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Title: Dream Stuff
Post by: 2Lord2Grantham on August 01, 2018, 07:55:36 AM
A thread for odd dream imagery, anything you feel might be prophetic, nightmares, etc.

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The other night while I was going to sleep I woke up and, with my eyes open, I saw a drone silently hovering over my bed and it floated up and vanished into the ceiling. Never had a waking dream like that before, freaked me out for a minute until I came to my senses.
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Post by: tootsie_wootsy on August 01, 2018, 08:54:55 AM
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Post by: Inglorious Bitch on August 01, 2018, 10:21:57 AM
A thread for odd dream imagery, anything you feel might be prophetic, nightmares, etc.

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The other night while I was going to sleep I woke up and, with my eyes open, I saw a drone silently hovering over my bed and it floated up and vanished into the ceiling. Never had a waking dream like that before, freaked me out for a minute until I came to my senses.

Have you ever had a prophetic dream?
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Post by: 2Lord2Grantham on August 01, 2018, 10:28:53 AM
Have you ever had a prophetic dream?

No. Very strong deja vu, sure.
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Post by: GravitySucks on August 01, 2018, 10:31:03 AM
Have you ever had a prophetic dream?

I have. Want to help make it come true?
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Post by: tootsie_wootsy on August 01, 2018, 10:35:24 AM
Have you ever had a prophetic dream?

just once or twice
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Post by: Inglorious Bitch on August 01, 2018, 10:57:20 AM
No. Very strong deja vu, sure.

I've had both. I used to get a lot of deja vu moments when I was in my teens, then it stopped. I had a dream where I saw a very unique bracelet that I had never seen before. A couple of weeks later I got the same exact one as a present from my cousin. I didn't tell anyone about the dream before I got the bracelet so there was no way anyone could have gotten it for me due to my dream.
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Post by: Inglorious Bitch on August 01, 2018, 10:58:14 AM
I have. Want to help make it come true?

LOL!
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Post by: Inglorious Bitch on August 01, 2018, 10:58:49 AM
just once or twice

What happened?
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Post by: tootsie_wootsy on August 01, 2018, 10:59:54 AM
What happened?

nothing much.. not anything really important.. important things that happen to me come to me totally unexpected  :-\
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Post by: ponyboysunset on August 01, 2018, 03:34:04 PM
My dreams are so vivid sometimes I swear this life if the dream. They are that real. I have all five senses and dream in color. Good idea for a thread.
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Post by: Rikki Gins on August 01, 2018, 04:02:26 PM
My dreams are so vivid sometimes I swear this life if the dream. They are that real. I have all five senses and dream in color. Good idea for a thread.

You are quite the dreamer.  Have you ever seen deceased loved ones in dreams?  The reason I ask is that most people who see deceased loved ones or friends in dreams, can't hear them talk.  Though, I did dream about my in-laws the other night.  I could actually hear my father in law talk, but not my mother in law.
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Post by: tootsie_wootsy on August 01, 2018, 04:21:33 PM
You are quite the dreamer.  Have you ever seen deceased loved ones in dreams?  The reason I ask is that most people who see deceased loved ones or friends in dreams, can't hear them talk.  Though, I did dream about my in-laws the other night.  I could actually hear my father in law talk, but not my mother in law.

They say if you meet a  deceased loved one in a dream and it's a good dream, and vivid and very real feeling, they are visiting you..It's the most common form of afterlife communication.. It's never happened to me though, that I could say for sure. 
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: K_Dubb on August 01, 2018, 04:54:35 PM
When I dream I am often in houses from childhood, expanded to enormous proportions.  Not simply physically, as though I am remembering them as a smaller person, but as though they were demolished and rebuilt as palaces with the same basic floorplan but 20-foot ceilings, augmented with rooms on the periphery, and great spiral staircases leading from one massive floor to another.

Lest you imagine this some vision of the afterlife (and I can't imagine a rendering of "many mansions" that is, at least superficially, more tender and nostalgic) these are often the scenes of heated conflict with family both living and dead, and attribute their cause (since the vivid ones almost invariably follow a surfeit of meat at a late dinner) to my digestion.  I interpret it to mean that, though an adult, I still stand in childish awe of those older generations and what they, metaphorically, built.

In one, I had somehow come to live in my grandparents' house, transformed from a small Craftsman cottage to a giant bungalow with a huge porch and overhanging eaves, and spied my aunt, dressed in her bunad, leading a small army of similarly clad Norwegian ladies, all embroidery and wool and dazzling white linen with silver dangles glinting in the sun, up the rear garden path to the open back door -- it was a hot day.  For some reason I was angry and could not let them in, and I slammed the door in their faces and awoke with my shout "Out!" still ringing in my ears.
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Post by: ponyboysunset on August 01, 2018, 05:24:26 PM
You are quite the dreamer.  Have you ever seen deceased loved ones in dreams?  The reason I ask is that most people who see deceased loved ones or friends in dreams, can't hear them talk.  Though, I did dream about my in-laws the other night.  I could actually hear my father in law talk, but not my mother in law.
No one dead yet but I don’t know that many deceased.
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Post by: albrecht on August 01, 2018, 08:46:50 PM
Not sure where to put this since, technically, not a "dream" per se but, maybe, related. For @aldous and anyone else interested. Another theory about hallucinations and psychedelics....
https://www.quantamagazine.org/a-math-theory-for-why-people-hallucinate-20180730/
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Post by: Sofia on August 01, 2018, 11:07:07 PM
I have. Want to help make it come true?
Lol.
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Post by: Sofia on August 01, 2018, 11:25:41 PM
Last night I dreamed I suddenly was in a holding cell, but it was like a little office.  I worried when I didn't see a jail monitor for a while.  I cried out, "Will there be an arraignment?".  No one seemed to be around.  I saw no bed, even though I was tired, but one door was ajar into a little interior office.  it might have had windows, but I didn't peer in because I didn't want to be in trouble.  Another door in my cell said Emergency Exit, but I was pretty sure I'd be shot if I touched it.  I started to worry about my prescriptions and health issues, and wasn't sure where my medicine was.  I was hungry.  I heard someone shout, "You are under oath!". Sheesh.  Harsh dream.

I also dreamed a woman driving a car was killed by a dog in the back seat, who went for her jugular.  I turned my eyes away, blood was projecting out.  Of course she would not survive without immediate blood staunching, and it didn't look like she cou ld do that herself, let alone stop the dog. Even though I turned my eyes away, the image of her bleeding out returned for a moment.  On the bright side, even in the dream I knew it was bogus because the dog in the back originally was a teacup dog plus even after if morphed, it did not warn before attacking.  Most dogs show aggression before killing.  So part of me knew it was just a dream.  I heard a woman say, "Did she get bit?" .  What a weird statement.  "Bite" was an understatement, and how could she have missed it!

It was a rough night, though!
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Post by: Dyna-X on August 01, 2018, 11:57:54 PM
My dreams are so vivid sometimes I swear this life if the dream. They are that real. I have all five senses and dream in color. Good idea for a thread.
Every dream I could ever recall involves full color (sometimes more vivid than when awake) and senses. I've heard some dream in black and white.
If I pick up a handful of wet leaves in the woods in a dream the damp smell is there. The wind is there.

The topics are generally strange involving architecture that doesn't make sense. (Or in the real world would be a zoning nightmare) Think of a shopping mall with classrooms and a steel mill inside and residential bedrooms and kitchens upstairs. That's when I realize its probably a dream and I'll actually ask for the person in charge and ask them how they passed zoning and they will go to a vault door that opens to a swimming pool with floating orange fluorescent VHS tapes.

Many involve the most crappy people I worked with, so a flying dream is always a relief.

Almost no sex dreams, I recall maybe 4 or 5 in my life. (And mostly PG-17 at that) Maybe they are all on those VHS tapes LOL!
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 02, 2018, 12:10:01 AM
Last night I dreamed I suddenly was in a holding cell, but it was like a little office.  I worried when I didn't see a jail monitor for a while.  I cried out, "Will there be an arraignment?".  No one seemed to be around.  I saw no bed, even though I was tired, but one door was ajar into a little interior office.  it might have had windows, but I didn't peer in because I didn't want to be in trouble.  Another door in my cell said Emergency Exit, but I was pretty sure I'd be shot if I touched it.  I started to worry about my prescriptions and health issues, and wasn't sure where my medicine was.  I was hungry.  I heard someone shout, "You are under oath!". Sheesh.  Harsh dream.

I also dreamed a woman driving a car was killed by a dog in the back seat, who went for her jugular.  I turned my eyes away, blood was projecting out.  Of course she would not survive without immediate blood staunching, and it didn't look like she cou ld do that herself, let alone stop the dog. Even though I turned my eyes away, the image of her bleeding out returned for a moment.  On the bright side, even in the dream I knew it was bogus because the dog in the back originally was a teacup dog plus even after if morphed, it did not warn before attacking.  Most dogs show aggression before killing.  So part of me knew it was just a dream.  I heard a woman say, "Did she get bit?" .  What a weird statement.  "Bite" was an understatement, and how could she have missed it!

It was a rough night, though!

Very good dream remembrance there.  In fact, quite amazing.  Do you have dreams like that every night?  Or was it a special night where you were having lucid type dreams?
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Dyna-X on August 02, 2018, 12:14:36 AM
Last night I dreamed I suddenly was in a holding cell, but it was like a little office.  I worried when I didn't see a jail monitor for a while.  I cried out, "Will there be an arraignment?".  No one seemed to be around.  I saw no bed, even though I was tired, but one door was ajar into a little interior office.  it might have had windows, but I didn't peer in because I didn't want to be in trouble.  Another door in my cell said Emergency Exit, but I was pretty sure I'd be shot if I touched it.  I started to worry about my prescriptions and health issues, and wasn't sure where my medicine was.  I was hungry.  I heard someone shout, "You are under oath!". Sheesh.  Harsh dream.

