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Post by htmb on Feb 6, 2016 15:45:00 GMT
I've had some really awful dreams this past week. Nightmares, really. Not normal for me. I'm assuming the root cause is a personality clash I've had with my closest work colleague, but, oddly enough, he has not been in my dreams.
In one part of a dream I learned my ex was planning to build a house right next door to mine. On completion of his house, our exterior walls were going to be only nine feet apart. In my dream I realized I would have to move and was trying to decide where to go next.
Last night's dream was particularly gruesome and involved someone close to me dying of natural causes and the proper handling of the body. On the one hand, I'd like to figure out the meaning I unconscinciously placed behind the dream, but on the other hand, it's not something I want to spend much time pondering. What I'd really like is for these awful dreams to stop.
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Post by Kimby on Feb 6, 2016 16:37:05 GMT
Mr. Kimby occasionally has scary dreams - sort of like "night terrors" - in which he is being chased or threatened by menacing figures. He often mumbles or makes strangled cries in his sleep without waking up, though it certainly wakes ME up!
Last night, however, he spoke very clearly: "I want my bike back! I want my bike back! I'm calling the police! There were two bikes here, mine and my wife's...." Etcetera.
When asked about his dream, he recalled that he was at his family home and that there was an estate sale of some sort going on and that items that weren't supposed to be for sale were disappearing faster than he could prevent it.
This may be related to the fact that his brother, who is still living in the home, is an eBay seller who occasionally lists items that arent really his to sell...like a collection of old hat pins belonging to his and Mr. Kimby's grandmother.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2016 16:43:09 GMT
I am often amazed at how often I dream about the end of the world, in an amazing variety of scenarios. I am always just a tiny running pawn, trying to escape the inevitable. It has become so common that I don't even consider such dreams to be nightmares.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2016 17:01:05 GMT
Mr. Kimby occasionally has scary dreams - sort of like "night terrors" - in which he is being chased or threatened by menacing figures. He often mumbles or makes strangled cries in his sleep without waking up, though it certainly wakes ME up! Kimby, my husband has occasional scary dreams, too. The other night he awoke whimpering – he said he was being chased through the courtyard of a muddy castle à la Game of Thrones, and people were throwing spears at him. The spears were elaborately carved and turned, like the posts of my bed.
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Post by Kimby on Feb 6, 2016 19:12:40 GMT
I used to wake Mr. Kimby up as his cries would build toward a fearful crisis I was hoping to prevent. Till he asked me not to wake him because it made it hard for him to get back to sleep. So now I get to jolt awake and listen to the whole thing, then lie awake pondering what it meant.
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Post by rikita on Feb 8, 2016 8:44:04 GMT
i dreamt something interesting the other day, but now i have forgotten completely what it was.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2016 10:12:38 GMT
The other night I noticed that some of my smaller toes had fallen off at some time in the past. It didn't disturb me too much, but I decided that it put an end to ever walking around barefoot in public. (At least I knew for one what had inspired the dream -- the Japanese movie An.)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2016 19:12:56 GMT
I was on the metro from Paris to Düsseldorf last night. I was delighted because this unexpected extension was covered by just one metro ticket, so my plan was to just ride to the end, Düsseldorf Hauptbahnhof, and then take the metro right back to Paris. There was only one other stop in the city, Düsseldorf-Stadtmitte, which I thought was kind of strange for a major city, but it was already great to be able to ride all the way from Paris.
Obviously, this was a long ride which would take at least all night, although I wasn't sure exactly how long. Luckily, there did not seem to be any stops in the middle of nowhere crossing France. In fact, the metro did not stop anywhere during my dream. There were not many passengers -- just some government officials who kept to themselves, one backpacker, and some kind of metro hostess who would come to check on people and who also had brochures of Düsseldorf for people who needed them.
Even though the dream ended before arrival, it was much nicer than the previous night when I had to kill somebody again. I usually have to kill somebody once or twice a year. It is generally justifiable self defence but I do remember one dream in which it was the gratuitous murder of a total stranger. Anyway, in the most recent dream, I was escaping from a group of very bad people. This particular person had jumped on my back and I was able to kill him by rocking forward and backward on my knees, smashing his head against the concrete floor. It was extremely messy. Oh, and I was a small woman in that dream.
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Post by rikita on Feb 15, 2016 23:08:16 GMT
ha, for a moment i did not check which thread this is, so when i read the first couple of sentences of your post, i was utterly confused ...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2016 4:37:31 GMT
I even know why I dreamed that -- Thalys is having a promotion on tickets to Düsseldorf at the moment.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2016 14:18:09 GMT
Nightmares all last night: First I dreamt I was in some sort of hospice and I was with a small boy (about seven?) who was was dying of cancer, and I was trying to help him not only physically, but also trying to help him understand why this was happening to him.
Then I raced in a cab to get to the seaplane dock to catch a flight to see my dad, but they shut the "gate" on me (which is odd, because you can race to your flight as long as it isn't in the air already). I was going to catch the next flight but realised I left most of the contents of my purse at a friend's house and had to catch cab to get there and back. I could not call a cab, from my cellphone, from the two payphones, from the dedicated taxi phone. I raced across the street, managed to finally get one from another phone, the cab wouldn't start. Also, the roads were covered in ice, and then a torrential downpour. The dream continued on like this until I awoke.
