group meetings), but because they want us to give up half an hour of our three-hour time slot in return for being allowed our usual alternating saturday-sunday schedule.
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Post by Kimby on Jun 9, 2020 12:45:08 GMT
Last night I dreamt...well, I don’t know WHAT I dreamt, though I know I was having vivid dreams. As the dreaming was reaching its denouement, I stretched in bed and both calves were seized up by terrific leg cramps, immediately shattering any dream memories I might carry into wakefulness...
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Post by Kimby on Jun 14, 2020 22:54:54 GMT
A couple nights ago I dreamt that I was a young lady in a faraway land who was going to be married - that night - and my betrothed happened to be an honest-to-god prince with royal parents and a castle.
Where TF did THAT come from?
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Post by kerouac2 on Jun 15, 2020 3:50:49 GMT
I had been rounded up with a big group to be burned to death. We were being given instructions on how to press ourselves into a compact circular group of about 50 people and then when we began to feel the flames, we were told, it was forbidden to move "or else." I was in the outer part of the group, and I was eating a little tub of ice cream with one of those tiny flat wooden spatulas. I wondered if the coldness of the ice cream would keep me alive longer. There were a few strands of human hair mixed in with the ice cream -- that was annoying.
Later in a different dream, I appeared to be in South America. My father was trying to organise all of our stuff to carry it elsewhere. It was mostly bags of groceries and garden furniture. There were a couple of people helping him, not very effectively. They had a "no problemo" attitude, but my mother, in an adventurous Alzheimer's phase, had wandered down the way, so I went to find her. Luckily she had decided to stand in a long queue at a seafood stand and motioned for me to join her. A young man was more or less looking after her since he had seen that she was confused. Once I joined him, he only wanted to talk about minor details in James Cameron movies, which I was unable to confirm. Meanwhile, my mother had wandered away again, so I went after her...
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Post by Kimby on Jun 15, 2020 11:34:32 GMT
Restless night, eh?
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Post by rikita on Jun 20, 2020 0:38:59 GMT
agnes kept walking off and disappearing, and i got these phone calls from a supposed kidnapper, but didn't answer them as i was almost certain they were just trying to trick me, and in fact she was just walking around somewhere. there was also a flood coming in, though, and we were in this abandoned theater by the beach, and after a while it became clear that climbing onto the roof won't be high enough, we would have to go uphill. i think i had agnes with me then, though later i closed my eyes a bit and then she had walked off again, which due to the flood was a bit worrisome.
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Post by kerouac2 on Jun 22, 2020 4:00:44 GMT
I was transiting through a big train station. There was a gypsy beggar woman sitting on the floor in the middle of the hall. Everybody was avoiding her, me too, but she selected me as the person who should give her something. Even though I was shaking my head at her, she jumped up and grabbed my arm. Her grip was amazingly strong, and it was difficult to tear myself away. But she managed to hold onto a thread from my pullover, and it kept getting longer and longer as I tried to leave. I walked back to her and managed to snap the yarn. She still had a bunch in her hand, and I had quite a bit in my hand, but I left with as much dignity as possible. She kept staring at me with "this isn't finished yet" in her eyes. I didn't even look down at myself to see how much my jumper was damaged, but one shocking detail was that the yarn was red, a colour I doubt that I have worn since I was about six years old.
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Post by kerouac2 on Jul 17, 2020 3:50:19 GMT
I managed to hang on to the tail end of my dream since it was just before I woke up.
I was on some sort of not-very-interesting holiday with friends. The city was dowdy and things looked 'poor' and as though nothing had been built since about 1960. The country used an alphabet that was undecipherable, like Georgian or something like that, and not even the numbers could be figured it. I know this because I was at a market selling all kinds of crummy things and I could not read a thing on any of the little chalk signs, not that it mattered because I did not know what the currency was.
In spite of this, the hotel seemed acceptable. It was a low building overlooking a sort of wooded vale with a lot of the city on the far side. Suddenly I saw there was an absolutely HUGE fire across the way which had engulfed a big building completely. In silhouette, I could see that it was an impressive edifice like a presidential palace or the main train station. I was absolutely the only person amazed and impressed by this sight although I did manage to get one of the other tourists to pay mild attention to the blaze. There were no sirens or anything to indicate that the fire department had been deployed.
The flames were very high most of the time, then they would die down and then they would return to the same intensity. I kept watching since I had nothing better to do, but I saw some sort of thing detach itself from the fire and start floating in my direction. As it got closer, it seemed to be a (not very good) statue of the Virgin Mary. It seemed to be talking directly to me -- in English -- and was saying something along the lines of "I have come to answer all of your questions and to help you." When the statue landed it turned into a sort of mangy calico cat but it retained the power of speech. I couldn't think of any questions or anything with which I needed help, but I did ask what the burning building was. The cat did not reply. So then the cat asked me if I knew whether the little league baseball season had started. I said I thought so, because I had spoken on the phone to a Brazilian (!) friend and recalled it being mentioned. Then I couldn't think of anything else to say, so I patted the cat on the back (which it just barely tolerated) and said "well, it was nice talking to you" so that it would know that it was dismissed. And then I woke up.
