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Post by mickthecactus on Jan 8, 2022 8:42:34 GMT
That I was taking out somebody’s teeth. I wasn’t a dentist, just removing teeth for some reason with just my fingers.
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Post by tod2 on Jan 8, 2022 9:52:51 GMT
Very strange..... But then thats what most dreams are. I dream allnight long ( well I seem to always wake up by extricating myself from some ordeal or another) and after a toilet stop get straight back to dreaming something entirely different. Mr.Tod tells me last night I talked in fits and starts for ages during my sleep.
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Post by mickthecactus on Jan 8, 2022 10:03:31 GMT
The only connection I can make is that I was repotting cacti yesterday but I couldn't get one out of it's pot. Try again today.
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Post by whatagain on Jan 8, 2022 14:59:12 GMT
I was again at university. What is strange is that i actually attended the class,something i hardly bothered doing when a student and that i had a lot of interactivity with the teacher, 90pc being aimed at pissing them off. Like telling the teacher, 'no sir, you didn't call me' then asking me how badly he pronounced my name and then telling him that wasn't my name. Which makes me realize that i was dreaming in english. How strange.
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Post by kerouac2 on Jan 9, 2022 7:49:46 GMT
I was part of some sort of covid brigade. Each of us was given the names and addresses of 3 people we had to inform of their infection and tell to get treatment. This took place in Berlin but the language of the city was English and currency was sterling. On my way to my destination, I wanted to buy The Daily Telegraph which cost £1.70 (I just looked up the real price and it appears to be £2.50) but I got confused with my British coins and what I thought was 50p (round in my dream instead of angled) was actually a 2½ pound coin, the news vendor told me as he gave it back to me. In the end I didn't buy the newspaper and went to the first address. It was a tiny tiny sausage shop and my contact told me that he was already aware of the situation. The second address on my list was in Alaska...
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Post by whatagain on Jan 9, 2022 9:13:21 GMT
You do have nice dreams... My involved the usual : late, missing meetings, looking for clean toilets, finding myself naked, not finding my shoes, and when i do, the shoelaces are too short.
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Post by kerouac2 on Jan 9, 2022 13:38:23 GMT
Funny that you should dream about missing meetings. In spite of a full career of office work, I never got past the school dreams (forgot there was an exam, never attended the class, had no idea which classroom... and of course being naked at school, but that's a different problem).
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Post by tod2 on Jan 9, 2022 14:34:37 GMT
I fail to understand your dreams Kerouac of school - like forgetting there was an exam, never attending class and no idea of clasroom..... All I can say is this never happened right? Your school was like mine - strict assembly every morning, total silence in class only the teacher speaking, a particular classroom for each subject and no lagging to get there. The break time twice a day was to eat a putrid sandwich and oggle the boys. Especially those with "Buzz bikes" meaning little noisy motorbikes allowed for 16 and up. Or are you really reliving your actual experience of schooldays?
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Post by kerouac2 on Jan 9, 2022 15:01:28 GMT
My dreams appear to have absolutely nothing to do with real life. I suppose that I could consider it to be a bonus alternative existence.
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Post by kerouac2 on Jan 20, 2022 15:58:01 GMT
I am in a major dream tempest. In recent times I have dreamed about a huge airport with unfindable departure gates, the imminent death of my biological father about which I felt guilty but not very much (he died in 1980), a terrorist attack which I survived by crouching under a reception desk (at least 2 people were killed but the 3 of us under the desk survived), a mysterious trip to Israel which required some additional bus trips but the three of us (who exactly?) got separated and I just had to hope that we all remembered where to meet up sooner or later, and finally a passage through immigration control somewhere where some passports were stamped and others were not, and this irritated me.
This is only about 10% of my recent dreams (3 or 4 days) since they all fade away so quickly. I did wake up after surviving the terrorist attack but not for long.
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Post by tod2 on Jan 20, 2022 17:22:33 GMT
Recently I cannot remember anything about a dream after a few minutes and then very sketchy. If I have a monster nightmare I can recall the details of why I was screaming or shouting and pummeling my poor husband. I hate it when I dream out loud. At times I can even hear myself scream.
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Post by kerouac2 on Jan 20, 2022 17:37:21 GMT
I kept a dream journal for about 3 or 4 months about 20 years ago but had to stop because when you do this, you wake up more often and remember more and more things and you get totally overloaded with details. I remember describing things like the texture of tomatoes or the various rocks on the beach, and that is really useless.
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Post by onlyMark on Jan 21, 2022 6:14:00 GMT
I either have no more than one dream a month, which I vaguely remember, or I have more dreams but I'm only aware of the one or so.
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Post by mickthecactus on Jan 21, 2022 9:45:11 GMT
Dreams are infinitely fascinating to the dreamer but not necessarily so to others.
