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Post by kerouac2 on Jan 13, 2023 3:41:01 GMT
I had one of my very stressful moving out dreams, last day to clear everything out and no way to do it. On top of that, the house was crumbling and seemed in risk of collapse before everybody got out. We (who were we?) also had a car that was clearly too small for all of the stuff we had to take to the airport. (That already ruled out whatever was happening to the furniture.). There was also a big thunderstorm. Finally, we were moving to Italy (why?) and I was arguing with an airline bitch who didn't like the tickets we were using because they came from another country "and we do not want to have to translate anything." On top of that, the currency in the dream was the French franc from before 2002 for some reason. Too many conflicting details to handle!
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Post by Kimby on Jan 14, 2023 17:55:06 GMT
Those stressful dreams are the kind I have most often. But….
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Post by Kimby on Jan 14, 2023 17:55:44 GMT
I had the loveliest dream last night. My sister and I were at the family cabin with my parents and we all were aware that it was a really special moment because we knew and they knew they were dead.
And yet there they were in their former bodies, able to speak to us and better yet, hug us.
It was an absolutely typical cabin day. Dad and I walked around the property inspecting the boathouses and garage, and Mom was in the kitchen rustling up some lunch for us and the young couple who were there with us. Miraculously, the fridge was full of food that was fresh, despite none of us having been there for awhile.
Sadly our younger sister who died almost 3 years ago did not make an appearance in this dream.
But I was so happy in the dream to be able to hug my Dad and hear his voice and just hang out at the cabin with my parents again. One of Dad’s laments after a family gathering was always “Shoulda hugged ‘em more!” I woke up with happy tears in my eyes.
It was all a mirage of course. We sold the cabin a couple years ago and it has been torn down by the new owner who is building a big house worthy of the spectacular location. Dad has been gone almost 10 years, and Mom died 7 years ago. And sadly I’ve had so few dreams about them in all those years. At least that I remembered on waking.
So what triggered this vivid and heart-swelling dream? Could it be that yesterday I sat down with my new 2023 wall calendar to mark it up with birthdays and other significant events? I keep a perennial calendar (an old Hallmark pocket calendar from 1992) to mark down births and deaths and weddings etc, and I note the most significant dates on my wall calendar each year. Lately there’s been more deaths than births, but two weddings in the last year to add to the list of events that I commemorate each year.
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Post by kerouac2 on Jan 14, 2023 19:08:56 GMT
I am always happy to see my dead family again. Sometimes they are not dead yet, and sometimes they are back from the dead like in your dream. In those cases, I pay special attention to them because I know they have "special" problems due to being dead.
Since my mother spent the last two or three years in a wheelchair, I am always thrilled when she is able to walk.
All of that stuff stuck in our brains to be recycled at night is strange.
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Post by Kimby on Jan 14, 2023 21:48:24 GMT
What’s even stranger is that it probably happens most every night, yet dreams that are remembered in any detail are few and far between. If I remember anything from a dream it usually disappears within an instant of waking.
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Post by kerouac2 on Mar 16, 2023 18:47:33 GMT
I have noticed that in just about all of my dreams where I need to turn on the lights, the light switches never work, just like in horror movies. Most of my dreams are not actually horror movies, but I find this intensely annoying. If I finally get a light to work, it is always a weak bulb that is next to useless (just like in horror movies).
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Post by Kimby on Mar 29, 2023 15:19:48 GMT
Another lovely dream last night. Some might call it a visitation. Whatever it was, more please!
Mr. Kimby said through the doorframe “someone’s here to see you”, and in walked Ricky, my youngest sister who died suddenly over 3 years ago (details in the Grief thread).
We fell into each other’s arms with shrieks of joy, even falling to the ground in our hugging. I asked her where she had been and she said she wasn’t sure but might have been on a parallel track.
Though the dream ended then, the warm feelings have lingered. 💕
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Post by kerouac2 on Mar 29, 2023 16:10:46 GMT
That is always nice. I also saw my grandmother and my parents recently and was happy to see them again. I'm wondering if my grandfather will ever show up (died in 1973). There is no reason for him not to make an appearance because about 98% of my former colleagues have appeared over the years, even some who were only there for a couple of years. I find it somewhat distressing that my working life seems to play such a huge part in my dream life. If you asked me, I could not have even described some of these colleagues, but they were perfectly reproduced in some dreams.
