Post your dreams

[greg]

i don't even wanna see another one of those......
i wonder how many i've scanned today? (not to mention the barcode only reads those just over half the time)

[karlhenning]

Dreamt of composing last night (something which I do not often dream doing).

[greg]

Dreamt of composing last night (something which I do not often dream doing).

wow, i can't think of a time i have dreamed of composing!
must be a mixture of the timing- what you're working and when that would give that sort of outcome a chance.

[ChamberNut]

That's a cool dream!
Do you mean "fascinating" as in frightening, just "amazing" or both frightening and amazing?
A shark could be a symbol of anything, really, maybe even an abstract concept. To me it sounds like it could just something that's gnawing at the boat (and you have to figure this one out, too). So just do some thinking, maybe it's just something "eating you up" that you might not be aware of or are avoiding?

Both.  I think sharks, in general, are amazing creatures.  Yet, at the same time, some of them can be dangerous, and frightening.  Most of the time, the frightening and dangerous element of sharks are severely blown out of proportion.

It's probably anxiety over my upcoming nuptials.   

[greg]

It's probably anxiety over my upcoming nuptials.   

lol, don't tell your fiancee that!

[ChamberNut]

lol, don't tell your fiancee that!

LOL, I already had told her.     She knows about the recurring shark dreams.

She's probably just as anxious or even more so than I am.  This being her 2nd wedding.

[greg]

hmmmmm you'd think after the 1st time, you wouldn't be nervous......
but of course, i guess that'd be bad reasoning.

[knight66]

I am sure your to-be wife's experience will not be related to a remark made by Dr Johnson to the effect that; To marry for a second time is the triumph of hope over experience.

I hope all goes well. The shark probably just represents the shadow of the putative mother-in-law....if there is going to be one.

Damn, now I am going to get notified every time greg has a dream, or fails to have a dream, or thought he was going to have a dream.

Mike

[karlhenning]

Damn, now I am going to get notified every time greg has a dream, or fails to have a dream, or thought he was going to have a dream.

Or thinks that he saw ChamberNut's fiancée wearing a foam shark-fin on her head.

[Brian]

You REALLY want me to post the dream I had last week?

Well, you asked for it. (Note: due to its extraordinary nature, I already had the description all typed out.) I repeat: You asked for it. 


I had a car and was driving the night streets of Fort Wayne, Indiana – or at least it was allegedly Fort Wayne. I was supposed to pick up my friend [E.O.] and take her somewhere – I can't remember where, but it seemed like it was relatively far away and therefore a rather important task to carry out. While waiting, I (of course) parked in a massive parking lot for a bookstore, intending to go in and browse. [E.O.] was there with her car. [Note: In real life, I'm not even sure she has one.] Naturally this was a problem, since we now had two cars but needed to only use one, but to my surprise this problem was solved when [E.O.] merged the two cars so that the new product was split, in style and paint color, right down the middle from front to back.

At this point details are hazy. Somebody (was it [E.O.]? No; this new person was too flippant) was by my side as we went into another shop instead of the bookstore. It was a sweet shop; we had samples of various kinds of chocolate from the big black guy behind the counter. The first was a chocolate ball with different shades of pink and purple filling, presumably fruit; the others had less chocolate in them and I didn't like them. So I asked for a box of the first kind, but the guy said that they had run out – some story about losing them involving a box of takeout Chinese food. (Why I can't remember, except that it seemed logical though unusual at the time.) I asked if there were any more chocolates available, but the man said we couldn't see them because they were unsuitable for people under the age of 18. (Never mind that I am 18, and my friend, whoever she was, probably was too.)

Anyways, we left, and went into the bookstore (Barnes & Noble). I remember entering alone, but I also remember being with somebody – at this point definitely supposed to be (though not actually) [E.O.]. Anyways, we for some reason (after browsing of shelves) went down to the basement.

The basement was an interesting place. It was circular, for one, and had a domed ceiling which was mostly covered a big round central panel, bright and metallic gray. The floor in the center was darker, possibly a pit, and we stuck to the edges. We walked past a person sitting on the floor who had clearly been there a very long time, but who moved and looked around without acknowledging us. This terrified us: we had heard, apparently, that there was a serious threat of suicide bombers, and it was pretty clear to me that this guy was a potential bomber. On the other side, in a sort of nook, I found an Asian guy in a pinkish shirt and asked him, with bizarre familiarity given I was talking to a stranger, who the guy we had passed was. The response: "Oh, he's dead."

Pardon?

Well, it turned out that there was some contorted story, which naturally made tons of sense at the time, involving the obviously living guy being somebody else who had taken the dead guy's identity, in such a way that, although he was clearly alive and somebody else, everyone treated him as if he were dead. This explanation given, I promptly forgot about the suicide bomber stuff.