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Post by Kimby on Jul 25, 2020 19:05:23 GMT
I had the most bizarre and unexpected dream last night. And this dream PROVES that dreams are not rooted in reality.
I dreamt that for some reason Donald Trump had decided he needed to be married to me (Melania IS replacement age, now, but I’m 16 years her senior).
It didn’t matter that I was already married to Mr. Kimby, or that I might have an opinion about being married to a despicable swamp-dweller like him. He pulled some strings and made it happen.
That night he threw a party to introduce me to all his friends and hangers-on. I was surprised that it was a casual affair, no gowns or gold-plated champagne goblets.
Next morning after the marriage had been consummated (thankfully the dream skipped over those details!), He mentioned that he had a doctor appointment that day - to get treatment for his herpes! The turd hadn’t warned me. I was so mad I woke up.
And so glad to see Mr. Kimby slumbering beside me, instead of that fat orange slime ball!
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Post by kerouac2 on Jul 25, 2020 19:07:54 GMT
Only herpes? He could have given you so many other diseases!
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Post by rikita on Aug 21, 2020 21:35:15 GMT
wow, that is a strange dream ...
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Post by bixaorellana on Aug 21, 2020 22:10:36 GMT
Oh yikes, Kimby! Did you take a long scalding hot shower as soon as you woke up?
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Post by Kimby on Aug 21, 2020 23:07:06 GMT
No but I did throw up in my mouth a little...
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Post by kerouac2 on Aug 22, 2020 6:04:26 GMT
The other night I dreamed that a large naked black man was peeing on people and turning them into zombies. Not only did I steer clear of him, I also prefer to steer clear of any possible analysis of the dream.
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Post by onlyMark on Aug 22, 2020 6:08:02 GMT
Simply your brain was pulling together the BLM movement and accusations of Trump and a golden shower incident.
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Post by questa on Aug 23, 2020 13:05:30 GMT
These are anxious days...no wonder the realities of closed borders (trapped) huge death numbers in countries where you wouldn't have expected it (awareness of own mortality) Lockdowns...even the name is like a prison. Limitations for gatherings (loss of power to make own decisions)Most of the dreams on this page show that no matter how well are coping with the situation outwardly, it is playing hell with our subconscious. Keep a pen and paper beside your bed and write down any scraps of dream you have. Eventually you will get the message your subconscious is trying to deliver. Message will be in symbols that have meaning for YOU Fire usually indicates cleansing, don't fear it. A house is you so what happens in the house represents changes in you. Kimby you are having the same message each dream...you identify with USA, the crashing plane,The wish for stability..princess, and the herpes is almost shaking you and saying "Pay attention" Madame La Questa is available for assisting you to understand what your subconscious is telling. Experienced in Jung's archetypes and dream analysis. Private consultations
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Post by lagatta on Aug 23, 2020 15:17:09 GMT
I was in Paris. Didn't get back to Père Lachaise. The city was flooded, and I was on some kind of little raft or boat. I had two precious Persian carpets that I had managed to save from a friend's apartment. Livia was also with me (which was actually true; she was stretched out beside me as I drifted in and out of sleep) Finally I had to ditch the carpets to save Livia and myself. I was terrified that my friend would be furious about the loss of his carpets. Then I woke up.
In a few minutes, I realised that the friend in question had died earlier this year.
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Post by kerouac2 on Aug 23, 2020 15:47:33 GMT
Nobody is dead in our dreams.
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Post by questa on Aug 24, 2020 0:30:49 GMT
If a dead person appears in a dream it is giving a sense of urgency to the message. If it is someone you know, ask yourself "what are they telling me I should know Now?"
etc...etc.
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Post by lagatta on Aug 24, 2020 2:27:33 GMT
In my dream, my Parisian friend was very much alive, but in reality he died earlier this year.
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Post by casimira on Sept 1, 2020 16:41:47 GMT
If I have dreams about people that have passed away, I call them "visits". I have them often enough and my husband gets really jealous when I tell him that I have had a dream about our friend Dusty.
Last night I went downstairs to retrieve something. Outside the window I could have sworn I saw a firefly. I looked more closely and thought I saw another one, and then another one. Then I dreamt about catching some fireflies while I was in NY two years ago and brought some back to NOLA in a jar with tiny holes in it with the hopes that some of them would mate and recreate a whole new firefly population here.
As an aside, back in the 1990's we were staying in NYC on the Westside very close to Central Park. One night while we were walking back to our friends apartment we saw fireflies just outside the Museum of Natural History (as it turns out, it was just underneath the office once occupied by Margaret Mead).
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Post by bixaorellana on Sept 1, 2020 20:25:21 GMT
If I have dreams about people that have passed away, I call them "visits". Yes!
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Post by Kimby on Sept 1, 2020 20:43:11 GMT
If I have dreams about people that have passed away, I call them "visits". Yes! <3
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