I also dreamed a woman driving a car was killed by a dog in the back seat, who went for her jugular.  I turned my eyes away, blood was projecting out.  Of course she would not survive without immediate blood staunching, and it didn't look like she cou ld do that herself, let alone stop the dog. Even though I turned my eyes away, the image of her bleeding out returned for a moment.  On the bright side, even in the dream I knew it was bogus because the dog in the back originally was a teacup dog plus even after if morphed, it did not warn before attacking.  Most dogs show aggression before killing.  So part of me knew it was just a dream.  I heard a woman say, "Did she get bit?" .  What a weird statement.  "Bite" was an understatement, and how could she have missed it!

It was a rough night, though!
Next one you have like that kick down the door anyway, LOL.
The morphing ones are a pain. I also don't like the ones where all my teeth fall out and I'm painlessly spitting them into a cup or something.
When I was very young I thought the dreams were real when I was having them, but then logic part kicked in - so that these days half the dreams I end up realizing its a dream. The frustrating part is when I find something I like and try to bring it back. Ever have one of those?
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Post by: Rikki Gins on August 02, 2018, 12:17:33 AM
Every dream I could ever recall involves full color (sometimes more vivid than when awake) and senses. I've heard some dream in black and white.
If I pick up a handful of wet leaves in the woods in a dream the damp smell is there. The wind is there.

The topics are generally strange involving architecture that doesn't make sense. (Or in the real world would be a zoning nightmare) Think of a shopping mall with classrooms and a steel mill inside and residential bedrooms and kitchens upstairs. That's when I realize its probably a dream and I'll actually ask for the person in charge and ask them how they passed zoning and they will go to a vault door that opens to a swimming pool with floating orange fluorescent VHS tapes.

Many involve the most crappy people I worked with, so a flying dream is always a relief.

Almost no sex dreams, I recall maybe 4 or 5 in my life. Maybe they are all on those VHS tapes LOL!

You are lucky being able to see your dreams in color.  I like the nonsensical architecture that presents itself in your dreams.  I am a vivid dreamer, if I do say so myself, but I don't see much color, perhaps because I'm quite color blind in my waking state.  lol

I don't write dreams down when I wake up but perhaps I will record them in this thread.  Thanks, 2Lord!
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Post by: Dyna-X on August 02, 2018, 12:30:29 AM
You are lucky being able to see your dreams in color.  I like the nonsensical architecture that presents itself in your dreams.  I am a vivid dreamer, if I do say so myself, but I don't see much color, perhaps because I'm quite color blind in my waking state.  lol

I don't write dreams down when I wake up but perhaps I will record them in this thread.  Thanks, 2Lord!
I don't know of any sites that have something on the order of a dream journal, so it could be an interesting experiment or at least entertaining.
There might be some compensation in yours as well - maybe you can hear in 3-D surround sound or recall more words.
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Post by: Rikki Gins on August 02, 2018, 12:42:24 AM
I don't know of any sites that have something on the order of a dream journal, so it could be an interesting experiment or at least entertaining.
There might be some compensation in yours as well - maybe you can hear in 3-D surround sound or recall more words.

Yes, there could possibly be good sound in my dreams.  I'll have to try and check it out, if I have the presence of mind to do so.  haha
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: 2Lord2Grantham on August 02, 2018, 05:54:25 AM
For the past week or so I've had very elaborate dreams. Or, it's the first stretch in awhile where I actually remembered my dreams in the morning. Mine are usually cinematic in nature. There's different locations, driving from place to place, some kind of story...that kind of thing. But it's usually very real world, nothing fantastical. 

Over the past week I've:

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Post by: K_Dubb on August 02, 2018, 12:41:36 PM
Here is my theory on dream interpretation.  I wrote a little about it at the last place, so please forgive the repetition, but this is as good a place as any to lay it out fully.  It is based on a dream I had maybe twenty years ago.

In that dream I was stung on my foot by a bee.  I awoke to lingering pain and, upon investigating, found a small, sharp piece of plastic from the tag of a pair of jeans I had, unknowingly, tracked in my bed which my foot had encountered during the night.  So the dream blended reality (the pain) with a source which, clearly, sprang from the imagination.

I think when we remember dreams we are struck by those details that differ from reality, that suggest a different world, but those are no more meaningful than my bee.  That is not to suggest they are without meaning; I was terrified by bees as a child (not any more, really) and associating that fear with a sudden sharp pain is not mysterious.  You get a glimpse of your mind's inner architecture by reflecting on the imagery from which it draws, those fears that are close at hand or remembered from childhood.  They are the personal symbols you associate with the underlying stimulus.

If there is any connection between dreams and reality, though, it is that stimulus.  Just like my sharp plastic, the stimulus is present and immediate, though frequently unacknowledged, at least consciously.  But, whereas my stinger was discoverable upon waking, things like fears and feelings are a little more squishy.

We frequently experience nightmarish scenarios that have very little to do with placid, waking reality.  But consider those occasions when you lie awake at night pondering some problem, and how much worse it seems than in the light of day.  I've read that this is because, at night, your body burns off stress hormones generated during the day that are seldom required in modern life for their original fight-or-flight purpose, and anxiety peaks.  In mental terms, the stresses that produced them are rarely acknowledged fully; in mechanical terms, they are simply not used up.  Couple that with the heat and turbulence of digestion and I think you have the most common stimulus.

So to find the meaning of a dream, you strip it of all superfluous imagery and ask how it made you feel.  This is an uncomfortable question, at least for most men who do not admit to feeling anything, but I am surprised by how often I can, if I am honest with myself, associate the general feeling of a dream with something that happened in the past week, if not more immediately:  an instance of repressed anger, annoyance, fear, etc., or even joy denied exuberance, that clearly spawned the dream, and which my imagination has embroidered using my personal symbols much as it produced that damn bee.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 02, 2018, 04:36:59 PM
Dreams, August 2, 2018.

I was talking to O.J., no not that O.J., at least I think it wasn't him.  The conversation was unintelligible and I could not see who I was talking to, but the impression I had was that the man's first name was Orin, as in Hatch, or Oral, as in Roberts.  All I had were the first two initials of the man's name.  No last name.

I went to open a container of cottage cheese but instead of removing the circular, plastic lid, I took a kitchen knife (one of those 'as seen on tv' types where it can slice through a tin can and then just as easily easily slice through a tomato) and chopped two up and down cuts onto the center of the unopened lid.   (I don't own one of those knives by the way.)  The cuts were fairly deep yet no cottage cheese oozed out of the top. 

I was at work (a work place that I have never seen before) and other workers were loading boxes onto what appeared to be a big fire engine, although there was no urgency attached to the speed with which they worked.  They were simply loading boxes onto the open, flat surface of the engine.  After all the boxes were stored, a number of us climbed onto the engine and I was pleased to see that my space contained a nice little air cushion to relax on.  At that moment, a cartoonish looking hillbilly was walking down the sidewalk and he made an attempt at boarding our vehicle but was pushed back by the other men.  I walked over and gave the man a hand up onto the engine.  Then I jumped off the vehicle and walked into a big warehouse that had some more boxes stored in it.  I grabbed one and brought it out just in time to see the fire engine start up and move down the street.  I turned around and went inside to put the box back.  I set it down on top of another box and just then, the Giant Rat of Sumatra (or it's close cousin) leapt out from  between some stacks of boxes and it chased me across the floor of the warehouse.  The damn thing sunk its teeth into my left thumb and when I reached for it with the other hand, it bit into my little finger.  I wrestled around with it and managed to stuff it into an empty box.  The box was in poor shape but it did appear to be holding the rat.  Then I started to think about getting my bite wounds treated.  Note, there was no pain from the bite wounds but I could sure feel the rat's big yellow teeth biting into me.         
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Post by: K_Dubb on August 02, 2018, 05:11:30 PM
I awoke to the sound of polite tapping, rather as though someone at the front door was trying to rouse me gently.  I checked the front door but no one was there, and the back door was similarly quiet.  I packed a pipe and went back to the bedroom.  In a few minutes, it happened again.  This time I listened for a bit and tiptoed into the living room.  The sound was coming from the fireplace.  Recognizing the sound flickers (a sort of woodpecker bird) make when they are hunting, I rapped on the insert a few times, and it stopped.

It started up again soon after.  I went outside to shoo it away (they can make holes in your siding) and didn't see anything.  It kept up throughout the morning -- the same polite tapping.  Finally, on one of my trips to pound the fireplace, it occurred to me the sound seemed to come from inside.  Sure enough, opening the glass-fronted door, he poked his head out.  I tried to shut it quickly, thinking trap him in a sack as he flew out, but caught his poor neck in the door and he gave a little squawk, whereupon I threw it open.  He flew around the room, a rather large bird up close, alighting on curtains, picture frames, into the kitchen atop the cabinets.

Finally he settled down on a picture frame in the living room.  I had opened the back sliding glass door all the way and, trying to get his attention, said "here, bird, I am letting you out" and pointed to the door.  I moved to dislodge him from his perch; he took a final turn around the living room and headed straight for the door and out into the back yard.

Investigating the fireplace, not used since last winter, I discovered another, dead one in there desiccated by the ashes which i lifted out in a plastic bag.  I guess he had not knocked so politely.

