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Title: Dreams
Post by: Sofia on July 12, 2018, 09:55:08 AM
A disembodied male voice said, "Remember that woman who was mowed down at a mall?  I'd like to see something like that happen to you.  I'm practised at 'remote gets' ".

Then a handsome lithe man in his 20s walked toward me in the kitchen, brandishing a large sharp metal object.

Gee, what a "get" I'd be, lol.  That's hilarious.  Pick on someone your own size, your own age, your own health, and in your own economic bracket or admit cowardice.
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: pate on July 15, 2018, 11:56:04 PM

Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Sofia on July 16, 2018, 01:50:47 AM
Neato :).
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Sofia on June 29, 2019, 02:38:16 AM
My mom and I were shopping.  We walked into the store from different directions through the lot and sidewalks.  Afterward, I stopped to help a lady in a wheel chair.  Mom was annoyed on the way out, thought I was dallying.  I didn't take the time to explain, I just hurried to catch up with her.  She knew I needed to go get my keys, bag and cat so I could ride with her to her place.  Instead of going to my car or home to get my purse and keys, I went to where I knew they were, with my cat, they were down the easement inside my old lidded 6 X 12 chain link kennel on the grass of land owned by the store.

I entered the kennel to get my bag and saw the cat.  Couldn't find my keys or bag right away.  Three big dogs from an unknown residence down the road entered the kennel magically (since all the doors were closed).  I worried for my disabled cat's safety.  They didn't seem aggressive so I swallowed my panic and shooed them away.  They left.  I picked up my cat and her heart was beating fast, but she's a trooper.  Her side was swollen like organ trouble, more than usual.  I set her down to resume looking for my bag and keys.  It was getting dark.

Some lady came and told me my kennel could not stay on the easement.  I agreed and said I was leaving and would take it down soon.  I was frought that those dogs would come back, and bother or hurt my elderly cat, so I asked a lady to guard the part of the kennel they beamed in through.  She was nice, but I still couldn't find my keys or bag.  Some other lady came in and tried to mess with my many belongings.  I told her to stop because we needed to find my bag and keys.  She wouldn't stop messing with stuff that was irrelevant, so I started to bite her arm.  She said if I bit her, she would call the cops, so I stopped biting her.  I didn't bite her.  I woke up.

It was just a dream, so I should have bitten her.  I don't think ethics apply in dreams.
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Rikki Gins on June 29, 2019, 01:00:39 PM
My mom and I were shopping.  We walked into the store from different directions through the lot and sidewalks.  Afterward, I stopped to help a lady in a wheel chair.  Mom was annoyed on the way out, thought I was dallying.  I didn't take the time to explain, I just hurried to catch up with her.  She knew I needed to go get my keys, bag and cat so I could ride with her to her place.  Instead of going to my car or home to get my purse and keys, I went to where I knew they were, with my cat, they were down the easement inside my old lidded 6 X 12 chain link kennel on the grass of land owned by the store.

I entered the kennel to get my bag and saw the cat.  Couldn't find my keys or bag right away.  Three big dogs from an unknown residence down the road entered the kennel magically (since all the doors were closed).  I worried for my disabled cat's safety.  They didn't seem aggressive so I swallowed my panic and shooed them away.  They left.  I picked up my cat and her heart was beating fast, but she's a trooper.  Her side was swollen like organ trouble, more than usual.  I set her down to resume looking for my bag and keys.  It was getting dark.

Some lady came and told me my kennel could not stay on the easement.  I agreed and said I was leaving and would take it down soon.  I was frought that those dogs would come back, and bother or hurt my elderly cat, so I asked a lady to guard the part of the kennel they beamed in through.  She was nice, but I still couldn't find my keys or bag.  Some other lady came in and tried to mess with my many belongings.  I told her to stop because we needed to find my bag and keys.  She wouldn't stop messing with stuff that was irrelevant, so I started to bite her arm.  She said if I bit her, she would call the cops, so I stopped biting her.  I didn't bite her.  I woke up.