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Post by kerouac2 on Jan 21, 2022 10:37:26 GMT
If they were that fascinating we wouldn't forget them so fast.
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Post by Kimby on Jan 24, 2022 20:34:42 GMT
I was with my nuclear family again last night.
After a day of skiing (pretty well if I do say so myself, unlike IRL where I am regressing) in some very mountainous terrain with Mr. Kimby, the scene shifted to the six of us pulling into the dooryard of a little house in a nearby village (in what seemed to be a foreign country, though English was spoken). It seems the house was for sale, and we wanted to take a look.
We tried to enter the house, but the door was locked and we had no key. A policeman came along and we explained our plight, and he got the door open and left us to our devices.
We explored all the nooks and crannies of this little old house that appeared to have been hand-built, with rustic cabinets and shelves and an inlaid tile floor in an intricate rug-like pattern, but was very dirty.
While we were all sitting around the long kitchen table remarking how its red laminate top was the same pattern as the table and countertops in our old travel trailer, the owner returned, and it was rather awkward explaining what we were doing there in his house. Maybe the house wasn’t actually for sale?
I woke up to a cold kitty wanting to come under the covers, and readily surrendered the dream.
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Post by kerouac2 on Mar 26, 2022 7:23:03 GMT
Last night: Two extremely boring dreams and one that fascinated me.
1. I was eating chopped pieces of carrot and it was the only thing I had eaten for 24 hours. I was thinking "I should be really hungry because this has absolutely no nourishment in it," but I wasn't hungry at all, so why did I keep eating the carrots?
2. I filled a washing machine with my laundry to make sure that my clothes got washed "before all of the others." What others?
3. I was working at a religious shrine and felt that my occupation was worthwhile. I don't even know which religion was involved but the holy guy seemed nice. I was in charge of opening all of the letters and prayer requests, which I had to sort out and deliver the "best" ones. Most of the envelopes were richly decorated, and it made it even more of a joy to open them. Everything was peaceful and there were quite a few other peaceful people there working at various occupations. I really wanted to stay there.
While fascinating, this last dream was pretty creepy. Was I in a cult? I have no interest in religion (and didn't really have any in the dream either), but this place really made me feel good. I feel as though I got a glimpse of what it's like to be in a sect. Do dreams like this come out of nowhere?
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Post by Kimby on Mar 26, 2022 14:21:41 GMT
Maybe a preview of your afterlife, K2?
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Post by kerouac2 on Mar 26, 2022 15:42:52 GMT
My afterlife as a rabbit...
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Post by kerouac2 on May 6, 2022 16:51:56 GMT
I had a dream where I was back at work again, but this time it was different. In previous dreams after retirement when I would suddenly be at the office, I would kind of wander around but not really do anything. This last time, I was actually working, for example calculating the residual value of partially used airline tickets. We used to have to do this manually, and believe me, for anything other than a simple "two coupon" return trip with no stops, it is not super simple. New York-London-Frankfurt-Cape Town-London-New York. What if the trip stopped in Frankfurt?
I could give a conference for this that could last an hour, so it's not something about which you really want to dream.
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Post by kerouac2 on May 22, 2022 20:43:09 GMT
Both my mother and my grandmother were in a dream last night and both in excellent condition. I told somebody in the dream that I was particularly proud of my grandmother because she was 106 years old. I am perplexed where that age comes from because my grandmother would be 124 years old now if she were still alive.
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Post by kerouac2 on Jul 5, 2022 19:31:37 GMT
Just a few days ago I finally realised who the horrible creatures that have terrorized and paralyzed me in certain nightmares since I was a child really are. I am happy to say that they have lost most of their power in recent years and their appearances have become rarified. Since they are almost exact manifestations of Harry Potter's dementors, this would imply that quite a few of us in the world know exactly what they look like and what powers they have.
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Post by kerouac2 on Sept 10, 2022 16:17:01 GMT
My dreams have been moving on to new themes recently.
I dreamed that I was cleaning a beach by myself with a big plastic bag. That beach was really nasty. Even when it was cleaner, the sand was ugly. Why bother?
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Post by kerouac2 on Sept 13, 2022 2:24:23 GMT
I organised a trip with my parents to NBC Studios in New York to see some programme being recorded. I have no idea what programme. My parents always hated NYC so I have no idea why I would take them there. However, they seemed willing to follow me. Unfortunately, New York looked like some sort of dusty coastal area, and the big buildings were missing except in the distance, too far to walk. I walked into a restaurant to get my bearings. All of the waiters were French and on a break -- they were more interested in singing than doing anything else. I got out my phone to try to get GPS information but the screen kept showing everything wrong. This was becoming frustrating, so I abandoned the dream. I think I also abandoned my parents.