I know why. I start rehearsals next week on a play about a mother and her dead child. And my father is not well and I feel anxious and guilty that I can't be there for him.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2016 15:56:11 GMT
I feel as though I haven't managed to board a plane in years: my passport is at home, I'm at the wrong terminal, I'm in a traffic jam, the boarding gate is in the wrong place, I am stopped by security, I don't even know where the airport is, the shuttle bus takes a wrong turn, my ticket was for yesterday, etc.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2016 16:23:55 GMT
All of my dreams have that quality - always getting thwarted in what I want to do. Sometimes it's quite benign, other times a little frightening.
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Post by rikita on Mar 4, 2016 22:56:35 GMT
i often realize that my plane left hours ago and i am not even done packing yet, let alone leave home - but i still try to make it, even though the flight is gone ...
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2016 0:37:03 GMT
Last night I had a dream about giving birth to a girl, who had terrible birth defects, but mainly she had one huge eye in the centre of her forehead. I expected her to die, but she survived and I had to deal with the consequences. It was horrifying and funny at the same time.
All these children and birth dreams are anticipating an upcoming show in which I play a woman whose son of 16 has committed suicide.
Must stay cheerful.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2016 6:38:06 GMT
I'm trying to imagine you raising a one-eyed minion.
I never made it to the airport again last night.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2016 15:33:15 GMT
Last night I dreamt I shaved my head. I didn't mean to, I was only supposed to clipper it to about a half inch, but the implement I was using, which I think was a Braun hand mixer, wasn't very accurate, so I shaved the whole damn thing.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2016 15:57:06 GMT
EISCH!!! That Braun hand mixer and your use of it gave me the heebie jeebies Lizzy. Time for a spoiler alert.
I've had quite vivid dreams this past week. One was rather horrific, it involved someone I know but am not close with and he had both legs amputated. Chilling sight. I also according to my husband sleep walked one night which I have a vague recollection of. Last night involved my cat and I as WWII spies with my cat bringing me back information which she conveyed to me with specific gestures and some vocalizations. I then would go to a cellar and Morse code the information somewhere.
I am entertaining joining a local Jungian Society that has been in existence for quite a long time. A good friend of mine joined this past year and raves about it. It meets once a month and there is an hour long lecture which is described ahead of time in a brochure and I would imagine they might have a website. I haven't checked. The cost is only 60.00 a year. Anyway, TBC.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2016 13:42:33 GMT
Last night, I had long, complicated, bittersweet dreams about my mother's final illness and death although, of course, it was completely different (in the circumstances and illness) and the outcome was positive (in that I finally figured out how to save her). This dream was obviously triggered by the passing of M. Kerouac's mother's yesterday, which I believe, has affected us all deeply on this board.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2016 21:38:54 GMT
And yet I have had mild and peaceful dreams, which I am sure that you can understand as well.
But I am bracing myself for a number of traumatic dreams in the future. I just hope that I don't start a series about having forgotten to go to the nursing home, a series that I suffered with my grandmother. (Oh my god, she's still alive -- I think -- why haven't I gone to see her for 3 months?)
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Post by htmb on Mar 17, 2016 21:55:39 GMT
Sometimes my mother or father will visit my dreams now. It's always very nice to see them. They're happy and healthy. I just wish we could have more of a conversation sometimes. :-)
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2016 15:26:19 GMT
I often have dreams ("visits") from dearly departed loved ones. When I was younger, after my father died I had them repeatedly. Initially they kind of frightened me and then I took comfort in them. I dream about my mother quite often.
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Post by whatagain on Mar 21, 2016 21:31:42 GMT
I had one of those dreams I hate. Prefer not to elaborate actually.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2016 14:54:44 GMT
Last night I dreamt I was playing Only Connect against Stephen Fry and I won with the answer "Nova Scotia". Must have been the Côtes du Rhône and organic vanilla ice cream combination.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2016 23:03:29 GMT
For some reason, I had to perform acupuncture on somebody, but instead of tiny needles, it was done with full sized rusty nails attached to nuts and bolts. Once the body had been pierced everywhere, it had to be dipped into some sort of solution that would dissolve all of the metal without it having to be pulled out. Trouble is, I don't even know if the person was still alive by the time my assistants dunked him.
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Post by mich64 on Apr 24, 2016 2:18:26 GMT
I have not been remembering my dreams but since I got home this past Monday, each night I have been waking up wondering where I am! It takes me a few minutes to figure out where I am. I guess it is because I was in three different hotel rooms last week.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2016 19:26:37 GMT
mich, the story of my life. I have four bedrooms in four different buildings that I sleep in regularly and often cannot figure out where I am when I wake up in the middle of the night. Luckily, my husband's condo and my apartment have the bedroom window, door and bathroom in roughly the same configuration so I can stumble there for a pee without too much confusion. God help me if I wake up addled while sleeping in the cabin loft and forget where the ladder is!
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Post by htmb on Apr 27, 2016 10:11:25 GMT
Last night I dreamed about font sizes on various documents.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2016 10:47:02 GMT
I hate completely boring dreams where I have found myself just filing documents or doing the dishes.
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Post by htmb on Apr 27, 2016 11:03:28 GMT
Mine was by no means boring. I was panicked over a decision that could seriously affect one of our clients.
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