I'm talking about at least 50 people, but when I think about various friends over the years, both casual and intimate, there are certainly more than 50 of them and yet almost none of them ever show up in my dreams, only about a half dozen at most.
Strangely enough, some of the people of Anyport also appear in my dreams, even when I have never met them in person.
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Post by Kimby on Mar 29, 2023 17:03:27 GMT
Do your Any Port friends show up as their avatars, then?
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Post by kerouac2 on Mar 29, 2023 18:36:29 GMT
No, but I have seen you once or twice, probably because I have seen photographs of you.
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Post by Kimby on Apr 2, 2023 3:19:47 GMT
I hope I behaved myself!
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Post by Kimby on Apr 2, 2023 3:38:27 GMT
I had a long and interesting dream last night, such that I didn’t want to get up when I woke, in case I could fall back into the dream.
Mr. Kimby was going to be doing a fellowship in another city and we were looking for a furnished flat to rent for the year. The rental market was really tight and we found ourselves looking at some pretty dodgy places.
One flat was listed for 4 people, which seemed strange, and when we got there, it turned out that the landlady also lived there. People drifted in and out of the rooms as she showed us around and it seemed that they also lived there.
When we asked if we could see what would be our room, we were taken to the top floor which was a large loft room with multiple bunk beds, and she pointed to a top bunk, which wasn’t even a full bed, but a 3/4 size mattress.
Mr. Kimby was ready to leave, but I was curious about the people who had chosen to live in this communal situation. There were at least ten of them, and one guy said to me “This place saved my life!”, and “See that woman? She used to be a multi-billionaire!”
I wondered how many refrigerators were needed for so many people and if they cooked and ate as a group or on their own.
I think I was intrigued by their lifestyle which reminded me of my off-campus living experience my last two years of college: 10 people in a big old craftsman-style house with 3 levels, 3 guys on the top floor, 5 girls on the main level and 2 guys in basement rooms that were illegally constructed. We were all friends or friends of friends from the dorms and it was a great experience. We all had individual leases with the landlady, similar to the dream.
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Post by mickthecactus on May 18, 2023 14:43:51 GMT
I got up about 3 for the loo, went back to bed but couldn’t sleep for a long time. Or that’s what I thought. In fact I was dreaming that I couldn’t go back to sleep. I couldn’t turn out the lights or turn off the tv.
And to make it stranger, a turkey was sat quietly on my lap just like my dog does.
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Post by kerouac2 on May 19, 2023 3:00:15 GMT
I had an exhausting dream. I had to write and print and entire full-sized newspaper by myself. It took a long time!
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Post by fumobici on May 19, 2023 14:23:06 GMT
I got up about 3 for the loo, went back to bed but couldn’t sleep for a long time. Or that’s what I thought. In fact I was dreaming that I couldn’t go back to sleep. I couldn’t turn out the lights or turn off the tv. And to make it stranger, a turkey was sat quietly on my lap just like my dog does. I hate when that happens.
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Post by bixaorellana on May 19, 2023 17:35:46 GMT
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Post by kerouac2 on Jul 31, 2023 2:59:08 GMT
I had to deal with huge bins of dried dogs' tongues. They were not being used as food but to make projectiles.
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Post by Kimby on Sept 9, 2023 3:46:46 GMT
Last night as I was dropping off to sleep I heard a muffled thud from the other end of the house. I sat up and saw flashlights flickering on the stairway wall. Burglars? Murderers?
Nope, a thunderstorm that had woven its way into my dreams.
Whew!
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Post by kerouac2 on Nov 3, 2023 20:17:28 GMT
I told off a group of American tourists who were complete louts, even though they looked like thugs who might beat me up. What ticked me off was when one of them grabbed a waitress and gave her a wad of dollars. They had not asked for a bill or whether foreign currency was accepted. I stood up and read them the riot act, totally out of character for me.
I have absolutely never dreamed about American tourists before.
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Post by whatagain on Nov 3, 2023 22:38:58 GMT
I dreamed that I was a complete idiot. I woke up and realised it could very well be true. 😂😂😂
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Post by Kimby on Nov 20, 2023 2:34:26 GMT
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Post by kerouac2 on Dec 18, 2023 9:58:49 GMT
I still sporadically dream about the office even though I am not actually working in the dreams and the office never looks like any real one where I worked. What's interesting is that even though I had plenty of colleagues, the dreams rarely have more than two or three colleagues because I suppose that's all that the limited resources of my brain can handle in terms of writing a dream script. They must sign up on some sort of dream waiting list in my mind because they change regularly so that everybody gets a chance to make an appearance.
Everybody except for Jacqueline. She is almost always there, and that is super annoying because she was an absolute bitch that everybody hated. Just as an example, even though she happily took the hefty departure package when the company downsized, she still sued the company for discrimination for another two years. But in my dreams, she is always very nice. In last night's dream she asked me if I would go to the theatre with her the following day because she had an extra ticket. And even though I was very hesitant, she finally talked me into it.
I suspect that she many have used her payoff money to obtain equipment to hack my subconscious so that I will rehabilitate her. But no, she was an absolute bitch.
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Post by cheerypeabrain on Dec 18, 2023 18:38:05 GMT
My dreams are rarely coherent enough for me to extract anything these days. I remember some but generally they disappear into the ether pretty quickly. I often fall asleep listening to the radio so that might influence my subconscious.
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Post by mossie on Dec 19, 2023 7:55:19 GMT
I went back about 70 years in a dream. I was back in the RAF, in Egypt. That is all I can remember, but worrying
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Post by bixaorellana on Dec 19, 2023 16:49:40 GMT
That's pretty nifty, Mossie. It's interesting to think that all of our memories -- probably even ones we don't know we have -- are all lying around in the attic of our brains waiting to have some breeze stir them up into dreams.
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Post by mickthecactus on Dec 19, 2023 17:24:42 GMT
That’s very poetic.
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Post by Kimby on Dec 22, 2023 15:52:45 GMT
I had a really nice dream last night. It was set at the family cabin (no longer there), and we had just arrived for a party weekend of some sort (a birthday, perhaps, maybe Dad’s 90th), and several carloads of friends and family all arrived with us. Mom and Dad, both gone now, were both there and in fine form, or so we thought.
After visiting excitedly with everyone for awhile though, it was time to eat, and we realized belatedly that we’d brought no groceries! We’d counted on Mom to just handle the logistics as she always did, but she had lost her organizational skills without us noticing till now.
What to do? Mom said “Maybe I can make French Toast.” Good try, but, “Mom, how old are the eggs in the fridge? And is there any bread that isn’t moldy?”
As my sister and I headed out to make a grocery run to the nearest grocery store, 20 miles away, I noticed with a great heart-leap that my younger sister, no longer with us and greatly missed, was there talking to a couple people at a picnic table behind the cabin. I tried to engage her, but it was like she was inside a TV screen with the sound muted. We couldn’t hear each other, and I wasn’t even sure that she could see me. But I loved seeing her, which happens so infrequently in my dreams.
Despite the angst of this, and of recognizing that we kids needed to step up and be the adults now as our parents became less capable, it was still a lovely dream and I woke up happy, savoring the time with my dear departed loved ones.
More please!
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Post by bixaorellana on Dec 22, 2023 16:11:07 GMT
Aw, Kimby -- that put a lump in my throat! I can't imagine that it's very common to see all of your dear departed in a dream at the same time. You are lucky.
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Post by kerouac2 on Dec 22, 2023 16:27:33 GMT
All of the family members in my dreams are now dead, so I am happy just to have seen them again when I dream.
I have a question to all of you who remember anything about your dreams: How old do you think you are in your dreams? I always seem to be about 35. I'm wondering if that's what my subconscious has chosen as the prime of my life. I'm not sure that I would pick that age if I had a choice, but yes, maybe.
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Post by Kimby on Dec 22, 2023 19:52:50 GMT
I am ageless in my dreams. But probably about 15-20 years younger than I am now, so maybe 50-ish?
In my head, when awake, I’m about 38. No idea why.
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