It was just a dream, so I should have bitten her.  I don't think ethics apply in dreams.
Yes, it was totally OK for you to have bitten the lady and it sounds like you got some good ones in before she threatened you with the cops.  That's the nice thing about dreams.  You can freely do things that you wouldn't ordinarily get away with in the real (?) world.
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Sofia on July 02, 2019, 04:35:16 AM
Yes, it was totally OK for you to have bitten the lady and it sounds like you got some good ones in before she threatened you with the cops.  That's the nice thing about dreams.  You can freely do things that you wouldn't ordinarily get away with in the real (?) world.
I'm glad you understand, Rikki.  It might not be Biblical, but it's just pretend!
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Rikki Gins on July 02, 2019, 03:10:35 PM
I'm glad you understand, Rikki.  It might not be Biblical, but it's just pretend!

I know, and yet most of the time I let morals and guilt prevent me from having a real fun time while dreaming.

A couple of nights back, I had four fun dream segments in the middle of the night and I actually thought to myself, now how am I going to remember them?  Oh...I know, I'll remember by referring to them as 'elements'...that will surely do the trick!  So I went back to sleep and forgot about the dreams until later on, the next day.  I remember that I had called them elements instead of segments, but that didn't work.  I could only remember the second dream segment.  I was back in school and I had to get past a number of teachers in the hallway, so I climbed up to the ceiling and crawled past them by grabbing the overhead lights.  I dropped down inside a teacher's room and she was sympathetic to my plight and didn't give me away.

It's too bad really, because dream number three was especially good, but I can't remember anything about it.  I know that people will say that I should keep a pad and pencil nearby to record the dreams with.  The trouble is, if I were to do such a thing, I'd wake myself up for the rest of the night.
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Rikki Gins on July 14, 2019, 04:37:01 AM
This dream is for you, so pay the price
Make one dream come true, you only live twice

Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 08, 2019, 07:29:13 PM
I dreamt that I was aboard a bus full of people and as we were riding along, word was received that a number of enemy nuclear missiles had been launched against us.  All of the passengers had quite a lively discussion about the horrible occurrence.  Apparently, there was still time to make it to our homes, because the driver continued along, stopping every so often to let some passengers off.  Eventually, there were only three of us left on the bus.  The driver, a beautiful blonde haired woman and myself.  We came to a crossroads and the driver flipped out.  He opened the doors to the bus and ran off like a shot.  I took the wheel and asked the pretty girl where she wanted to go.  I drove her to her destination and we both got off the bus.  We were standing on a lovely green hill.  I tried to recall some of the things that the people were saying on the bus but I couldn't.  I tried to picture the people on the bus but they were faceless.  I couldn't remember anything because that beautiful blonde was beckoning me into the clover. 
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: KSM32 on August 08, 2019, 09:03:59 PM
I dreamt that I was aboard a bus full of people and as we were riding along, word was received that a number of enemy nuclear missiles had been launched against us.  All of the passengers had quite a lively discussion about the horrible occurrence.  Apparently, there was still time to make it to our homes, because the driver continued along, stopping every so often to let some passengers off.  Eventually, there were only three of us left on the bus.  The driver, a beautiful blonde haired woman and myself.  We came to a crossroads and the driver flipped out.  He opened the doors to the bus and ran off like a shot.  I took the wheel and asked the pretty girl where she wanted to go.  I drove her to her destination and we both got off the bus.  We were standing on a lovely green hill.  I tried to recall some of the things that the people were saying on the bus but I couldn't.  I tried to picture the people on the bus but they were faceless.  I couldn't remember anything because that beautiful blonde was beckoning me into the clover. 
Well that's a cliffhanger there..  Part 2. What Happens Inside The Clover. Stay tuned?





Anybody ever have disorganized travel dreams?


Wake up in another land, can't find passport, where is all my stuff? How am I going to get to the airport and where is my horse?


Stressful travel dreams; the only dreams I ever have for years now. Exhausting. I wake up jetlagged  :-\
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 09, 2019, 06:35:01 PM
Well that's a cliffhanger there..  Part 2. What Happens Inside The Clover. Stay tuned?