Within a moment our corner of the basement was just plain filled with people. Who knows how – but naturally it turned into social hour, and only a handful of moments stand out. In one, I was dealt into a card game with long white plastic things instead of cards, except that when I turned away and then looked back, they were baseball cards. Inaccurate baseball cards, too, with no relation between player picture, name and team. Anyway, somehow a few of us played a game with these, throwing them into a pile and maintaining a hand and so on. The other truly interesting moment was when I telephoned (or perhaps was telephoned by) fellow [college student] [J.W.], and we talked about how she was doing at home in New York. What made this conversation unusual was that at one point [J.W.] was in front of me and I gave her a hug. I was still on the phone talking to her (in New York), but she (in Indiana) was definitely not on the phone with me.

Eventually (I do not remember how or what happened along the way) we all left and went outside. By this time it was one in the morning, and bright as midday. It was also, oddly, frozen and frosted over outside, though it did not feel cold. This is the second time, incidentally, that one of my more memorable dreams has featured frozen-over ground at a time when it ordinarily would not make sense; the first was at my high school graduation, which took place in Michigan, featured all the kids from my Texas high school, and had me leaving the building to find ice on the sidewalks and snowbanks on the ground. In that dream the snowbanks were speckled with bloody dead bodies, so I became afraid and ran back inside; in this dream, too, the ice metaphor appeared in tandem with a dead body, but this time it was the allegedly "dead" guy from the basement. He and two other people were in the back of my car, with its separate styling on the left and right sides. They were sitting facing the left, for some reason, their arms outstretched. The person who was allegedly [E.O.] told me that she had felt awfully sorry for the dead guy, since he'd been left by himself the whole time and was apparently deeply misunderstood and really very nice once you got to know him. There was never an explanation of the identity of the other two people.

Eventually, at some point after this, I opened my eyes to roll over and the dream ended. I do not remember what was happening when the dream ended, unfortunately, though I do remember scattered fragments of other events or images which do not fit into the overall chronology. One was a moment when I was driving down a freeway in the dead of night, allegedly a freeway in Fort Wayne but not like anything else I've ever seen – incredibly wide, and EVERYTHING in sight was completely black with thin white outlines around the edges. It was almost like driving through a cartoon. And that was another fragmentary memory – Calvin, Hobbes and Opus the penguin, all on the page but in a cartoon I can't remember in which all three appeared together. There were other things, but they too are fading fast into the haze of memory.

Some questions are unanswered – who was the person with me in the chocolate shop? Why could I see through the roof of my car when there were the three random people in the backseat at the end? Why was it bright outside at one in the morning? Why, when we emerged into the bright night air, were we in front of the Super Target store in Canton, Michigan? What exactly was the physics of merging two cars together? Where were we supposed to be going? How exactly did the bookstore come to be open at such a late hour? Are there suicide bombers in Fort Wayne, Indiana? Why was my car mostly invisible while I drove it? How exactly could [J.W.] be in two places at once? How did I even know I was in Fort Wayne? Was there any importance to the appearances of racial minorities, or the roles of men versus women? Why did one of the baseball cards list John Lannan as a pitcher for the Boston Red Sox who lost 15 games? Who were all those people who showed up in the basement? Since when do I like chocolates with fruit in them?

Also, what did the whole thing mean?

[greg]

Fascinating, Brian. I had a fun time reading all that. This is definitely categorized as an epic dream. For me, epic dreams happen on average once every month or two. But this dream here is possibly longer than any I can think of now.

I had a car and was driving the night streets of Fort Wayne, Indiana – or at least it was allegedly Fort Wayne.

Think of the last reference you've had to "Fort Wayne". I can't remember the last time I've heard that name before.

Naturally this was a problem, since we now had two cars but needed to only use one, but to my surprise this problem was solved when [E.O.] merged the two cars so that the new product was split, in style and paint color, right down the middle from front to back.

hehe nothing is impossible in a dream, that's why they're so cool

At this point details are hazy. Somebody (was it [E.O.]? No; this new person was too flippant) was by my side as we went into another shop instead of the bookstore.

I know what you mean by this. You know somebody is by your side, yet you don't get a clear visual imagery. I can recall specific dreams where this has happened. Not long ago (maybe a week ago) my mom mentioned how this happens in her dreams- you can't see them, but you know who they are, or might be (but aren't 100% sure). Of course, my dad laughed at that and thinks we're crazy (since he rarely dreams).