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Post by casimira on Oct 4, 2022 15:00:30 GMT
Last night: Two extremely boring dreams and one that fascinated me 3. I was working at a religious shrine and felt that my occupation was worthwhile. I don't even know which religion was involved but the holy guy seemed nice. I was in charge of opening all of the letters and prayer requests, which I had to sort out and deliver the "best" ones. Most of the envelopes were richly decorated, and it made it even more of a joy to open them. Everything was peaceful and there were quite a few other peaceful people there working at various occupations. I really wanted to stay there.While fascinating, this last dream was pretty creepy. Was I in a cult? I have no interest in religion (and didn't really have any in the dream either), but this place really made me feel good. I feel as though I got a glimpse of what it's like to be in a sect. Do dreams like this come out of nowhere? I am reminded of your friend Marie Morel and her "richly decorated" envelopes. Any updates on her and her well-being K2? I can always tell how seemingly disturbing my dreams/nightmares are by the condition of the bedclothes in disarray and also my hair being really mussed up. I had a vivid nightmare of my own making a few nights ago. It is still disturbing to recall it. I made the grave mistake of going to a website set up by the city to help facilitate and inform citizens the status of just about every agency and its going ons. I was trying to check on the status of our building permit that has been held up by all manner of red tape etc. I was able to see the checklist of all the requirements which we have met. After browsing some more there was a link that allowed for me to punch in the address of our former home. Lo and behold a screen appears and there is a video of the fire and very vivid images and live action of the Fire Department responders standing on the 2nd story balcony, flames of major proportions blazing out the door and windows. On the ground below the same. There was also a detailed description of the whole scenario, how many fire trucks, personnel, response times and where certain spots in the house were destroyed and how the house was deemed uninhabitable. While viewing it a panic attack overcame me and I left the site pronto. Then I knew it would manifest itself in a nightmare. Not the first and they had ceased a couple of months ago. Any pyromaniacs on here can view the catastrophe by going to nola.gov/onestop/ and type in 2 alarm fire Zimple Street. There you will see the how and why I have nightmares on a regular basis. PTSD I assume.
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Post by mickthecactus on Oct 4, 2022 16:12:26 GMT
I get lots of dreams but generally not interesting enough to recall for you. However I still dream of playing cricket and this time as usual I couldn’t find my kit and had to borrow some. The game was played in a very long corridor rather than an open field and after using a ball for half a dozen deliveries they started bowling to me with a cat in a box. After 3 times I’d had enough and woke up.
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Post by kerouac2 on Oct 4, 2022 16:25:54 GMT
A couple of nights ago I dreamed that I had five children. I didn't actually see them in the dream, but I was showing my house to somebody else, and the mess of the place definitely said "five children."
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Post by whatagain on Oct 6, 2022 4:10:52 GMT
I had my usual dream of when i have to take an early flight... First i went to the gym. Of course. Wanted to take a shower but the place is so incredibly filthy you must select your path to avoid pools of piss. So skipped the shower but spent time talking to my brother. Then was in a car. But not going to the airport but to the city. The city is a mix of Paris and Bruxelkes, dark, with part of it on the seaside. I want to park the car but no place, i finally find a place in a café because my car shrank to the size of a toy. Then i go to my office of a sort. I get lost in the corridors, decide to drop the idea of getting my clothes from the office, start to run frantically, lose my backpack with my passport, go back, find it, run to catch a taxi, which are New York taxis, realize i haven't got the correct forms for customs officer, as i am actually going for 3 months to Canada, and my mother didn't give me the right papers. Then 2 taxis stop like in mission impossible nr 56 and 10 men want to board them. Anyway i am too late so i sit in the side of the street, looking at an old watch on my wrist, when i haven't had a watch for 30 years. 5 am. My slarm is set at 5 26.
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Post by bixaorellana on Oct 6, 2022 5:39:04 GMT
That is kind of a nightmare!
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Post by kerouac2 on Dec 15, 2022 17:05:59 GMT
I was at some sort of mild holiday resort full of gardens and lawns. A number of friends were there as well, some people whom I know in real life and couple of others created for the dream. It turned out that all of us had terminally ill parents. (This is going to sound like an episode of Black Mirror.) We met someone who knew of a solution. There was an airline called Night Flight that took care of such people. People boarded the plane, which was very nice, very business class, and they were served a delightful cocktail during the drink service. The cocktail finished them off. I think there was an option of never seeing your loved one again, or else when the plane landed you were told that the person had passed away, and the body was turned over to you. This airline appealed to all of us (WTF?) and the concerned parents were signed up for a flight. However, just before it was time to leave, a number of the friends had second thoughts. (The parents were not involved in any decisions and basically treated as zombies.) The dream ended there as such dreams often do. I think the brain has a circuit breaker to keep us from finding out the end.
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