Anybody ever have disorganized travel dreams?


Wake up in another land, can't find passport, where is all my stuff? How am I going to get to the airport and where is my horse?


Stressful travel dreams; the only dreams I ever have for years now. Exhausting. I wake up jetlagged  :-\

@KSM, let me compliment you on your perceptiveness.  Alas, I'm afraid there was no part two to my dream.  The offer to have me join her in the clover shocked me so much that I woke up.  There have been times when I've had fun dream sex but sadly, this wasn't one of them.
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: KSM32 on August 09, 2019, 07:16:06 PM
@KSM, let me compliment you on your perceptiveness.  Alas, I'm afraid there was no part two to my dream.  The offer to have me join her in the clover shocked me so much that I woke up.  There have been times when I've had fun dream sex but sadly, this wasn't one of them.
Well, we can't say with any certainty that she wasn't trying to lead you back to the tribe where you would be eaten for dinner. Just sayin' you may have dodged a hypothetical bullet chomping.
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 09, 2019, 07:33:07 PM
Well, we can't say with any certainty that she wasn't trying to lead you back to the tribe where you would be eaten for dinner. Just sayin' you may have dodged a hypothetical bullet chomping.
Ha!  So true.
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Robert on August 10, 2019, 07:48:59 PM
Anybody ever have disorganized travel dreams?

Wake up in another land, can't find passport, where is all my stuff? How am I going to get to the airport and where is my horse?
All.  The.  Time.  I'd no idea it was a common theme of others' dreams, though.
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 06, 2019, 11:03:42 PM
I had three unrelated dreams the other night.

The first one found me walking around in a local shopping mall.  I rode up the escalator to an upper floor and there stood that Sig guy from the crab catching show The Deadliest Catch.  He didn't quite look the same, he was kind of bloated looking and his face was somewhat swollen.  He was surrounded by some friends who obviously weren't crab fishermen because they were all kind of out of shape looking, too.  Still, I wouldn't have minded talking to Sig, but as I walked up to him I fell into the next dream.

I had parked my car on a street some ways down from my house, so I got in and drove backwards to my driveway.  I put my foot on the brakes and instead of slowing down, it was like I was stepping on the gas pedal.  My driveway zipped by and no matter what I did, I was going faster and faster down the street, backwards.  All I could thing to do was hold onto the steering wheel and hope that I could keep driving straight.  I zoomed up a small hill and onto some stairs of a house.  I crashed through the front door and the next thing I knew, I was driving backwards down somebody's hallway.  Since both sides of the car were being wedged in by the walls of the hallway, I was able to slow down somewhat, and finally came to a stop.  I got out of the car and exited the house.  An elderly woman came out, wearing a bathrobe.  She said that I had broken one of her arms, and I felt really bad about it.  I was very happy to escape into the third dream.

I found myself walking the streets of my beloved town of Monroe, Oregon.  It was night, and it must have been some time in the future because all of the houses and buildings were giving off beautiful rays of colored light.  Not light coming from inside of them, it was more like the structures themselves were glowing.  I walked by my grandfather's pool hall and saw that it had been re-built in all it's wooden splendor.  The same with the Monroe house, (my grandparent's house) it had been totally re-created and looked just as it did when I stayed there so many years ago.  Everything was closed up though and I couldn't go inside any of the buildings, but I was very happy to see that everything was just as I remembered it as a kid.  I noticed that there was no sign at all of the Dollar General store that had been built pretty close to where the Monroe house used to be.  I definitely woke up happy.
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Robert on September 10, 2019, 09:42:29 AM
Anybody ever have disorganized travel dreams?
Like for instance recently one in which I kept "going home", only to realize when I was almost there or had actually arrived that either I no longer lived where I was going, or had never lived there and had confused it with some other destination.
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: KSM32 on September 10, 2019, 05:46:29 PM
Like for instance recently one in which I kept "going home", only to realize when I was almost there or had actually arrived that either I no longer lived where I was going, or had never lived there and had confused it with some other destination.
@Robert Yeah that sounds familiar. I'm always trying to get "home' to the house I spent my teenage years in (about five minutes away from where I'm standing) but when I get there I soon realize I really never had anywhere to go because there's already a family that lives there and for some reason they reluctantly let me in and things are just awkward. If the dream keeps going past that point I have to look for work and start all over. I fucking hate this dream, it's exhausting.
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: StarrMountain on September 11, 2019, 05:20:39 AM
Well that's a cliffhanger there..  Part 2. What Happens Inside The Clover. Stay tuned?





Anybody ever have disorganized travel dreams?


Wake up in another land, can't find passport, where is all my stuff? How am I going to get to the airport and where is my horse?


Stressful travel dreams; the only dreams I ever have for years now. Exhausting. I wake up jetlagged  :-\
Yes, I have.

Another land?  No
Passport?  No.
Where's my stuff?  Yes
Getting to the airport?  Airport, no.  Other destination, yes.
Where's my Horse?  YES!  I have that dream frequently.

Oh, yeah.  +1 ;D
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 21, 2019, 01:16:10 PM
I had a number of dreams last night but as I woke up, I could only remember two of them.  The first one found me back in school.  I was a young, grade school student, sitting in class and there was a rather pretty teacher who had nice, long, brown hair.  I can't remember what was being taught, not that it mattered because there was a time shift and I was fast forwarded a number of years into the future.  I was still at the school, and so was the teacher.  She was quite older, yet still fine looking.  I remember including myself in that assessment.  (The quite older part, anyway.) 

Dream two was yet another 'car gone wild' dream.  I was a private investigator and was tailing somebody that had to do with some kind of case I was working on.  I remember that it was mega important that I keep up with that person.  My job depended on it.  But wouldn't you know, we got separated in traffic and the person I was following got way ahead of me.  This was a city street and the traffic began to get really packed, bumper to bumper.  I thought to myself that the only way to catch up with that person was to avoid the heavy traffic by leaving the city and making my way out into the country.  I drove out into the country and By George, I could see my target person way, way off in the distance.  I stepped on the gas to gain some speed and my car started going extra fast. It took off like a dragster and there was no use in applying the brakes.  There was an intersection coming up and my lane had the stop sign.  I was going way too fast to be able to stop and make the turn.  All I could think to do was steer myself off the road and onto a big field where I was able to turn in a vast, wide arc.  This allowed me to intersect with the road once again, and wonder of wonders, I was directly behind the person that I had been following.  I wasn't going fast anymore, either.


Part of my dream as seen from above:

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Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Sofia on September 25, 2019, 08:18:49 PM
I had a number of dreams last night but as I woke up, I could only remember two of them.  The first one found me back in school.  I was a young, grade school student, sitting in class and there was a rather pretty teacher who had nice, long, brown hair.  I can't remember what was being taught, not that it mattered because there was a time shift and I was fast forwarded a number of years into the future.  I was still at the school, and so was the teacher.  She was quite older, yet still fine looking.  I remember including myself in that assessment.  (The quite older part, anyway.) 

Dream two was yet another 'car gone wild' dream.  I was a private investigator and was tailing somebody that had to do with some kind of case I was working on.  I remember that it was mega important that I keep up with that person.  My job depended on it.  But wouldn't you know, we got separated in traffic and the person I was following got way ahead of me.  This was a city street and the traffic began to get really packed, bumper to bumper.  I thought to myself that the only way to catch up with that person was to avoid the heavy traffic by leaving the city and making my way out into the country.  I drove out into the country and By George, I could see my target person way, way off in the distance.  I stepped on the gas to gain some speed and my car started going extra fast. It took off like a dragster and there was no use in applying the brakes.  There was an intersection coming up and my lane had the stop sign.  I was going way too fast to be able to stop and make the turn.  All I could think to do was steer myself off the road and onto a big field where I was able to turn in a vast, wide arc.  This allowed me to intersect with the road once again, and wonder of wonders, I was directly behind the person that I had been following.  I wasn't going fast anymore, either.


Part of my dream as seen from above:

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Dream experts would say your vehicle represents your ambition (about something) and the other person's represented their ambitions.  So, they might say, your ambition was trying to get beside the other person's ambition (about something, could be any topic.) even if you had to distance yourself a lot as a strategy.  I have a lot of vehicle dreams, too.

I recently dreamed my driver's front tire was flat and someone was working on it.  Guess I lost my ambition for something.
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 25, 2019, 09:03:33 PM
Dream experts would say your vehicle represents your ambition (about something) and the other person's represented their ambitions.  So, they might say, your ambition was trying to get beside the other person's ambition (about something, could be any topic.) even if you had to distance yourself a lot as a strategy.  I have a lot of vehicle dreams, too.

I recently dreamed my driver's front tire was flat and someone was working on it.  Guess I lost my ambition for something.

I really enjoy your dream analysis, Sofia.  Thank you.
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Rikki Gins on October 14, 2019, 12:37:53 PM
I dreamt that I was in a grocery store and I grabbed a cart to push around.  It was a large cart, the kind I don't ordinarily select to put my groceries in (smaller sized carts are of more use to me) but there I was nonetheless, pushing it along the aisles.  Suddenly, the cart came alive and I could tell right off that it didn't like me pushing on it.  It reared up it's front wheels and spun around, trying to throw my hands off of it.  But I held on tight, though my feet actually left the floor for a bit.  That cart was really pissed off and it continued to thrash all around and I could hardly hold on.  It bashed into a big display of canned goods and it sent the cans flying in all directions.  Fellow shoppers were watching the spectacle in amazement and I was glad that there were witnesses to verify the fact that the shopping cart had indeed come alive.  Except, right before I woke up, I had a strange thought that there were probably lots of spectators who were thinking that I was actually making the cart look as if it were going wild, and, come to think of it, how could I prove otherwise?
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Rikki Gins on November 22, 2019, 11:48:40 PM
I dreamt that I was riding on a slow moving bus, looking out a window at a strange, carnival like town.  There were amusement rides here and there.  A line of prostitutes waved at me to get off the bus and come visit with them, but I stayed in my seat.  Further down the street a man called out to say that he had a genuine murder victim on display and that I could enter a tent to get a closer look, for a nominal fee, of course.    
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Rikki Gins on November 26, 2019, 02:54:07 PM
I dreamt that I was aboard a flying saucer, though I hasten to add that I can't remember a single thing about the flight.  I only remember the landing.  The pilot maneuvered very carefully over an open area of land, somewhere in Africa.  There was a watering hole nearby and I could see a bunch of animals getting drinks there.  The pilot brought the saucer gently down to the ground but instead of stopping, the spacecraft kept going down.  He had inadvertently landed onto a quicksand pit.  We must have sunk a good six feet or so until we came to a full stop.  I looked out a side window and all I could see was, what else?... a solid glob of quicksand.  I watched as a crewmember got out a strange looking rifle of sorts.  It almost looked like a kid's toy.  It was very plasticky looking and there were multiple triggers on it.  He walked over to the saucer's dome and put the end of the gun into a small hole.  It  must have been a laser gun of some type because he blasted away all of the quicksand that was covering us.  All that was left was a big opening and the deep blue sky of Africa.  Some gnus wandered over and peered down at us.   
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: anniem on November 26, 2019, 03:04:37 PM
He had inadvertently landed onto a quicksand pit.   

Oh I just hate when that happens. 
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Rikki Gins on March 25, 2020, 02:43:42 PM
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Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: juan on March 25, 2020, 02:47:44 PM
I dreamed there was a convenience store near me, open and selling name brand potato chips.
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Jayzelady on March 25, 2020, 02:59:41 PM
I dreamed there was a convenience store near me, open and selling name brand potato chips.

Did they have toilet paper? 😬
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: PB on March 25, 2020, 03:08:28 PM
Did they have toilet paper? 😬


No
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Jayzelady on March 26, 2020, 12:58:19 PM


No

Darn!
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Rikki Gins on April 06, 2020, 09:19:05 PM
I dreamt that I was working for the Clintons.  You know, Bill and Hillary.  I get the idea I was some kind of servant or something.  I don't know what kind of schedule I was keeping.  Apparently, I could sleep whenever I wanted to because I was small talking with Bill one second, and then climbing on top of a big flat table to catch some zzzz's the next.  I wasn't on the table alone for long though.  Hillary crawled up onto it and snuggled up to me.  I was surprised, especially with Bill being in the room, but he didn't seem to mind.  He was happily talking away on a telephone.  I was pleased because I have always had a crush on Hillary.  I was afraid to move though.  I thought that if I made any kind of movement it would break the spell, so to speak. 

Right then Bill called me over.  He said that he had an important mission for me.  They were going to have a big gourmet hotdog dinner later that night and I was to locate at least five different styles of pickle relish.  So I said "Sure thing." and headed out the door.

I shouldn't have spoken so confidently because it wasn't all that easy to locate five different styles of pickle relish.  I visited several stores and wasn't able to find a single container of the stuff. 

Finally, I went into a mega big grocery store.  Surely I would have better luck there.  This was one highbrow store.  There was a full fledged marching band standing in one of the aisles.  A cheerleader, dressed in white, stood before the band members, whistle in mouth, ready to signal them to march.

Like any store, this place was broken up into different sections.  I walked into a cake section and sure enough, there were people sitting at tables, eating cake.  No relish there, of course.

I entered a full fledged restaurant inside the store and spotted a large jar of relish sitting in an area where cooks were busily frying up hamburgers and steaks.  No, still not the place where I could find the types of relish I was looking for. 

I asked a full sized tiger where the condiments section was.  (The place was like Disneyland with people dressed up like cartoon characters.)  This particular tiger was standing up like a person and it walked me over to some bottles of ketchup and mustard.  And relish!  Only two kinds, though.  Sweet pickle relish and dill relish.  Well, I thought to myself, times are hard and the Clintons will just have to make do with two types of pickle relish.

I looked across the store and spotted a big jackrabbit.  It was about two or three times the size of a person.  It looked around and did a quick, ninety degree turn without crashing into the stocked shelves.  I pictured the person inside of the rabbit suit, pulling all manners of ropes and levers.  "Talented."  I remember thinking to myself.         
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: PolkaDot on April 06, 2020, 10:23:49 PM
I dreamt that I was working for the Clintons.  You know, Bill and Hillary.  I get the idea I was some kind of servant or something.  I don't know what kind of schedule I was keeping.  Apparently, I could sleep whenever I wanted to because I was small talking with Bill one second, and then climbing on top of a big flat table to catch some zzzz's the next.  I wasn't on the table alone for long though.  Hillary crawled up onto it and snuggled up to me.  I was surprised, especially with Bill being in the room, but he didn't seem to mind.  He was happily talking away on a telephone.  I was pleased because I have always had a crush on Hillary.  I was afraid to move though.  I thought that if I made any kind of movement it would break the spell, so to speak. 

Right then Bill called me over.  He said that he had an important mission for me.  They were going to have a big gourmet hotdog dinner later that night and I was to locate at least five different styles of pickle relish.  So I said "Sure thing." and headed out the door.

I shouldn't have spoken so confidently because it wasn't all that easy to locate five different styles of pickle relish.  I visited several stores and wasn't able to find a single container of the stuff. 

Finally, I went into a mega big grocery store.  Surely I would have better luck there.  This was one highbrow store.  There was a full fledged marching band standing in one of the aisles.  A cheerleader, dressed in white, stood before the band members, whistle in mouth, ready to signal them to march.

Like any store, this place was broken up into different sections.  I walked into a cake section and sure enough, there were people sitting at tables, eating cake.  No relish there, of course.

I entered a full fledged restaurant inside the store and spotted a large jar of relish sitting in an area where cooks were busily frying up hamburgers and steaks.  No, still not the place where I could find the types of relish I was looking for. 

I asked a full sized tiger where the condiments section was.  (The place was like Disneyland with people dressed up like cartoon characters.)  This particular tiger was standing up like a person and it walked me over to some bottles of ketchup and mustard.  And relish!  Only two kinds, though.  Sweet pickle relish and dill relish.  Well, I thought to myself, times are hard and the Clintons will just have to make do with two types of pickle relish.

I looked across the store and spotted a big jackrabbit.  It was about two or three times the size of a person.  It looked around and did a quick, ninety degree turn without crashing into the stocked shelves.  I pictured the person inside of the rabbit suit, pulling all manners of ropes and levers.  "Talented."  I remember thinking to myself.         
This is amazing!
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Rikki Gins on April 15, 2020, 08:26:41 PM
I dreamt that I was having a full fledged party in my living room.  Friends and strangers alike were gleefully consuming drinks and eats and talking and laughing with each other.  Then I remembered, people weren't supposed to be gathering together, so I stepped outside to avoid the crowd.  It was a bright, sunny day out there.  I walked down onto my front lawn and looked up at the sky.  I saw two big humpback whales up there.  They were as high as the clouds and they weren't flying either.  They were swimming.  From my perspective, it looked as though they were swimming circles around the sun. 

But how did I know that they were swimming and not flying?  Because some ancient god silently whispered some historical information into my dream mind.  Apparently, when living creatures first began to appear on the earth, the atmosphere was thicker, like seawater, so naturally the whales would be swimming around up there.  But as time went by, the seawater atmosphere began to burn away and after millions of years, the level of the seawater atmosphere went down until all that remains of it today are the oceans of the world.  And the whales went down with it. 

I guess I was seeing things as they were, all those millions of years ago.         
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: anniem on April 15, 2020, 09:39:48 PM
I dreamt that I was having a full fledged party in my living room.  Friends and strangers alike were gleefully consuming drinks and eats and talking and laughing with each other.  Then I remembered, people weren't supposed to be gathering together, so I stepped outside to avoid the crowd.  It was a bright, sunny day out there.  I walked down onto my front lawn and looked up at the sky.  I saw two big humpback whales up there.  They were as high as the clouds and they weren't flying either.  They were swimming.  From my perspective, it looked as though they were swimming circles around the sun. 

But how did I know that they were swimming and not flying?  Because some ancient god silently whispered some historical information into my dream mind.  Apparently, when living creatures first began to appear on the earth, the atmosphere was thicker, like seawater, so naturally the whales would be swimming around up there.  But as time went by, the seawater atmosphere began to burn away and after millions of years, the level of the seawater atmosphere went down until all that remains of it today are the oceans of the world.  And the whales went down with it. 

I guess I was seeing things as they were, all those millions of years ago.         

Did it feel fun?
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Rikki Gins on April 15, 2020, 10:57:16 PM
Did it feel fun?

Yes, very fun.  And I felt like I learned something.   
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Rikki Gins on April 21, 2020, 01:17:22 PM
It's been awhile, but I finally had another dream in which I was able to visit my favorite town, Monroe, Oregon.  It was dark, and I was casually leaning up against a light pole.  I was standing in front of where my grandfather's poolhall used to be.  I felt kind of blue because the distinct, wooden poolhall building was no longer there.  In it's place, a more modern building stood and judging by the sign, it was now a second hand, odds and ends type of store.

It was around 7:30 pm and yet there was still an open sign on the door so I stepped inside.  A man, possibly the owner, approached me and he had a rather surprised look on his face.  Behind him, in a back room, I spotted a lady who was nervously buttoning up the top two buttons of her blouse.

"Pardon me,"  I told the man, "If it's too late, I can go."

"Oh no, no,"  He assured me.  "It's not anywhere near closing time.  Please, feel free to look around."

So I did as the man suggested.  I walked up and down the aisles looking at stuff.  Some other people entered the store as I did my browsing.  There really wasn't anything that caught my attention until I came across an old photograph.  I picked it up and noticed something strange about it.  "I've got to have this," I remember thinking to myself. 

I walked up the man and handed him the picture.  "I'd like to buy that."  I said.  "It's a pretty rare photo though.  "I doubt I've got enough money to purchase it."

The owner, or clerk, or whoever he was, glanced at the photograph and, willing to bargain with me, said "Yes, well, it is rather unusual, but it's not in very good shape."

It was an old, black and white studio photograph and it showed a long ago man, woman and child and they looked like pioneers.  The photograph was in perfect three-D. 

Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: anniem on April 21, 2020, 01:42:08 PM
It's been awhile, but I finally had another dream in which I was able to visit my favorite town, Monroe, Oregon.  It was dark, and I was casually leaning up against a light pole.  I was standing in front of where my grandfather's poolhall used to be.  I felt kind of blue because the distinct, wooden poolhall building was no longer there.  In it's place, a more modern building stood and judging by the sign, it was now a second hand, odds and ends type of store.

It was around 7:30 pm and yet there was still an open sign on the door so I stepped inside.  A man, possibly the owner, approached me and he had a rather surprised look on his face.  Behind him, in a back room, I spotted a lady who was nervously buttoning up the top two buttons of her blouse.

"Pardon me,"  I told the man, "If it's too late, I can go."

"Oh no, no,"  He assured me.  "It's not anywhere near closing time.  Please, feel free to look around."

So I did as the man suggested.  I walked up and down the aisles looking at stuff.  Some other people entered the store as I did my browsing.  There really wasn't anything that caught my attention until I came across an old photograph.  I picked it up and noticed something strange about it.  "I've got to have this," I remember thinking to myself. 

I walked up the man and handed him the picture.  "I'd like to buy that."  I said.  "It's a pretty rare photo though.  "I doubt I've got enough money to purchase it."

The owner, or clerk, or whoever he was, glanced at the photograph and, willing to bargain with me, said "Yes, well, it is rather unusual, but it's not in very good shape."

It was an old, black and white studio photograph and it showed a long ago man, woman and child and they looked like pioneers.  The photograph was in perfect three-D.

OH I was reading quickly and read that as prisoners.
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Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Rikki Gins on April 21, 2020, 03:24:23 PM
OH I was reading quickly and read that as prisoners.
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Ha, prisoners would have made for a more interesting dream.  They were all dressed in black, (probably because it was a black and white pic.) like clothes people wore way back when.  Not really sure if they were pioneers or not.  That was just a word that popped into my mind while I was describing the dream.  But the three-D effect was great.  It felt like I was looking right into someone's living room.
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: anniem on April 21, 2020, 03:38:40 PM
Ha, prisoners would have made for a more interesting dream.  They were all dressed in black, (probably because it was a black and white pic.) like clothes people wore way back when.  Not really sure if they were pioneers or not.  That was just a word that popped into my mind while I was describing the dream.  But the three-D effect was great.  It felt like I was looking right into someone's living room.

It would be great to find the photo.
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: juan on April 22, 2020, 03:29:15 AM
Kodak Azo paper prints developed in amidol got that 3D look.
Title: Re: Dreams
Post by: Rikki Gins on May 14, 2020, 03:16:02 PM
I dreamt that I went to a bar called The Hammer.  I ordered three pitchers of beer and had them brought to my table.  I filled up a big glassful of the stuff and hoisted a toast to the bald headed bartender who had served me.  I drank the beer down in one fell swoop.  Then I toasted the other customers who were pale and indistinct, like ghosts.  "Nice social distancing," I thought to myself.  Another big glassful, down the hatch. 

I looked up at a soundless television set up high in the corner of the establishment.  A mattress commercial was playing. It showed a man and woman making love on a mattress.  Just the mattress, no bed and they were in the middle of a barren, sandy desert.  Then the scene shifted to the pair making love in the middle of a busy street.  A big truck went across the screen and when it had passed, the man and woman were under water.  Still on the mattress and still making love.  The words Fall In Love were superimposed upon the screen as the commercial came to an end.