Actually it wasn't a dream -- it happened this morning -- but it kind of felt like one for a minute  :P
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 02, 2018, 05:38:18 PM
I awoke to the sound of polite tapping, rather as though someone at the front door was trying to rouse me gently.  I checked the front door but no one was there, and the back door was similarly quiet.  I packed a pipe and went back to the bedroom.  In a few minutes, it happened again.  This time I listened for a bit and tiptoed into the living room.  The sound was coming from the fireplace.  Recognizing the sound flickers (a sort of woodpecker bird) make when they are hunting, I rapped on the insert a few times, and it stopped.

It started up again soon after.  I went outside to shoo it away (they can make holes in your siding) and didn't see anything.  It kept up throughout the morning -- the same polite tapping.  Finally, on one of my trips to pound the fireplace, it occurred to me the sound seemed to come from inside.  Sure enough, opening the glass-fronted door, he poked his head out.  I tried to shut it quickly, thinking trap him in a sack as he flew out, but caught his poor neck in the door and he gave a little squawk, whereupon I threw it open.  He flew around the room, a rather large bird up close, alighting on curtains, picture frames, into the kitchen atop the cabinets.

Finally he settled down on a picture frame in the living room.  I had opened the back sliding glass door all the way and, trying to get his attention, said "here, bird, I am letting you out" and pointed to the door.  I moved to dislodge him from his perch; he took a final turn around the living room and headed straight for the door and out into the back yard.

Investigating the fireplace, not used since last winter, I discovered another, dead one in there desiccated by the ashes which i lifted out in a plastic bag.  I guess he had not knocked so politely.

Actually it wasn't a dream -- it happened this morning -- but it kind of felt like one for a minute  :P

You certainly had me fooled, K.  haha  A nice little glimpse into your life, though.  Thank you.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: K_Dubb on August 02, 2018, 06:05:31 PM
Dreams, August 2, 2018.

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I went to open a container of cottage cheese but instead of removing the circular, plastic lid, I took a kitchen knife (one of those 'as seen on tv' types where it can slice through a tin can and then just as easily easily slice through a tomato) and chopped two up and down cuts onto the center of the unopened lid.   (I don't own one of those knives by the way.)  The cuts were fairly deep yet no cottage cheese oozed out of the top. 
...
 

Along with the famous scrambled-egg cake, another cylinder of pale proteinaceous product!  I don't have a clue what it means, but it's worth thinking about.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Lob Bazare on August 02, 2018, 07:24:33 PM
Last week I had a dream that I was kind of lost. I knew where I wanted to go and had a general sense of where it was. When I took to the high ground I could see my destination but when I tried to get there I couldn't figure it out, no matter which route I took. The logical choice was to pull out my phone and take a look at Google Maps. Everything was totally clear and I could see my phone as if I was awake. The streets, street names, rivers, landscape etc. looked totally fine. I do recall being pissed off that it was taking a long time to load as I scrolled through the map. Upon waking I found this to be quite odd as I have always heard that you are not able to read things like books, newspapers, signs or see clocks when you're dreaming.
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Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Dyna-X on August 02, 2018, 07:32:21 PM
Last night was boring, the only thing of note is I remember walking into the Brady Bunch house sans the Bradys and went to the kitchen and poured a pitcher of iced tea into a glass, but the ice maker wasn't working so I went into the freezer and found a white plastic ice cube tray filled with ice and ready to go. The phone rang and it was Dave Schrader calling and asked me if I would be listening tonight. I told him that I don't have a computer. He said open the drawer and you will find a radio and just turn it on. The radio was not a transistor type but looked more like one of the communications boxes they use on the shuttle with a phone jack plug in. Really odd. Then I heard the doorbell of the house and Dyna-prime  jumped on me waking me up.

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Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Darth Maul on August 02, 2018, 07:48:52 PM
   My dreams never make sense.. maybe that is a common statement.

  Have you guys/gals ever been in a dream that seemed so real and woke up remembering the dream well and go back to sleep and fall RIGHT back in the same dream?   I have many times... 


    I hate that when that happens  ;D
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: K_Dubb on August 02, 2018, 08:10:53 PM
   My dreams never make sense.. maybe that is a common statement.

  Have you guys/gals ever been in a dream that seemed so real and woke up remembering the dream well and go back to sleep and fall RIGHT back in the same dream?   I have many times... 


    I hate that when that happens  ;D

I have only been able to resume a, um, pleasant dream a few times.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: K_Dubb on August 02, 2018, 09:50:06 PM
I just saw this bit of creepiness:

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The ash-covered bird on his first trip around the house left his imprint on the back slider, here illuminated by my flash.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: tootsie_wootsy on August 03, 2018, 10:03:54 AM
I had a nightmare that Bart put me in the cuckshack  . :o :-\
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 03, 2018, 02:34:49 PM
Dreams, August 3, 2018.

I got attacked again, in a dream last night.   

I was involved with a gang of guys in the hood and we were out trying to rustle up some dollars, in some type of weird, illicit way.  We were carrying around a very tall bag of buttered popcorn and this had something to do with what we were 'dealing,'  though I ate a handful of the stuff and didn't get high, or anything.  (I did actually taste the butter flavoring, though.  It tasted pretty good and I didn't chomp down on any hard, un-popped kernels.)  Anyway, this one gangsta and I decided to double-cross our third partner, why, I don't know.  He and I took off in a car and we had the bag of popcorn with us.  Somehow, our third partner got wise to us and was able to get back into the car.  We were talking about nonrelated stuff when whoever was driving the car came to a stop next to an idling garbage truck.  "Lets throw the product into the truck and water it down."  My confederate said.  "Oh, I don't think that would be a good idea." I stated.  "It would make the rest of the trash smell bad."  As if to back me up, the garbage truck driver poked his head in our car and said, "That's right, it would definitely make my garbage truck smell bad."  It was right at that moment when the third partner (the guy that we double-crossed) pulled out a weapon (nothing more than a long, stiff wire) and he tried to stab me in the neck.  The wire kind of went into my shoulder a bit but I grabbed his hand and we struggled for the weapon until I woke up.       
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 03, 2018, 07:53:18 PM
I just saw this bit of creepiness:

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The ash-covered bird on his first trip around the house left his imprint on the back slider, here illuminated by my flash.

Oh my God, K.  That looks like a demonic prehistoric bird.  The stuff that dreams are made on, actually.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: K_Dubb on August 03, 2018, 08:59:52 PM
Oh my God, K.  That looks like a demonic prehistoric bird.  The stuff that dreams are made on, actually.

I know!  Isn't it awful?  I hope it doesn't augur something horrible.  I ordered a t-shirt of it, just in case.

Another dream featuring food, I see.  Maybe I was off noting the cylinders; scrambled eggs, cottage cheese, and buttered popcorn are kind of similar-looking pale lumpy things.

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Post by: tootsie_wootsy on August 04, 2018, 08:27:37 AM
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Post by: Sofia on August 04, 2018, 11:38:59 AM
I had a nightmare that Bart put me in the cuckshack  . :o :-\
Many of us would facilitate your freedom  ;)!
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: tootsie_wootsy on August 04, 2018, 11:47:03 AM
Many of us would facilitate your freedom  ;)!

thanks for that.. :) ;)
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: timebandit on August 04, 2018, 11:54:27 AM
I dreampt my sister had been in a car accident.
when I woke up I figured it wasn't true cause someone would have told me.
A week later I call my sis and say hey what's new.. she says nothing.. but I got in a car accident.

#HeatherNation
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Post by: Sofia on August 04, 2018, 11:59:15 AM
thanks for that.. :) ;)
;)
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Sofia on August 04, 2018, 12:00:12 PM
I dreampt my sister had been in a car accident.
when I woke up I figured it wasn't true cause someone would have told me.
A week later I call my sis and say hey what's new.. she says nothing.. but I got in a car accident.

#HeatherNation
I hope she wasn't hurt, but that was kind of funny!
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 04, 2018, 01:30:22 PM
Dream, August 4, 2018.

I was walking a street in the little town of Monroe, Oregon. (I had some pretty fun summers there as a kid.  Kind of a Tom Sawyer like existence and my grandfather owned the local pool hall/tavern.  I had lots of fun playing in the pool hall, eating candy, bags of Planters Peanuts and drinking pop.  I haven't revisited the town as an adult, so my brain will at times, fashion a dream so that I can at least visit it that way.  And that's good because my Monroe dreams tend to be lucid in nature.)  I say Monroe street but it appeared slightly off, not quite one of the streets that I remembered as a kid. 

A man approached me and, while I didn't know his name, I had the distinct impression that he was a retired doctor, and a good friend of mine.  He told me about 'a horror' in one of the older houses in town.  Would I like to investigate it with him?  Of course!

My doctor friend knew the person living in the house.  Oddly enough, another retired doctor.  We walked inside and looked around.  Everything looked pretty normal.  I certainly didn't see anything that was horrible.  Suddenly, the man whose house we were in went ballistic and he let loose with a torrent of black magic spells.  He must have been quite the wizard because some horrific monster faces appeared out of thin air and they attacked my friend.  He was literally bit and torn to pieces.  Some wild, demonic goats appeared and they came after me.  I ran out of the house and was happy to see that the goats didn't follow.  It was at that point in the dream where I remembered that I myself was a wizard, so I held my arms out and placed an imprisoning spell over the entire house.  I guess it was supposed to keep all of the evil from coming outside.         
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Post by: timebandit on August 04, 2018, 11:45:59 PM
cool dream
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Post by: Rikki Gins on August 05, 2018, 02:09:23 PM
cool dream

Thanks, tb.  I really liked your prophetic dream.
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Post by: Rikki Gins on August 05, 2018, 02:10:41 PM
Dream, August 5, 2018.