It was a sweet shop; we had samples of various kinds of chocolate from the big black guy behind the counter. The first was a chocolate ball with different shades of pink and purple filling, presumably fruit;

the first image that I brought to mind was the candy store episode in Animaniacs.
That's because I just watched it again not long ago. If you would've posted this just a month ago, I'd have brought to mind the candy store from the mall, except i haven't been around there for over a year. Interesting how that works, isn't it?
What's the candy store that comes to mind for you? Most of the time it's very easy to find a model from reality.

the others had less chocolate in them and I didn't like them. So I asked for a box of the first kind, but the guy said that they had run out – some story about losing them involving a box of takeout Chinese food. (Why I can't remember, except that it seemed logical though unusual at the time.) I asked if there were any more chocolates available, but the man said we couldn't see them because they were unsuitable for people under the age of 18. (Never mind that I am 18, and my friend, whoever she was, probably was too.)

almost sounds like a twist on the scene from Animaniacs- you weren't watching that, were you? 

Anyways, we left, and went into the bookstore (Barnes & Noble). I remember entering alone, but I also remember being with somebody – at this point definitely supposed to be (though not actually) [E.O.]. Anyways, we for some reason (after browsing of shelves) went down to the basement.

The basement was an interesting place. It was circular, for one, and had a domed ceiling which was mostly covered a big round central panel, bright and metallic gray. The floor in the center was darker, possibly a pit, and we stuck to the edges. We walked past a person sitting on the floor who had clearly been there a very long time, but who moved and looked around without acknowledging us. This terrified us: we had heard, apparently, that there was a serious threat of suicide bombers, and it was pretty clear to me that this guy was a potential bomber. On the other side, in a sort of nook, I found an Asian guy in a pinkish shirt and asked him, with bizarre familiarity given I was talking to a stranger, who the guy we had passed was. The response:

"Oh, he's dead."

Pardon?

Well, it turned out that there was some contorted story, which naturally made tons of sense at the time, involving the obviously living guy being somebody else who had taken the dead guy's identity, in such a way that, although he was clearly alive and somebody else, everyone treated him as if he were dead. This explanation given, I promptly forgot about the suicide bomber stuff.

This sounds like something coming from a movie or a book.......

Within a moment our corner of the basement was just plain filled with people. Who knows how – but naturally it turned into social hour, and only a handful of moments stand out. In one, I was dealt into a card game with long white plastic things instead of cards, except that when I turned away and then looked back, they were baseball cards. Inaccurate baseball cards, too, with no relation between player picture, name and team. Anyway, somehow a few of us played a game with these, throwing them into a pile and maintaining a hand and so on.

The other truly interesting moment was when I telephoned (or perhaps was telephoned by) fellow [college student] [J.W.], and we talked about how she was doing at home in New York. What made this conversation unusual was that at one point [J.W.] was in front of me and I gave her a hug. I was still on the phone talking to her (in New York), but she (in Indiana) was definitely not on the phone with me.

haha i guess your mind was just trying to represent something vague- which is contact with that person. Except it couldn't decide whether it wanted to telephone or talk in real life! 

Eventually (I do not remember how or what happened along the way) we all left and went outside. By this time it was one in the morning, and bright as midday. It was also, oddly, frozen and frosted over outside, though it did not feel cold. This is the second time, incidentally, that one of my more memorable dreams has featured frozen-over ground at a time when it ordinarily would not make sense; the first was at my high school graduation, which took place in Michigan, featured all the kids from my Texas high school, and had me leaving the building to find ice on the sidewalks and snowbanks on the ground.

Hmmmmm can you recall where that imagery might've came from? Or is it unique to your dream?

In that dream the snowbanks were speckled with bloody dead bodies, so I became afraid and ran back inside; in this dream, too, the ice metaphor appeared in tandem with a dead body, but this time it was the allegedly "dead" guy from the basement.

lol, interesting to see a connection there..... good short-term memory maybe?

He and two other people were in the back of my car, with its separate styling on the left and right sides. They were sitting facing the left, for some reason, their arms outstretched.

The person who was allegedly [E.O.] told me that she had felt awfully sorry for the dead guy, since he'd been left by himself the whole time and was apparently deeply misunderstood and really very nice once you got to know him. There was never an explanation of the identity of the other two people.

sounds like i could've dreamed that part..... except the only person that'd be would be Allen Iverson (yeah, i know it sounds bizarre), since i've heard him as being "misunderstood" etc.

