I've had a lot of dreams lately, but don't remember them. I just know they aren't about work. However, today I let my boss know that I will soon be seeing if I, too, will have work dreams after the fact.
Work dreams seem to be the hardest to figure out in terms of metaphor, etc.
After reading the last two dreams reported here, I suddenly remembered that last night I dreamed about someone I worked for in the 70s & 80s. I have no idea what made him appear in my dream, nor why he didn't look the same as he does in real life. I can't remember any details of what I think was a fairly long dream, except that at one point I gave him a peck on the cheek. ~!~ Casimira -- it was Larry.
I don't think I've ever remembered a plot in such detail as Kerouac's Pablo Escobar dream. But I've had numerous dreams about places with tortuous layouts, lots of rooms and people, etc. When I remember them the next day, they seem to be variations on similar dreams of the past. My son is always in those dreams and always a little boy in them.
The dreams I hate the most are those where I have to pass from one place to another, but the staircase narrows to almost nothing, or I have to jump across an opening -- that sort of thing.
I was in a huge plane the other night (at least a 747 or an A380) that was trying to take off in a gigantic wind storm. The plane was buffeted every which way as it went down the runway with people screaming "stop stop stop" and the end of the runway got closer and closer. It finally managed to lift off at the last minute. What I thought was funny when I woke up was that apart from the runway being at least twice as long as a runway in real life, it was all pretty realistic because I have been on plenty fully packed 747s that seemed like they would never get off the ground.
already a couple of weeks ago, i dreamed i was in a swimming pool with agnes, and we had a lot of fun (similar to our toddler swimming we go to), and she managed to swim a bit by herself. at some point i put her to sit on the edge of the pool because i had to do something, and she fell off face first and sank into the water. i saw her sink to the bottom of the pool and thought "she won't be able to swim up by herself from there" and tried to dive down to get her back up, but somehow i just couldn't dive down. i always either stopped myself because i did not have enough air in my lungs, or when i breathed in deeply, the air in me made it impossible to get down. did not feel good when i woke up ... felt a bit strange even next time we went to the swimming group, but all is normal there and we are having fun (and she is trying to swim a bit on her own, but with "airbags" tied to her back ...)
A brief snippet of what was the most vivid aspect of my dream early this a.m.
I was at a Farmer's Market, I don't know where.
There was a huge pile of the most beautiful tomatoes I had ever seen.
No one else around except one woman, who was standing in front of the tomatoes with her head cocked.
I came up just beside her and also found myself cocking my head admiring how beautiful a display.
We then tuned our heads to look at one another, made eye contact and smiled at one another.
The woman was Debra Winger.
That's all I remember except that it was a very pleasant non-verbal exchange, both of us clearly taken with how beautiful a pile of tomatoes appeared. Not too unlike being at a museum and admiring a painting and seeing a stranger doing the same.
I dreamed that I went to Cambodia, and it was very disappointing. I stayed at a hotel where I had been before for 25€ and this time the rate was 175€. One of the two people accompanying me settled the bill with her American Express card, which was a bit distressing but also a relief since she seemed to find the rate normal.
Later in the dream, my two companions had turned into my brother and sister in law. I absolutely never dream about them. They followed me around since I was supposed to know where I was going, having been there before, but absolutely nothing was familiar. My goal was to take them to the FCC bar along the riverfront, but we just kept walking through a zone of abandoned strip malls (something that I have never seen in Cambodia).
don't remember everything from my dream, there was some meeting while agnes was upstairs unsupervised, and there were christmas decoration, and there was american politics and obama was elected for a third term and made trump his foreign minister, and someone said we should not expect much change then.
My dreams last night jumped around a lot. First I was driving in a car in a heavily forested area. Right next to the narrow, gravel road was a very small, deep pool of hot water from a thermal spring. My friend and I got into it to soak. Next, I was at my house in this same area. My garage was like a barn and I had to keep the door closed because moose would wander in otherwise. There were wild moose everywhere!
Next, I was preparing to go to a wedding in a small church. I wasn't in the wedding, but was asked to wear a very beautiful dress. When I put it on I found the dress was extremely short. Shorter than anything I'd worn since 1972. Because I was nervous about wearing the dress and had to walk in high heels, my friend and I were late to the wedding. Also, he had two largish dogs and insisted they go with us and be left tied up outside. We made it to the reception instead of the wedding. It was in an old house similar to one across the street from the home I lived in from 1975 - 1997. The house was packed with people, but someone was working on a wall and dismantling a built-in cabinet.
I found myself in a setting where there was an uneasy truce between normal people and zombies. Most of the dream took place in a huge laundromat where I was with a group of six, and for some reason we all had to stick together to try to do one load of towel washing. The laundromat building was partially a tropical hothouse full of plants. The owners spied on us with binoculars from a catwalk high above us to make sure we were not zombies. Later we went next door to a big snack bar with long tables but were unable to obtain any food because the staff had either been driven off by the zombies or had become zombies themselves.
a few nights ago i dreamt i was sitting in a car, either my mom or mr. r. was driving (mr. r. can't actually drive), we were on a wide road leading toward a city center. there was a sky scraper and i think it was kind of meant to be new york city, or maybe not. anyway, as we are driving, i suddenly say "oh my God" and notice there is this big fire, like an explosion, in the middle of the sky scraper. as the car stops and the driver tries to figure out if and where to turn around, i think we are kind of lucky that this happened before we are too close - but just then there is another explosion at a building a little bit nearer by, and then at the next and the next, moving toward us, but at the other side of the road, and i think there will be complete panic and how will we get to drive back out of town, if for that we'd have to go to the other side of the road, nearer to the explosions. instead we drive into a little side street and wait there, and the explosions pass, and there are lots of people, confused but also thinking that's it. but then it occurs to me that this is just the beginning, so we decide to drive away into the side roads.
we drive along quiet roads with big villas, searching for a way out of town, and then are near the road through which we entered again, and near a bridge that is there. other cars are going on the wrong side of the road to quickly reach the bridge to leave town, and after some hesitation, we do the same. suddenly i think what if the explosions reach the bridge and it collapses, and just when i suggest we drive with doors open, so that in case the bridge collapses and the car falls into the water, we can get out - there is an explosion and the bridge does collapse, but we are not on it yet and just hurry back into the small quiet side roads. we are trying to reach a different bridge, but start realizing all bridges leaving town will explode and collapse, and the city is on an island, and whoever is doing that will trap all people here so that then they can kill them all.
then we reach this little secluded beach, among cliffs, you have to go down some stairs to get there, and there are some people who have boats (rubber boats). the people say they are bathing and enjoying themselves until they will be killed, they are not attempting to escape. so i ask if we can have one of their boats to flee - after all we have a toddler with us who can't swim. they don't want to give us the boat, though, and also think the boat will make us too visible on the water, so too much of a target for shooters. instead, they give us this strange floating seat, on which agnes could sit. i feel a bit insecure about it - will i be able to hold on to the seat and swim to push it forward, in a way that she can't fall out? i have to take what i get though, so i start wrapping my wallet and phone and camera tightly into plastic backs to tie them onto the seat, so they won't get wet. while doing this, i wake up ...
I don't seem to remember my dreams too much anymore, but last night, I had a little bit of fever, and remembered this one. I had changed my glasses, and at first no one noticed. But somehow, my glasses also made my eyeschange, too. I had chosen very small, round, clear red frames - they looked sort of like thin cherry Life Savers - and my eyes were like blue laser beams! I'm glad something made me wake up - no telling where that dream was headed!
Last night I dreamt we went to the family cabin. My younger sister said how long has it been? as we stood in a group hug that included Mom, though she's dead in real life. I said not since we brought Dad's ashes back. But soon Dad was there too (only the 3rd dream I've had/remembered in which he appeared). He was very weak, like in his last months of life, and there was some discussion on how we could remodel the cabin to make it work better for him. Then we were going on a boat ride, which hasn't happened since Dad's 90th birthday in 2012, and the boat was pulled up to the dock so we could carry Dad onto it, but he started to sit down before we had him over the boat and I barely averted his falling into the water. The boat was very full, as several of my cousins were also aboard (cousins who have expressed interest in coming to the cabin when we scatter Mom's ashes there). Scene change and we are in the cabin looking for something for Dad. I open a cupboard to search with Dad looking over my shoulder and he suddenly reaches in and pulls out a couple plaques with fishing lures and arrowheads on them and walks briskly away to hang them up. I was so surprised I woke up.
It was SO nice being with my whole family again. And so rare for me to remember a dream.
My grandmother showed up regularly in my dreams for 10 years after she died, and I was always so happy that she was doing well but rather disturbed, too, because I knew that she was dead and I would even sort of sniff her for proof.
Yes, for at least the last year (maybe 2), my mother makes regular appearances in my dreams, sometimes with my father, sometimes alone. The dream version is how I collected her when my father died in 2005 -- still lucid most of the time but definitely not "all there" so needing to be treated with certain precautions. Nevertheless, I am still happy to be able to talk to her and do things, unlike her current real life state, which is looking more and more like a vegetable. However, when I am there, her eyes are totally riveted on me at all times, and the employees say that I am absolutely the only person to whom she does that.
Last night was one of my 'monster' dreams. I have a variety of monsters in stock, but this one is one that I have seen before. It is sort of a mix of a gorilla and one or more grizzly bears. I say this because it is hard to ever see it clearly and it appears to have more than four limbs, although one can't be sure. It is about the size of a hippo, so much bigger than just a gorilla. So last night I was living in a clapboard house (I have never lived in a clapboard house in real life), and we all knew that the creature was being kept in the clapboard house next door which in itself was rather surprising because there was no way that it could have entered the house, considering its size. Maybe it grew up inside that house? Its guardian was a little girl whom we more or less trusted, but we still didn't feel comfortable with the situation.
Needless to say, later in the day when I was in some sort of cafeteria complex, the creature had escaped and was killing people indiscriminately, ripping them to pieces. I took refuge with a few other people in a restroom and we listened to the havoc outside in the cafeteria, which was very distressing. Suddenly, two of the employees came into the restroom dragging boxes of body parts -- ripped off arms and feet. This kind of surprised me, because if they were coming into our refuge to escape being killed, why on earth did they take the time to pick up this stuff and put it in a box? There was a lull in activity, and I used to it slip out and run away elsewhere. I also used the time to wake up in real life to shake off the dream. What was really strange was that I got up to pee but I could still see the dream playing in the back of my mind, like when you walk away from the television but can still hear what is happening. I got back into bed and turned on the radio, so my sick mind gave up and changed the channel.
I don't even consider dreams like that to be nightmares because so much interesting stuff is happening. Of course I don't like such dreams but they don't terrify me like my worst dreams. I didn't like the boxes of body parts, though.