I was playing tennis in a court that was surrounded by some grassy knolls and beyond them, tall skyscrapers on all sides.  I finished playing (odd here, because I don't remember seeing an opposing player) and walked up onto one of the grass filled areas.  I saw a group of old tombstones and I walked over to examine them.  There was no cemetery there, just a half dozen or so graves.  I read the inscriptions and saw that  one of them belonged to my grandmother, though how I knew this was strange because the name on the headstone was completely different.  My mom's grave was there also.  I thought it odd that her middle name, always spoken along with her first throughout her life, had not been carved onto the headstone. 

I looked up and over to the other side of the hillock and saw a massive, Stonehenge sized, granite boulder.  I wasn't able to get close enough to read it's marker.
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Post by: Rikki Gins on August 06, 2018, 02:30:08 PM
Dream, August 6, 2018.

An older brother and I had made plans to go to a stock car race but when I pulled onto his driveway he walked over and said that he had changed his mind.  So I proceeded on my own and got thoroughly lost.  I drove onto what appeared to be the grounds of a high school football stadium.  I got out of the car and looked around.  Two women were standing at the opposite end of the field. I thought about walking over to talk to them but I turned around and went the other way. 

I left the stadium and walked onto a big, grassy bluff that overlooked a desert scene.  There was cactus down there, and mesas and even a herd of cattle.  It reminded me of those early John Wayne Westerns that were filmed back in the 1930's.  It was strange, but it kind of felt like the Duke's spirit was flittering around me, like a moth around flame. 
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: timebandit on August 06, 2018, 10:34:29 PM
I dreampt I was in a woman's house, she had lit a boot on fire and left it on the carpet. It was to burn the boot print as a design into the rug. I could see several burned circles on the carpet from plates she had heated red hot
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: 2Lord2Grantham on August 07, 2018, 05:24:49 AM
Past couple nights I've woken up knowing that I dreamed something, but I couldn't tell you a thing about them. They're gone before I even wake up.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 07, 2018, 02:34:10 PM
Dreams, August 7, 2018.

I had a couple of dreams last night but I can't remember the first one.  I remember that we (the wife and I) were definitely out and about but I can't remember where or what we were doing.  I do remember us arriving home, though. We entered the darkened house and I fumbled around for a light switch.  "Where did all these mirrors come from?" she asked.  "What do you mean?"  I said.  "Look." she answered.

Sure enough, there were a number of mirrors hanging on the wall and they weren't there when we left.  It was too dark to see any reflections from them so I felt around again for that light switch.  Then, a feeling of dread overcame me.  Who put those mirrors up?  Could this possibly be some type of trap?  What if we looked into the mirrors and saw something horrible reflected back?  I stopped searching for the switch and woke up. 
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Post by: GravitySucks on August 07, 2018, 02:50:45 PM
While driving to a Cubs game through Chicago last week I started getting deja vu and quickly started recalling a lucid dream I had either last year or the year before. I distinctly remember specific aspects of that dream now but had no conscious memory of the details of that dream until they were “unlocked” with that instant of deja vu.

Parts of that dream were very realistic as to the baseball game I was watching and parts of it were surreal as I remember now that I had controlled some of my movements in that dream to walk around downtown Chicago and even walk around inside of the bowels of Wrigley Field.  Since I have no idea what that actually looked like in real life my mind had made up images of tunnels, ramps and staircases that I could follow to see different parts of the stadium.  As I walked around in my dream if I noticed something that was way out of place (Like Lake Michigan being right next to the stadium) I would once again realize I was dreaming and could once again gain control of my movements in the dream. 

Not sure if I will ever remember more detals of the dream now but this was unique for me.  There are lucid dreams that I remember upon waking, but this is the first time I had vivid memories of a lucid dream that I have no memories of ever remembering upon waking.

It actually took quite an effort to concentrate on the task at hand, which was to drive safely through some pretty sketchy neighborhoods in Chicago.  By the way, they set a new record this last weekend. 72 separate shootings if I read the article correctly.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: timebandit on August 07, 2018, 10:39:31 PM
Past couple nights I've woken up knowing that I dreamed something, but I couldn't tell you a thing about them. They're gone before I even wake up.
don't wake up, don't open your eyes, don't think about getting up or getting ready.
 relax and recall backwards until a fragment flashes
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 08, 2018, 11:30:56 AM
don't wake up, don't open your eyes, don't think about getting up or getting ready.
 relax and recall backwards until a fragment flashes

Great advice on remembering dreams.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Fast and Bulbous on August 08, 2018, 11:47:26 AM
Last night, I dreamed that I had a black Schnauzer named Poopsie. She was made of yarn. She was an energetic and playful dog and a good companion. She was itchy, and was scratching herself all the time. I tried flea dip, brushing her, bathing her, changing her diet, but nothing stopped the itch.  The scratching caused her to shed, and she was shedding threads and lint all over my flat. I was always cleaing up after her.  One day, the landlord made a surprise visit. Now, I was not allowed to have pets in my apt, and the landlord, upon seeing the dog and the bits of thread and lint was angry. She made me get rid of the dog. I took her to a no-kill pet adoption shelter. The kennels were equipped with holographic projectors. Poopsie's kennel had a holographic yard, trees, big house, and a holographic boy to play fetch with her with a hologram stick.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 08, 2018, 11:53:47 AM
Dream, August 8, 2018.

I was walking downtown and I was approached by a news guy who was asking people a question regarding the future of humankind.  The blonde haired guy in front of me had a dour vision of the future and he complained about global warming and the youth of today.  When I got to speak into the mic I talked about the good things that might transpire in the future, predominantly space travel.  I also said that the kids would do OK once they got a little older.  I'm afraid I squandered my chance at saying something interesting or prophetic.  Even when I kind of realized that I was dreaming, I kept saying dumb things like "I think we can make things better."  and "It's up to us.  Nobody else will do it for us."

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Post by: Fast and Bulbous on August 08, 2018, 11:55:43 AM
Dreams, August 7, 2018.

I had a couple of dreams last night but I can't remember the first one.  I remember that we (the wife and I) were definitely out and about but I can't remember where or what we were doing.  I do remember us arriving home, though. We entered the darkened house and I fumbled around for a light switch.  "Where did all these mirrors come from?" she asked.  "What do you mean?"  I said.  "Look." she answered.

Sure enough, there were a number of mirrors hanging on the wall and they weren't there when we left.  It was too dark to see any reflections from them so I felt around again for that light switch.  Then, a feeling of dread overcame me.  Who put those mirrors up?  Could this possibly be some type of trap?  What if we looked into the mirrors and saw something horrible reflected back?  I stopped searching for the switch and woke up.
have you ever looked in a mirror in a dream ?
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Post by: Rikki Gins on August 08, 2018, 02:22:06 PM
have you ever looked in a mirror in a dream ?


Not that I can recall.  I came close the other night but the room was too dark to reflect any images.  Then I became too afraid to turn the lights on.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Fast and Bulbous on August 09, 2018, 09:44:23 AM

Not that I can recall.  I came close the other night but the room was too dark to reflect any images.  Then I became too afraid to turn the lights on.
it happened to me once when I was a kid. The mirror was an antique. When I looked in the mirror,  every thing got weird. There were ghosts , all old timey, in the glass looking at me. It scared me so much I ran out of the room screaming, but I could not wake up.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: 2Lord2Grantham on August 09, 2018, 11:39:54 AM
I do recall a dream I had as a child, or part of one anyway. Must have been roughly kindergarten aged.

The image I remember is that I was in a classroom during recess time, and I had slammed the palm of my hand down onto the top of a drain elbow under a sink. (like this one)
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When I pulled my hand away I had a hole in my hand, clean through, that took up most of my hand. Around the perimeter of the wound it was like multicolor play-dough instead of meat.

I can still see that image, in full color.
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Post by: Fast and Bulbous on August 09, 2018, 12:56:27 PM
I do recall a dream I had as a child, or part of one anyway. Must have been roughly kindergarten aged.

The image I remember is that I was in a classroom during recess time, and I had slammed the palm of my hand down onto the top of a drain elbow under a sink. (like this one)
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When I pulled my hand away I had a hole in my hand, clean through, that took up most of my hand. Around the perimeter of the wound it was like multicolor play-dough instead of meat.

I can still see that image, in full color.
dreams from early childhood were the scariest . I didn't know where the nightmares ended and waking life began.  Or what the difference was. Some demon was always at the verge of breaking through.
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Post by: Rikki Gins on August 09, 2018, 01:40:39 PM
Interesting, this talk about dreams from childhood.  I recall one where I was falling from the sky.  While this should have been rather terrifying, I really wasn't overly concerned about my body striking the earth.  As I fell, a muscular arm holding a big hammer floated by.  The Arm and Hammer trademark, right?  Well, not so fast.  A body formed around the arm and it was a woman.  A kind of Rosie The Riveter type of woman.

Another one took place outside of a colorful, marquee lit movie theatre.  I remember being inside but I couldn't get past other people who were packed like sardines from the seating area, clear out into the lobby.  I couldn't see the screen but I kind of had the impression that it was an adventure movie like King Solomon's Mines, or something like that.  Anyway, I was walking the sidewalk in front of the theatre and it was raining hard.  I stepped into a pool of rainwater and it was like a joke hole under a mud puddle.  I sank down a good twenty feet or so.  The water was very clear and at the bottom I saw an attractive lady sitting at a desk.  She was like a secretary and she lifted up a phone and with a very officious voice announced,  "This is your second bubble."  I must have been around six years old at the time.