Eventually, at some point after this, I opened my eyes to roll over and the dream ended. I do not remember what was happening when the dream ended, unfortunately, though I do remember scattered fragments of other events or images which do not fit into the overall chronology. One was a moment when I was driving down a freeway in the dead of night, allegedly a freeway in Fort Wayne but not like anything else I've ever seen – incredibly wide, and EVERYTHING in sight was completely black with thin white outlines around the edges. It was almost like driving through a cartoon. And that was another fragmentary memory – Calvin, Hobbes and Opus the penguin, all on the page but in a cartoon I can't remember in which all three appeared together. There were other things, but they too are fading fast into the haze of memory.

this happens to me a lot, a large dream, waking up a short while, then falling back to sleep to dream fragments.

Some questions are unanswered – who was the person with me in the chocolate shop?

who did it feel like?
I'm still trying to answer a similar question to one of my dreams- the best I can come up with is that it was a distortion of a couple different people, in the form of a black shadow.

Why could I see through the roof of my car when there were the three random people in the backseat at the end?

lol

Why was it bright outside at one in the morning?

maybe you subconsciously thought "it's 1 in the morning" halfway knowing you're asleep, but at the same time thinking it's daytime in your dream?

How exactly did the bookstore come to be open at such a late hour?

it was light out......so.....

Are there suicide bombers in Fort Wayne, Indiana?

sounds like an irrational fear..... or an idea from a movie....... or a recollection of the last time you heard about suicide bombers....

Why was my car mostly invisible while I drove it?

cuz we can't exactly picture things as we'd like to! 
just try to picture your car...... not as perfect as actually seeing it! There's a tendency to focus on it for a second and that's it. Now picture your car while drunk! 
just visual distortion, same thing as with your friend.

Why did one of the baseball cards list John Lannan as a pitcher for the Boston Red Sox who lost 15 games?

[/quote]
i've never heard of him....... how did you hear about him?

Also, what did the whole thing mean?

nothing, since dreams are just a progression of thoughts (the difference being you're asleep). So for a long dream like this, there's just a bunch of different little meanings.

some actually do have one meaning- those are dream fragments, what i mentioned before.... sometimes i'd just picture myself riding my bike through a totally distorted version of my old neighborhood. Freud would call the distortion a "censor". But usually this is ridiculous when applied to a dream like this (if he would apply it). It's just lack of visual memory, which is worse when you're asleep. Plus, the bike was invisible, an i might've went through some houses. And it felt more like I was in a 1st person of Jet Moto.....

[greg]

Also, you said that you used to compose music in your head on the introduction thread. Just make up stuff, although you couldn't remember the themes long enough for a recap.
This is exactly what I used to do all the time! (and still do sometimes)
(And often I go to the piano to do this in real life, complete improvisation and pretending i'm writing a masterwork  )
I think dreaming is very similar to this, except instead of composer, we're directors, since visual memory is most likely to be played back while sleeping (and it still sucks). Interestingly, talking happens way more than music (which is very rare), but that's another story......

[ChamberNut]

Brian,

We're you perhaps singing Old MacDonald with your friend?   

[greg]

scary dreams.....
night before last, imagined sleeping on the couch in either my house or my aunt's house (couldn't decide which one) when someone (a burglar?) comes in through the garage and runs over to me and "gets" me (then i wake up). Yeah, that moment was probably scarier than any moment in a horror movie....

last night, another dream about storms/lightning. Went to my friend's house to play guitar in his garage...for some reason the neighbors were painting the driveways blue. It was some crazy old Russian couple that in real life doesn't actually live there (but obviously were modeled after customers i've met at work). Strange, since the Jamaican couple who moved into our house painted all the walls crazy colors.... anyways, i had to go home because in the sky, there were EXTREMELY black thunderclouds, mixed with blue sky. I had to get back home in time (but for some reason i thought i still lived in the neighborhood less than a mile away, but that was years ago). So I run home before the cloud would arrive, then i lose focus and take the 1st person of a bee, and wake up. (the bee view is another theme in my dreams)

[knight66]

See, I knew it...i bloody knew it.

Mike

[BachQ]

and take the 1st person of a bee, and wake up. (the bee view is another theme in my dreams)

What does this mean?

[ChamberNut]

What does this mean?

That Greg is dreaming of becoming a beekeeper with Sean.

[BachQ]

That Greg is dreaming of becoming a beekeeper with Sean.

Greg's overpowering goal is to photograph and catalog beehives ...... he doesn't want to be a beekeeper .......

[greg]

See, I knew it...i bloody knew it.

Mike

mwahahahahaha i made the whole thing up just so you'd have to read it 

(in serial, i joke)

That Greg is dreaming of becoming a beekeeper with Sean.

I call this beehive "Shostakovich"


This one is called "Mao's happy fun time"


This one is "Happy Hump Village"

[BachQ]

This one is "Happy Hump Village"

Cool!

Greg, that belongs in Sean's BEEHIVE PICS THREAD ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !