One of my best lifts takes me from a high rise where I am working to another set of buildings over a set of hills on the other side of town. Every time I have had a dream in that setting, I am totally impressed by the ingenuity of the lift. Real engineers must have these same dreams, so what are they waiting for to design these things?
A week or two ago, I had a dream that I was in England for some sort of long term training course. However, while I wasn't paying attention, it was announced that the big exam was coming up. This exam was all-important and everybody in the country had to take it -- citizens, immigrants and even people just temporarily in the country like me. So far, it was mostly like my classic school dreams: big exam and I forgot to study. I did hear the manager of the training course warn everybody to pay special attention to the government structure questions and also the historical dates. I had missed all of the specific information by being out of the room and I did not see whom I could possibly ask to borrow or at least glance at their notes because I did not know anybody there. Oh well, I thought, I'll just hope for the best. End of dream.
Except last night, the exam was back in my dreams, and it was imminent, probably tomorrow. I wasn't in any sort of classroom this time but rather in a large pub or something with long tables like in a cafeteria. But I knew that the subject was the exam from the other dream. The place was totally full of mostly immigrants from Asia and about the only subject of conversation was the big exam and its supreme importance. Apparently, there were dire consequences if you failed the exam and the people there were talking about that they heard that some people had tried to hide from the exam by pretending not to be home or else try and hide in the forest. But the authorities would make house to house searches to round everybody up and there was almost no chance of escape. One of the people nearby was reading a tabloid newspaper aimed at the immigrant community, and it had a two-page spread giving all of the tips on how to pass the exams: replies to a lot of the specific questions that would be asked and tips on the essays that would have to be written. There was a newsstand in one corner of the pub with a variety of publications, including a remaining copy or two of the newspaper. But as I worked my way through the crowd to get a copy, other people bought the last issues. Damn!
The scene shifted before long to a classroom again, and the big day had arrived. We were all seated in rows and everybody was extremely nervous, because there was no mention of an exam anymore but of the end of the world. Everyone had just been grouped together so that we could die without making a mess. I really was not in the mood for conversation, but the other people around me were speculating about exactly what would happen. Would human beings just be swept away and the city left in place for future use? Would everything be suddenly destroyed instead? What would happen when we died? Some seemed to think that we would all just be sucked into oblivion as though we had never existed but one optimistic fellow thought that maybe we could just say "see you soon" to each other at the end of the countdown because even though we were going to die, perhaps there was an afterlife and our new post-dead afterlife selves might all still be sitting in the same place ready to carry on with some new form of existence.
Oh, and there was something about McDonald's too, but I never got my order.
Oh, but the others never worry about that, which is a relief.
I'm not completely sure what you meant, Kerouac. If you meant the reaction of others as I was walking around naked, well, in MY dream they were very disapproving. I seemed to be passing the same groups of people each day and, on the one day it was cold, they were happy because I was covered with a trench coat.
I'm sure I know the reason for the naked addition to my dream, now that I think about it. There was a situation this week at work with a couple of princesses colleagues who, having no clue at all what I do and my time constraints, wanted expected me to do something for them. In what I considered to be a polite manner, but I'm sure they considered abrupt, I told them the limitations to what kind of help they could expect from me at this late stage in the game. That led to a whole lot of excitement on their part since it meant they actually had to solve their own problem, or find someone else to do it.
Oh, well you are very unlucky. Absolutely nobody cares when I am naked in my dreams. I am very uncomfortable at first but after a few minutes when nobody has made any mention of the situation, I decide to act as though nothing is out of the ordinary. This aspect of my dreams first started when I was about 6 years old and I would find myself at school in my stocking feet, having forgotten to wear shoes. As I grew older, more and more clothing disappeared until finally there was nothing left. Not a problem. I would be more interested in seeing everybody else naked, though.
Last night I had the strangest dream about my best friend of twenty-five years; she died almost ten years ago when she was fifty. One of my sons and I were on a plane headed to Hawaii, a place I've never especially cared to visit. The plane was quite roomy with a center aisle, side aisles and wide open areas. Actually, the interior of the plane was shaped a bit like the inside of a church. My son, who is tall, even had extra leg room because the seat that should have been in front of him had not been installed, and the plane was only partially filled with passengers
As we took off I could see that my best friend was siting up in first class so, once the seatbelt sign had been turned off, I went up to say hello. She was flying to Hong Kong and was traveling with a woman I didn't know. Also, though my friend would have enjoyed first class, she wasn't the type who would have spent money for that level if seating. She looked basically the same, only her face had gently aged ten years. I kept wondering how and why we had lost touch. Was there something that had happened between us?
And then, due to a real-life thunder storm, I woke up.
I always find it very odd how I can have several weeks of vividly recalling dreams, and then go through a period of remembering nothing. I suppose most people are the same. I cannot recall dreaming about anything for at least the last two weeks.
Every August, for over twenty years, I've had back to work dreams - the kind of dreams where you're standing naked and revealed in front of a crowd of people - but, so far this year, I've had none.
My recurring dream - several times a year - is set in an airport. I get separated from my party - usually Mr. Kimby but sometimes my nuclear family - and have to reconnect before it's too late to board our flight. There is always a lot of tension and anxiety in these dreams, and I never find out how they end because I wake up having an orgasm. I hesitate to write this, but am curious if anyone else has experienced this.
I also have dreams about not being able to find a suitably private place to "use the loo" - the doors are always missing, or the WC turns out to be a shower room instead. (I am normal in real life, honest!)
I wish I would have - or would remember having - more interesting and detailed dreams, but like Bixa, mine pop like a bubble and disappear when I wake up.
Maybe you should get lost in an airport more often.
I think all of us wish we could remember more dreams, but probably it's best to forget almost everything. For a brief period of time I kept a dream journal and found that if you grab a notebook the moment you wake up, you remember almost everything and your dream memory improves more and more as the days go by. So you immediately get bogged down in all of the details, most of which are really not all that interesting such as "the tomatoes they were selling were not completely ripe" or "the bus had a four digit number in front."
I've hardly been home for most of the summer, and didn't get in until midnight last night. I was completely exhausted and sick to death of crowded airports. (LaGuardia is an absolute dump, as far as I'm concerned.) I'm not sure what I was dreaming, but I woke up at least three different times wondering where the heck I was. The first time was the most disconcerting since I absolutely had no clue and it took what seemed like minutes to figure it out.
I have no understanding of why, but last night I dreamed I was being attacked by vicious geese (except I think they really were swans). The geese had been attacking and eating tiny baby ducks along a river bank while the duck mothers quacked about helplessly. Then the geese flew at me, and one "stabbed" me in the back so hard with its beak that I woke up and actually cried out in pain.
i had some strange dreams lately. the one that stands out most in my memory is that i had two daugthers (twins), and that i only realized they are twins, when i mentioned to a mother of twins that i thought raising twins must be quite tough - i then thought - wait a moment, i am raising twins too, i just never think of them as "the twins", just as "the girls". what i also realized, however, was that i had forgotten the name of the second twin. i thought it must be something like emily or evelyn, but not quite one of those. it was quite embarrassing not to know the name of one of my children, and i thought i have to admit to myself that even though i would like to say i love both of my children the same, this is not quite true: i almost always just speak to agnes, and speak about agnes, and i do remember agnes' name without problems, so it seems i love her more than her sister.
no idea what that means ... it was a bit strange waking up and slowly realizing taht i of course have only one child ...
Not exactly a dream but I woke at about 3 with the song Chattanooga choo choo going through my head and spent at least the next half hour in a semi conscious state going over the words again and again to make sure I got them right. Except where it was "ham and eggs in Carolina" I wanted to put "Russian eggs"....
i had one of these dreams where i am descending deeper and deeper into difficulties. i was going somewhere, and pushing a pram with me (one for small babies, i suppose agnes was small in that dream). at first i was trying to take a train, but it was about to leave and i had to hurry. and then it was not quite stopping where i needed to go. and then i was walking but unsure of the way. i kept thinking i should call and say i will be late, but kept putting that off. i suddenly realized i am in one of those roads in my childhood village that are not lit at night, and it is getting dark, and i did not want to take that way but it was the only way of getting where i needed to go quickly. in the road, fortunately, it turned out there were lots of new shops and houses and people. i turned into one path and it turned out to lead into the garden of a restaurant, and i had to find my way back out. the way back out led me to that tunnel, which i hoped led to a lower level of the road (i was suddenly in a multileveled city), but instead it led me deeper and deeper inside. not sure i had the pram anymore. and at some point i realized that while i squeezed my way down at one part of the tunnel, i would not be able to get back up there. so i kept descending, clinging on to the hope that i will end up on a normal road again, getting somewhere, but knowing that i was just going deeper and deeper down into a dark tunnel.
also a different one, from a few days ago: mr. r. and i were traveling and staying in this hostel. we had booked a double room but they put us in a dorm, which mr. r. disliked. he kept wanting to pack his bags to leave and i had to break the news to him that we were booked for several days. he did not like that. there were people with babies in the hostel, and others who gushed over the babies, and i kept thinking they should see my kid, she is so cute ... and then realizing that we had put agnes on a bus to go somewhere to someone, and that she was supposed to come back to us, but i had no idea where she was and when and how we were supposed to get her back, which made me quite panicky. mr. r. could calm me a bit by telling me that we have to go to this-and-this place in the afternoon, to pick her up.
in the same dream at a later point i was also at a work meeting where there was supposed to be food, and i was hungry, but i was late and the food was almost gone. there was cake too, but i wanted food before the cake. one woman was eating with a wooden spoon out of a pot, another was eating more cleanly, and i asked her if i could have some, so she gave me that pot, but the other woman dipped her wooden spoon into that pot to eat some of that too, which was gross and annoyed me. i put some food on my plate anyway, then, out of politeness, asked if anyone else wants some or if i can finish it. this guy who i knew had eaten lots said he wanted some, which annoyed me some more. then, after eating, i wanted some of that cake, but by then that was gone too ...
I had an extremely vivid dream last night in which I was working for Pablo Escobar. It was one of those dreams midway between real life and watching a movie of the dream. I have no idea how I was recruited for this job or how old I was in it, but basically I was part of a team taking care of Escobar's son, who seemed to be about 8 years old. There was a young tutor and a slightly older young couple who seemed to act as surrogate parents, because Pablo himself was never visible anywhere and we had no idea where he might be anyway. All I knew about him was that he was a very busy man because he was in charge of "80% of the worldwide drug trade" which somebody said at one point of the dream. Anyway, my role with this group was as general backup. The first part of the dream involved nonstop travelling to keep people off our track. Not only were we changing limousine about every 15 minutes but there were also a half dozen decoy vehicles going every which way so that nobody would know which one we were in. Somehow the identity of the tutor became compromised because he had to leave for plastic surgery. "You won't even recognize him when he comes back." Well, that was certainly true because he showed up the next day as a slightly heavier Asian. "What a lame way to explain the change of actor," I thought to myself. "And why Asian?"
Someone else showed up to give me new duties. He had a 50 kg package of cocaine and told me "you're going to start making some small deliveries." But he only gave me enough for one small order, maybe 10 grammes, that I had to wrap up myself in a sheet of paper. This turned out to be a super complicated affair as simple tasks often are in dreams -- I couldn't keep the powder grouped together in the middle of the paper, the paper wouldn't fold properly and once I had it badly folded finally, it rattled around in the paper with a magnified sound like sand. I knew that the enhanced sound was so that every time I moved, people (police?) would be able to hear that I was transporting a package of cocaine. All I knew about the customer was that it was somebody working for Chanel, but I had no delivery date or address yet. In any case, I was in an unidentifiable city/country -- there was absolutely no detail to tell me where I was, except that everybody seemed to speak English, which is very rare in my dreams except for dreams that are also movies at the same time.
Then there was a major shift of scene where I found myself in an extremely shabby apartment with the young couple. It was where they used to live. It seemed to have endless rooms, like the cabin in the woods in horror movies, but most of them were empty except for the living room and the kitchen which looked like they had been vacated with only 5 minutes notice. Everything was cheap 1970's style stuff -- portable TV, record player with vinyl records, dog-eared paperback books. The couple had been working for Escobar for at least a year or two already, so it made me think that we might be in the early 1980's. Anyway, the reason that we were there was to try to find anything of any value to sell. Apparently, they wanted to escape from their job and had no money. I found a few Baccarat crystal vases (which looked very familiar to me since they were the same ones that my grandparents and parents had owned) and the woman had collected a few items of clothing, but that was about it. I saw a few items in the kitchen like an old French perculator that I knew would sell rapidly at a flea market, but I didn't even mention them because they were too cheap.
Checking out the empty rooms made me realise that the flat was quite strange because half of it was like the apartment I had lived in in Los Angeles for a couple of years, built in the 1940's but a couple of the rooms were straight out of an abandoned château with decaying gilded mouldings on the walls and ceiling. However, these rooms were not at all "château-sized" but just as small as the other rooms. I was quite tired by now, and there was still a mattress lying on the floor of the bedroom, so I stretched out on it -- and that's where the dream ended.
I was a bit disappointed, because I was various curious to know what would happen next...
For just the third or fourth time since he died, I had a dream in which my father was present. it wasn't a detailed or involved dream, just our family doing typical family stuff.
I wonder if this is in any way related to the fact that my sister and I unearthed some old family videos and watched one that featured Dad just being Dad. (My sister will be transferring the VHS tapes we have to DVD, so we can keep these memories alive. )
Even though I stopped working more than 2 years ago, I still dream regularly about being "at the office." The office never resembles in any way my real workplace. I must have come up with 50 different versions in these two years. But it is usually quite ordinary and if any of you could view it, you would probably think that the place is authentic, except every now and then the place goes on and on like the rooms in the cabins of those horror movies. However, there is one element that has been intriguing me. Almost none of us could stand one of our colleagues, who was a bitter bitch who felt (incorrectly) that she was being discriminated against. She appears in at least half of my office dreams (or not at all) as a basically agreeable normal worker. So I am wondering if my subconscious is trying to revise my opinion of her or if it is just another quirk like those horizontal elevators that run like roller coasters or the fact that I am being paid for wandering from office to office without actually doing any work.