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Post by: Rikki Gins on August 10, 2018, 01:52:59 PM
Dream, August 10, 2018.

I was part of a tour group, going through a giant sized industrial place full of working machines and treadmills and conveyor belts.  It was quite interesting.  At one spot our group entered a room where a massive steam shovel scoop was cemented onto a block of concrete.  I told the other members of the group how much earth that the scoop could hold, though I have since forgotten the amount.  It seemed to be a place that mixed certain materials together but I wasn't able to ascertain what was being produced as an end product.  We walked up some stairs that overlooked a big screening system.  A worker above saw us walking on the stairs and he threw a shovelful of slimy sewage sludge down onto the screen.  The foul stuff splattered onto us as we were going up the steps.  Nobody in the tour group said anything, but I couldn't help myself.  "Hey a-----e!"  I shouted.  "Watch what you're doing.  People are walking down here!"  "Aww, go f--k yourself!" he shouted in return.  "Well f--k you, m-----------r!"  I shouted back.

I ran up the steps in a rage, intent on finding the guy so that I could throw him down onto the smelly screening system.  I went through a door and entered a gift shop, of all things, where some employees were milling about, idly stocking shelves with bouquets of artificial flowers.  I saw that one lady seemed to be in charge of things, so I approached her to inform her of what happened down on the stairs.  "Oh, I know who you are talking about," she said resignedly.  "We've had trouble with him before."  "Well, why put up with him?"  I asked.  "Well, he's worked here for so many years."  she answered.  "It isn't all that easy to discharge him."  "No problem."  I told her.  "Hire me right now and I'll go up and fire his ass." 

As much as I wanted for the dream to continue, I woke up.  I was laying there in bed feeling utterly frustrated and mad.  I even tried to go back to sleep so that I could continue with the dream but I wasn't able to fall back asleep.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 12, 2018, 02:17:06 PM
Dreams, August 12, 2018.  (One of these days I'm going to type 1918, I just know it.)   

I'm sure most of you know about that photo of Art, where he's sitting on the gravel in front of a bowel shaped antenaae dish.  He's kind of looking off to the side.  Well, Art appeared in a dream last night, looking the exact same way, only he was sitting on the floor of my den, watching me as I typed away at the keyboard.  I wish I could have got lucid, and made more out of the dream, but sadly, that was it.  The dream ended and I moved right into another one.  (Interestingly, I almost totally forgot about the Art segment.  It just barely popped into my mind when I was up and about, and shaving.)

I was walking down the street when an old man backed his car out of a driveway and bumped into me.  It kind of rattled me a bit and I reacted by giving the side of his car a kick.  Honestly, I wasn't that angry, but I did try to get him to stop the car so that I could tell him to be more careful.  I placed a hand on a passenger side door handle and the guy kept backing out onto the street, taking me with him.  His window was down so I was able to reach in and turn his ignition key off.  (Yup, older style car.)  He looked at me and I could see fear in his eyes, and like I said, he was pretty old looking.  I let go of his key and backed away from the car.  The bottom line was that I wasn't hurt, so I simply continued to walk down the street.     

Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 13, 2018, 03:02:25 PM
Dreams, August 13, 2018.

I had a couple of dreams with some international flavor last night.  Not location wise because I think I was in my hometown, but rather people wise.

The first dream had me standing in front of my house where I was idly watching a mailman deliver mail to a neighbor.  The guy was acting kind of strange, furtive like and nervously glancing here and there.  He pulled a newspaper out of his bag and spread it out onto the ground and then he made a big show out of getting on his knees and reading it.  It was right at that moment that I heard a commotion further up the street.  It was caused by another mailman who was running down the street, shouting something.  The mailman who I had been watching got up onto his feet and ran past me, over to the side of my house.  The two mailmen converged, and attempted to grab a thin, oriental guy who was running with a package in his hands.  "Oh," I thought to myself.  "The mailmen are running a sting operation to catch people who are stealing other people's mail."  They caught the guy, and right then the rest of his family came out of hiding.  I saw his elderly wife, and a couple of sons and daughters.  They were all thin as if they hadn't eaten in awhile.  They kind of looked like those Philippine people in the U.S.S. Huron photos in the postcard thread.

The second dream started with me meeting a Russian spy.  I gave him a handful of Russian Rubles and he handed me some silver pieces.  We walked to a local amusement park and he pointed out a big blimp that was floating around.  "Секретная информация.  Люди плавают в дирижабле.  Газ не вредит им.  Никто не пострадает плавающей о, в тяжести свободного.  Мы будем применять технологию к военным. Государства.   Мы будем применять технологию для военного использования." he said.  For those of you who don't know Russian (including myself,) he said, "Classified information.  People are floating about inside the blimp.  Gas does not harm them.  Nobody gets hurt floating about in the gravity free state.  We will be utilizing the technology for military use." 

The spy left me in the middle of the carnival.  I joined a group of people who were climbing into some roller coaster cars.  We took off and were soon climbing a steep section of the ride.  We went way up high, then over the crest and down in a fast rush.  We came to a turn but the roller coaster was going so fast that it shot off the rail system and we were streaking through the amusement park grounds.  We continued on through the countryside and into town, where we got some odd stares from the local motorists there.

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Post by: Rikki Gins on August 14, 2018, 01:08:49 PM
Dream, August 14, 2018.

I was on a big Luxury Liner with actor/singer Pat Boone.  I don't know if we knew each other in the dream, but we were standing at the rail, looking out across the ocean.  "Beautiful," Pat said to no one in particular.  "God's majesty stretched out before us."

I left Pat and went down some stairs to the engine room.  It was as if I had stepped back in time.  There were men covered in black dust, shoveling coal into big boilers.  It was hard to breathe in there so I walked further on and entered a room with some bunks and a table.  The air was even worse than in the boiler room.  I nearly suffocated from all the cigarette, cigar and pipe smoke.  It seemed like there were quite a number of deck hands crowded into the room and that must have been the subject of conversation because I heard one old salt (ha, I just love writing the words, old salt) say, "Oh, taint nearly as crowded as in the old days.  Why, I can recall being on steamers where there wuz fifteen men in the crew's quarters 'stead of the usual seven."
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: 2Lord2Grantham on August 15, 2018, 08:41:48 AM
This was a new one.

I was a pregnant woman about to give birth, but I didn't have any kind of baby bump.

So, uh, yeah. It was a very short dream, really just images and some vague notion of what was going on.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 15, 2018, 02:00:02 PM
This was a new one.

I was a pregnant woman about to give birth, but I didn't have any kind of baby bump.

So, uh, yeah. It was a very short dream, really just images and some vague notion of what was going on.

Thinking back over years of dreams, I kind of recall having a similar dream, only I had a fairly big bump.  I felt like myself though, not a woman. As with you, my dream was also quite vague.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 15, 2018, 02:02:03 PM
Dream, August 15, 2018.

I was staying at a motel overlooking the ocean.  I walked down to the shoreline and watched a big blimp fly overhead.  It must have been out over the ocean a ways because it flew over my head, heading inland.  It was soon followed by a large contingent of military aircraft such as jets and transport  planes, all headed in the same direction.  Then I could see a large number of ships and landing craft headed to where I was standing.  It kind of freaked me out, so I ran back to the motel and warned the other guests about the impending invasion.  Nobody fled but a number of them came onto the balcony to witness the event. 

I spotted a military man standing by the pounding surf, so I walked down to talk to him.

" What's going on?"  I asked.  "A military exercise." he answered.  "Just a mock battle.  No more than two or three hundred military personnel involved."

The general (At least I'm guessing that's what he was) walked away and I was alone on the beach.  I looked out over the waves and spotted a group of sperm whales making their way towards me.  They got pretty close, in fact I was able to wade out into the surf and pet one of them.  The whales weren't beaching themselves, they were just happily swimming around close to the shoreline.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: 2Lord2Grantham on August 15, 2018, 07:16:36 PM
I like the dream logic there. This crazy military exercise is going on and you're just like "oh, neat, whales"
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 16, 2018, 06:34:18 PM
Dream, August 16, 2018.

I was walking on a dock, about to board a sight seeing boat when the stewardess stopped me and asked if I would help with getting other people on board the boat.  "Sure, I'll help." I said.  So I started helping the other passengers step onto the boat.  Little kids and elderly women needed my help the most.  Some of those old ladies gave me tips.  I got some nickels and dimes and a silver see-hear and speak no evil monkey charm.  One lady gave me a roll of bills that contained a twenty, a ten and a five dollar bill.

"Could you sit at the front of the boat?" the pretty boat stewardess asked.  "Yes, I can sit up there," I said. "I've always wanted to sit at the very front of a boat."  "Good," she said.  "That means we can squeeze one more person into the seating area."

Instead of sitting, I stretched head first on the forward platform of the boat and it was pretty cool when the pilot shot the boat over the waves.  My head was over the very tip of the boat and it felt like I Was flying.  After awhile the pilot turned the boat round and made his way into a lagoon.  We bobbed along slowly and there were strange swamp creatures perched on moss covered trees.   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: 2Lord2Grantham on August 17, 2018, 05:59:09 AM
As I was falling asleep. I could see a giant multi-color pillow towards the foot of my bed, so I kicked it with my foot. When there was no resistance I knew it was a dream, and it vanished.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 17, 2018, 05:51:44 PM
As I was falling asleep. I could see a giant multi-color pillow towards the foot of my bed, so I kicked it with my foot. When there was no resistance I knew it was a dream, and it vanished.

Cool how you tested the dream with your foot.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 17, 2018, 06:04:15 PM
Dreams, August 17, 2018.

I walked up to my long dead dad's house and saw my long dead mom and long dead grandmother sitting in the living room.  I went to give Nana a hug but she waved me back, explaining that she had a contagious disease.

I walked downtown and passed an old, multistory brick hotel.  Just as I walked by, a loud siren pierced the air and it came from the building's roof.  A large puff of black smoke came off the roof, and then a big cloud of white smoke went skyward.  Some fire trucks pulled up to the building and just as the firemen were hopping off the engines, the whole top half of the building fell over in one big chunk.  Thankfully, we were all out of the way went it crashed onto the ground.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 18, 2018, 01:22:17 PM
Dreams, August 18, 2018.

I went to grind some coffee beans and the inside of the grinder was caked in coffee dust and I usually keep it so nice and clean inside there.

I was in a big city where I bought a bag full of wares.  Naturally, being a stranger, I was the perfect target for the local thugs.  Somebody must have sent in the best of the species to meet me because he was all over me as I tried to make my way to the car.  He started demanding that I give him my bag of items, so I slapped the bag into his face.  I must have bought some pretty lightweight items because the bag strike had about as much effect on him as a flea.  The guy was big and I didn't really feel like exchanging blows, so I got to talking to him and the next thing I know, were both running up the street, yelling and cursing at bystanders, as if we had known each other for years.

I was a member of a circus or carnival sideshow or something.  I was the official strongman and my forte was lifting a total of eight people at one time.  This dream had a great, sawdust scented, carny atmosphere to it and it even seemed kind of quasi-legit how the eight people chosen to be lifted were mostly kids and or thin older people.  I also remember feeling quite special because the circus was playing in my hometown.  The beautiful ringmaster lady made a point of saying that she would formulate a special introduction for me when my act came up.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 19, 2018, 01:46:19 PM
Dreams, August 19, 2018.

I was back in grade school but still my older self and that was OK because the rest of the students were also older like me.  Our 5th grade teacher walked into the room and told us to get our songbooks out.  I felt unsure as to what to do because my desk was vague and I couldn't formulate it enough to have it open up in order to get a songbook out.  I noticed that the rest of my classmates were having a similar problem.  I talked to the guy next to me and we were both unsure of our singing abilities, but it didn't matter in the long run because I was able to escape into the hallway before the singing began.  (At least I was fully clothed in this dream.  I have had a number of past dreams where I have returned to school or an old job and I was only wearing my underwear.)

Some awful man was chasing me around and demanding that I work for him.  He kep't handing me things and saying, "Now get to work!"  I meekly obeyed at first, and tried to busy myself with the variouse tasks, but when he handed me an auto fender, that did it.  I pretty much walked myself out of the dream.     

Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: 2Lord2Grantham on August 20, 2018, 05:40:00 AM
I'm going to try taking 5-HTP (an alleged serotonin booster) supplement in the evenings, to see if it changes my dreaming at all. 

Last night all I ended up with was a headache and a stomach ache as I was trying to fall asleep. The experiment continues.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 20, 2018, 01:49:23 PM
Some fun information on the subject of dreams: https://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20100406022124AAxaKCM

Dreams, August 20, 2018.

I went to visit with a friend of the family, an older gent who is usually outgoing and loves to talk about things, only this time he was unusually quiet.  So I asked him, "How are you doing, John?  Everything OK?"  "No, not really," he answered sadly.  "I've got this facial disease and it makes it kind of hard for me to talk."  As I looked at him, his facial skin turned into a claylike substance and he even demonstrated the severity of the affliction by poking a hole in a cheek and the hole remained there.

I was working on a large ship and we were in the middle of the ocean.  It seemed to be a freighter of sorts, pretty big and there was lots of cargo aboard.  Nuclear powered too because there were two distinct cooling towers, of all things, located just behind the captain's observation bridge.  There were two co-workers that I knew, one a red headed English lad and his girlfriend who was also a redhead.

I stood on deck and tried to remember what kind of job I had, but it wouldn't come to me.  I walked down to a lower level and entered a recreation room and it was pretty lavish inside there.  My friend and I grabbed some beers and sat down to watch a soccer game that was playing on a fairly large television screen.  We were enjoying the game when all at once the power went off.  We sat in the dark and could hear some ominous thumping noises coming from the direction of the power plant.  Then everything got quiet and we knew that something was wrong.  The captain burst into the rec room and ordered us to go topside and see what the problem was.  We made our way on deck and saw that the two cooling towers were emitting copious amounts of radioactive steam.   

 
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Bart Ell on August 20, 2018, 02:25:57 PM
Love this thread.
Carry on.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Fast and Bulbous on August 21, 2018, 02:27:00 PM
I dreamed that I passed out on the couch at a frat party. When I woke up, the frat boys were laugh ing at me and point ting at my head.

"Uh oh which one of you drew a dick on my face?" I said.

"Dude look in the mirror," a frat boy said, trying hard not to laugh.

My hair felt funny and I looked in the mirror.

I had long blond hair. "WTF!"

I pulled at the hair. It was a wig, and it did not come off; it had been glued on. It looked bizarre. Bits of  ragged flesh and fatty gobs hung across my brow. I ripped it off.

They had shaved my head. The wig was a bloody human scalp. The glue had been made from human bones. On the inside of the wig was a note writen by burning the lettres into the flesh:
"Fast n Bulbous, I'm going to kill you. "  I did not recognize who had signed it. When questioned, they refused to name the culprit.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 21, 2018, 02:29:48 PM
Love this thread.
Carry on.

👍

Dreams, August 21, 2018.

I was walking down a country lane when I noticed two youngish men digging a grave for a dead old man that was stretched out on the grass.  I noticed an extra shovel so I asked if they needed a hand.  They accepted my offer to help, so I started shoveling away.  "Who is he?" I asked.  "Our great uncle," one of them said.  "He was like 91 years old, I think.  Dropped dead while sitting in his easy chair, reading a book."  "Well, not exactly reading," the other said. "Remember, he never did learn to read, but he liked to hold a book and look at the words and turn the pages.  I've seen him 'read' an entire book while holding it upside down."  "Yeah," the other kid spoke up.  "Didn't he have like 1,5033 books?"  "I think so," the other answered.  "Anyway, he told us his wish to be buried by a country lane, and so here we are."  "Wait a sec." the other one said.  "We forgot these."  He pulled out three paper dust masks from his pocket and we put them on.  We continued to dig the grave.

I was standing in the middle of a field, holding a big butterfly net.  A flying catfish went sailing by and I took a swipe at it.  The fish's spiny fins caught on the net.  I took it home and placed it in an aquarium but it sank down to the bottom, dead.   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 21, 2018, 02:36:05 PM
I dreamed that I passed out on the couch at a frat party. When I woke up, the frat boys were laugh ing at me and point ting at my head.

"Uh oh which one of you drew a dick on my face?" I said.

"Dude look in the mirror," a frat boy said, trying hard not to laugh.

My hair felt funny and I looked in the mirror.

I had long blond hair. "WTF!"

I pulled at the hair. It was a wig, and it did not come off; it had been glued on. It looked bizarre. Bits of  ragged flesh and fatty gobs hung across my brow. I ripped it off.

They had shaved my head. The wig was a bloody human scalp. The glue had been made from human bones. On the inside of the wig was a note writen by burning the lettres into the flesh:
"Fast n Bulbous, I'm going to kill you. "  I did not recognize who had signed it.

Wow.  That's a kind of dream where you should sleep with one eye open.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: tootsie_wootsy on August 21, 2018, 04:01:02 PM
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Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Fast and Bulbous on August 21, 2018, 04:06:04 PM
Wow.  That's a kind of dream where you should sleep with one eye open.
Haha yes.  And NEVER pass out at a frat party.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Fast and Bulbous on August 22, 2018, 06:15:45 AM
Last night's dream was disturbing.  Somebody was forcing me to help George Falkie Senda move out of his hovel.

Senda was unappreciative of my help and abused and bullied me. I was doing all the lifting and he was sitting in his closet doing a live streaming video. I asked him to help but he said his knees were hurting. I decided to retaliate.  I was angry .

I rented the truck used to haul the Space Shuttle. He was still inside and I used a crane to pick up his entire house and set it on the truck.  Then, I drove the truck to the Bay and dumped his hovel and his hoard in the water with him inside. He accused me of abusing the disabled.
Lesson learned: dont watch falkie george senda videos before you go to bed.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: K_Dubb on August 22, 2018, 07:31:26 AM
I arrive in Paris on business with some coworkers.  To my chagrin, our first meal together there was at McDonalds.  I was somewhat mollified to find I could order a fresh pastry (a very un-French-looking lumpy domed thing topped with maple glaze) and an open-faced shrimp and crab sandwich.

As an excursion I take a trip to the coast alone, which is reached by a thing like an elevator, all stainless steel, with seats that you got in and are shot through a tube.  The force of the acceleration was memorable.  It was like a falling dream, but sideways.  The coast is rocky and,as usually happens in my dreams, I venture too far into the water and am nearly overwhelmed by a large wave.

In a one-on-one meeting with the head of the company we are meeting with, I negotiate some favorable terms without approval from my boss, who is Dave Schrader.  The apprehension that I have gone too far is a lingering fear that remains in the background throughout the dream,his voice chiding me in my head.

On my own again, I venture downtown at night.  I walk past a building that used to be a bank and is now offices and notice a heavy door that is very slightly ajar.  Worried something is wrong, I push it and it opens.  In the vestibule inside there is a note pasted to the dusty window inside which I read, which contains some piece of information I am not supposed to know.  I go back outside, making sure the door is properly locked, but discover I have left my bag and phone inside on the sill of the window, beneath the note.  I decide not to tell anyone, afraid I will be in trouble for going in and seeing the note.  More apprehension.

The next day, we are in the old bank building on business when we pass the vestibule I recognize from the night before.  My bag and phone are still there and with relief I surreptitiously pick them up, thinking to resume the trip as normal but, as I am doing so, a coworker begins taking flash pictures, explaining this will all have to be evidence for the police.

Interesting that the same theme of independence and going too far occurs three different times, along with the feeling that I am surrounded by inferior people who are in a position to judge me.  Also that at least several days pass in the course of six hours of sleep.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: 2Lord2Grantham on August 22, 2018, 01:12:25 PM
It was winter, night time, snow on the ground. I'm in the bathroom of a McDonald's, completely naked. Something has destroyed my clothes, how doesn't seem to be important.
I sneak out the back door and squeeze my way through an alleyway on the side of the building to the parking lot to get to my car. An employee is following me. I get in my car, employee walks up to my window, big black guy in a McDonald's crew member polo shirt. Sees me naked and goes "All hell naw" and backs away. My tires are spinning in the snow as I pull out of the parking lot and escape.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 22, 2018, 01:56:44 PM
Dream, August 22, 2018.

I was at somebody's party, standing by a big swimming pool.  People walked up to me and asked questions and I answered them in an amiable way.  (Wish I could remember the questions.)  A servant walked by with a tray loaded with fruit and I grabbed a nice red apple off of it.  I started munching away on it when a very pretty lady in a yellow bikini approached me.  She was simply beautiful, and had long dark hair.  I thought she was going to ask me a question but just as I was taking the last few bites of the apple, she playfully pushed me into the pool.  (Thankfully I was wearing a swimsuit.)  I surfaced with the apple core clenched between my teeth and climbed out of the pool.  I casually walked over to the long haired woman and before she could say anything, I stuffed the apple core down the front of her bikini top.  A puzzled, hurt look appeared on her face and she left the pool area.  I followed her into the house and saw that she went down some stairs into a basement.  It was really dark in there so in order not to freak her out, I announced that I was following her.  Her voice came out of the darkness, stating that she had expected me to follow her, and that she wanted the two of us to...……….make a life together.  (Sorry, couldn't resist putting that pause in the previous sentence.)   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: albrecht on August 22, 2018, 02:59:04 PM
I dreamed that I passed out on the couch at a frat party. When I woke up, the frat boys were laugh ing at me and point ting at my head.

"Uh oh which one of you drew a dick on my face?" I said.

"Dude look in the mirror," a frat boy said, trying hard not to laugh.

My hair felt funny and I looked in the mirror.

I had long blond hair. "WTF!"

I pulled at the hair. It was a wig, and it did not come off; it had been glued on. It looked bizarre. Bits of  ragged flesh and fatty gobs hung across my brow. I ripped it off.

They had shaved my head. The wig was a bloody human scalp. The glue had been made from human bones. On the inside of the wig was a note writen by burning the lettres into the flesh:
"Fast n Bulbous, I'm going to kill you. "  I did not recognize who had signed it. When questioned, they refused to name the culprit.

As mentioned passing out at a Frat party, indeed almost any party, is a bad thing. Scary dream!

It reminds me, once we shaved head of passed-out friend and they gave him an amateur mustache using contact cement and the hair (he didn't have much hair so the beard wasn't that impressive.)

Another time some friends drove a passed out guy's truck to a field, put him in it, and someone sprayed shaving cream down his pants. The idea was when he finally woke-up he not only would think he drove (and not remembered) but also pissed his pants, or worse. An amateur attempt at a "scared straight" and combo practical joke type of thing, I guess.

Another fun one was that we copied a set of a friend's key (he didn't know) and we would just move his car. Just slightly from his parking position at night. On nights he got really loaded we would park it in a totally new spot (making him think he must have drove drunk and not remembered.) My favorite is that we would often park in a mirror image location. So confusing him because seems like the location but opposite. He never mentioned it and as far as I know nobody has ever told him. I guess this is called "gas lighting" now but then it was just a practical joke.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Fast and Bulbous on August 23, 2018, 06:28:26 AM
As mentioned passing out at a Frat party, indeed almost any party, is a bad thing. Scary dream!

It reminds me, once we shaved head of passed-out friend and they gave him an amateur mustache using contact cement and the hair (he didn't have much hair so the beard wasn't that impressive.)

Another time some friends drove a passed out guy's truck to a field, put him in it, and someone sprayed shaving cream down his pants. The idea was when he finally woke-up he not only would think he drove (and not remembered) but also pissed his pants, or worse. An amateur attempt at a "scared straight" and combo practical joke type of thing, I guess.

Another fun one was that we copied a set of a friend's key (he didn't know) and we would just move his car. Just slightly from his parking position at night. On nights he got really loaded we would park it in a totally new spot (making him think he must have drove drunk and not remembered.) My favorite is that we would often park in a mirror image location. So confusing him because seems like the location but opposite. He never mentioned it and as far as I know nobody has ever told him. I guess this is called "gas lighting" now but then it was just a practical joke.
The prank where you shaved your friend’s head and glued the hair on his lip is so epic that it has melded into the Collective Unconscious. It will be seeping into the dreams of dreamers for 100s of years, just as it did my own dream.

I like the car keys prank too. It’s diabolical.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 23, 2018, 02:47:47 PM
Dream, August 23, 2018.

I was watching an old Charlie Chan movie but not on TV.  It was more like Live-O-Vision, where I was sitting inside the scene itself.  The set had a nice nightclub feel to it, with tables and chairs in the middle and a bar off to the right.  The place was full of people at their tables and at the bar.  All at once I saw Charlie Chan get up from one of the tables.  My lucky dream because this Chan was being played by the master himself, Warner Oland.  He looked very big in Live-O-Vision.  I watched him make his way past the bar where he exited through a door, stage right.  A few minutes later I saw Warner get up from another table and exit out through the same door that he had earlier walked through.  Two Charlie Chans for the price of one.

I think I know why I duplicated Mr. Chan in the dream.  There were at least four Chan movies where the detective was killed by either a knife or a gun while he was sitting in a chair or sleeping in bed.  At least the killers thought he was dead, but no.  In each case, Charlie was able to foresee the impending attack and he would cleverly set up a dummy of himself that would obediently take the blade or the bullet.  Duplicate Chans.  PS, Live-O-Vision or not, the dream was in black and white, though it did have a subtle, bluish tint to it.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 24, 2018, 01:57:59 PM
Dream, August 24, 2018.

I was looking at a picture of the ocean and I was immediately transported there via a strange craft that was flying upside down.  There were some odd, cone shaped rocks that jutted out from the shore line and I tried to look at a map to see where I was, but I was disoriented from flying upside down so I put it away.  I was in a small observation cubicle, bubble like, so I really couldn't see the rest of the aircraft, and there were no wings in sight.  I spent the rest of the dream looking down (or up, since I was upside down) at the people who were frolicking about on the beach.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 25, 2018, 01:13:17 PM
Dreams, August 25, 2018.

I was riding a bike on a dirt road.  There was a big, dry field to my right and I could see a wild haired man out there with no shirt on, gesticulating and shouting.  I tried to ignore him but it wasn't possible because he had a handgun and he fired it at me.  I couldn't hear a whiz of the bullet so I knew his aim was off.  What was funny was that the bike sped up without me pedaling it any harder.  Kind of had a mind of its own, I guess.  After some distance was covered, it slowed back down.

I was pulling a wagon and spent some time trying to store it properly in a small storage shed.  And by small, I mean a storage shed built to store a wagon.  This particular wagon had some tall wooden planks built on it but I was still able to store it inside the shed.  I was worried about moisture occurring and therefore causing rust, but I couldn't figure out how to keep it dry in there.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 26, 2018, 03:15:36 PM
Dream, August 26, 2018.

I walked into an old antique store located at the southern tip of Monroe, Or. (There really was an antique-second hand store there but I only went inside of it a couple of times as a kid.)  Mom and Nana were in there talking to the owner lady who was a friend of the family.  Nana and I looked at a long wooden table quite similar to the one used during Thanksgiving and Christmas get togethers at the Monroe house.  A small boy walked into the store, complaining of a sore throat.  I wanted to get away from him so I walked through an 'employees only' door and entered some living quarters.  There were two very attractiv women hanging around back there and I became very interested in one of them.  (Ha, didn't I previously state that my Monroe dreams tended to be lucid in nature?)  We were about to enjoy a big kiss but she also complained about having a sore throat, and I backed away.  I went back into to the store and saw that Mom was on the phone, calling a doctor on behalf of the sick kid.  A loud voice came out of the speaker phone and it said, "We are switching you over to Chlldrens's Medical Services.  The hourly fee is $185.00 an hour."

Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 27, 2018, 02:05:49 PM
Dream, August 27, 2018.

I had another 'flying in an aircraft' dream last night.  I was aboard a big bomber type craft, I don't know aircraft that good but it seemed like it was a vintage, WWII aircraft.  I manned a laser beam weapon that I could aim via an elaborate video system.  A reporter joined me to inquire what my job was and just at that moment, an enemy aircraft was detected, heading our way.  I smiled at the news guy and said, "Watch this."  Utilizing the video system, I aimed my laser at the approaching aircraft and fired a short burst of ray at it. I scored a direct hit and the enemy aircraft (another bomber as I recall) broke up and started to fall.  "As you noticed," I told the guy, "We are over the ocean, but the wreckage should drift just enough to crash right along the coastline."  Sure enough, my girlfriend and I picnicked on the beach later in the day and we sat right amongst the ruins of the downed plane.  Pieces of wreckage still burned here and there, but there were no bodies anywhere.  The people on that plane must have bailed out, at least I like to think so.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: albrecht on August 28, 2018, 01:01:08 AM
The prank where you shaved your friend’s head and glued the hair on his lip is so epic that it has melded into the Collective Unconscious. It will be seeping into the dreams of dreamers for 100s of years, just as it did my own dream.

I like the car keys prank too. It’s diabolical.
Thanks! We should start new thread, even. I still have a bug for pranks and jokes that one might never know end even. Won't do any more, of course. Like when I find a letter a mailman lost. Person dropped by accident. Put in my mail by accident, etc. Dont read but open n throw in a coupon, random photo, some random newspaper clipping, whatever at hand, and reseal n send on. Who knows what happened? But fun to laugh about possibilities.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 28, 2018, 01:49:35 PM
Dream, August 28, 2018.

I had a fun dream where I was back in Monroe, Oregon, standing at the open site of my grandfather's pool hall.  (Funny, because there is actually a tavern there now, that was built shortly after the original poolhall was torn down back in 1960.)  It seems as if I was commissioned to rebuild an exact copy of the original building, and there I was, looking over blueprints and overseeing the carpenters as they sawed wood and electricians putting in wiring.  We actually got a lot done, but as usual, it is always kind of dark when I dream about the poolhall.  I remember having a hard time locating some vintage pool tables for use there.  The guy who bank rolled the project appeared to remined me that once everything was done, there was a distinct possibility that he would be putting it up for sale.     
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: 2Lord2Grantham on August 29, 2018, 05:26:27 AM
Thanks! We should start new thread, even. I still have a bug for pranks and jokes that one might never know end even. Won't do any more, of course. Like when I find a letter a mailman lost. Person dropped by accident. Put in my mail by accident, etc. Dont read but open n throw in a coupon, random photo, some random newspaper clipping, whatever at hand, and reseal n send on. Who knows what happened? But fun to laugh about possibilities.

Don't let the postal inspector find out about that.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 29, 2018, 04:39:44 PM
Dream, August 29, 2018.

I dreamt that I was standing by a street watching a parade, and a rather strange one at that.  There were people going by and they were covered in bright, colorful clothing, kind of medieval style though there were no knights and armor.  Somebody next to me whispered that Nightmare was approaching and that we were to close our eyes as she passed by.  I closed my eyes but as I heard the clip clop of her horse I opened them a bit to sneak a glimpse.  I saw an utterly beautiful woman with long black hair riding on the horse.  She was covered in a black robe but still I could tell that she had a dynamite figure. 

A hand grabbed onto my shoulder and yanked me away from the parade route.  I looked and saw that it was a military man and I asked him "What, are you a cop?"  The next thing I knew, I was sitting in a jail cell.  It was kind of a joke jail because it only had one cell in it.  There were a couple of chairs in the cell and a small table with a softcover book on it.  I picked up the book and sat in a chair.  It was a western because I could see a cowboy on the cover plus the word Western in the title.  I tried to read it but the pages were incased in ice, as if the book had been immersed in water and then placed in a freezer for awhile.

The cell door opened and another guy was pushed inside.  His name was Terry and we spoke for awhile, though the only thing I can remember that we talked about was our most favorite vintage comic strips.  He liked the Doonesbury strip while I was partial to the Our Boarding House with Major Hoople comic.

       
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: albrecht on August 29, 2018, 10:31:26 PM
Don't let the postal inspector find out about that.
Indeed. Don't anymore n statute of limitations etc. When bored, again in years past, waiting for class, at a bus stop, etc where people used to post ads (rooms for rent, odd jobs, for rent, ride shares, for sale, etc) were often handwritten or cheaply printed I would add 'something.' Nothing mean or obscene but weird. Who knows what would happen? The joke is in the thinking of potential "what-ifs."
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: albrecht on August 29, 2018, 10:40:03 PM
Dream, August 29, 2018.

I dreamt that I was standing by a street watching a parade, and a rather strange one at that.  There were people going by and they were covered in bright, colorful clothing, kind of medieval style though there were no knights and armor.  Somebody next to me whispered that Nightmare was approaching and that we were to close our eyes as she passed by.  I closed my eyes but as I heard the clip clop of her horse I opened them a bit to sneak a glimpse.  I saw an utterly beautiful woman with long black hair riding on the horse.  She was covered in a black robe but still I could tell that she had a dynamite figure. 

A hand grabbed onto my shoulder and yanked me away from the parade route.  I looked and saw that it was a military man and I asked him "What, are you a cop?"  The next thing I knew, I was sitting in a jail cell.  It was kind of a joke jail because it only had one cell in it.  There were a couple of chairs in the cell and a small table with a softcover book on it.  I picked up the book and sat in a chair.  It was a western because I could see a cowboy on the cover plus the word Western in the title.  I tried to read it but the pages were incased in ice, as if the book had been immersed in water and then placed in a freezer for awhile.

The cell door opened and another guy was pushed inside.  His name was Terry and we spoke for awhile, though the only thing I can remember that we talked about was our most favorite vintage comic strips.  He liked the Doonesbury strip while I was partial to the Our Boarding House with Major Hoople comic.

     

Can you/have you lucid dreamnt? I have only a few times. Though, oddly, I also had a few in which it was like I was directing, almost, in one case doing so, writing a script or something. Maybe that it was lucid dreaming is but it was like writing/directing me in dream but, oddly, on one hand not doing it. Like Im in dream controlled by another me 'aware' and watching, even making it. Very weird. Strange. Only a few times. Have some at times where I fight the dream n wake up or fight the point of going to 'sleep' when I sensed a bad dream coming
 Again, not often but like a physical kick etc n make awake.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: K_Dubb on August 29, 2018, 11:07:48 PM
Dream, August 29, 2018.

I dreamt that I was standing by a street watching a parade, and a rather strange one at that.  There were people going by and they were covered in bright, colorful clothing, kind of medieval style though there were no knights and armor.  Somebody next to me whispered that Nightmare was approaching and that we were to close our eyes as she passed by.  I closed my eyes but as I heard the clip clop of her horse I opened them a bit to sneak a glimpse.  I saw an utterly beautiful woman with long black hair riding on the horse.  She was covered in a black robe but still I could tell that she had a dynamite figure. 

A hand grabbed onto my shoulder and yanked me away from the parade route.  I looked and saw that it was a military man and I asked him "What, are you a cop?"  The next thing I knew, I was sitting in a jail cell.  It was kind of a joke jail because it only had one cell in it.  There were a couple of chairs in the cell and a small table with a softcover book on it.  I picked up the book and sat in a chair.  It was a western because I could see a cowboy on the cover plus the word Western in the title.  I tried to read it but the pages were incased in ice, as if the book had been immersed in water and then placed in a freezer for awhile.

The cell door opened and another guy was pushed inside.  His name was Terry and we spoke for awhile, though the only thing I can remember that we talked about was our most favorite vintage comic strips.  He liked the Doonesbury strip while I was partial to the Our Boarding House with Major Hoople comic.

     

Wow, what an epic spin on Lady Godiva!  Thanks, Rix, these are awfully entertaining.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 29, 2018, 11:21:09 PM
Wow, what an epic spin on Lady Godiva!  Thanks, Rix, these are awfully entertaining.

My pleasure, K.  I am very glad that you like my dreams.  I wasn't too sure how they were going over with everybody.  I'll try to keep them coming.  So far there has been at least one or two dreams that I manage to remember upon awakening.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 29, 2018, 11:27:06 PM
Can you/have you lucid dreamnt? I have only a few times. Though, oddly, I also had a few in which it was like I was directing, almost, in one case doing so, writing a script or something. Maybe that it was lucid dreaming is but it was like writing/directing me in dream but, oddly, on one hand not doing it. Like Im in dream controlled by another me 'aware' and watching, even making it. Very weird. Strange. Only a few times. Have some at times where I fight the dream n wake up or fight the point of going to 'sleep' when I sensed a bad dream coming
 Again, not often but like a physical kick etc n make awake.

There are times when I feel in control of a dream, though only at certain times during the dream itself.  I hardly ever control a dream all the way through.  Recognition that I am dreaming usually comes as a remembrance of a memory as I dream, and then I will say to myself, "Hey, I'm dreaming here."
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: albrecht on August 29, 2018, 11:34:50 PM
There are times when I feel in control of a dream, though only at certain times during the dream itself.  I hardly ever control a dream all the way through.  Recognition that I am dreaming usually comes as a remembrance of a memory as I dream, and then I will say to myself, "Hey, I'm dreaming here."
Younger it was better but now I find if I wake early, like switching a time zone, not even big but better then, or working until real tired or weird hour I get a 'wake up' by my natural  'clock' but still in dream and can, rarely, 'get back' into dream. Cool when happens, normally, sometimes bad or frustrating if not. That is, not able or unresolved,  or more tired when waking from ending dream early. Tried a few times to write down but never, really, did. I should because interesting thing dreams. Keep the posts coming, rare I remember at level you do and interesting.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 29, 2018, 11:47:17 PM
Younger it was better but now I find if I wake early, like switching a time zone, not even big but better then, or working until real tired or weird hour I get a 'wake up' by my natural  'clock' but still in dream and can, rarely, 'get back' into dream. Cool when happens, normally, sometimes bad or frustrating if not. That is, not able or unresolved,  or more tired when waking from ending dream early. Tried a few times to write down but never, really, did. I should because interesting thing dreams. Keep the posts coming, rare I remember at level you do and interesting.

Dave had an interesting guest on last night.  Lots of cool info on lucid dreaming.  But thanks for the input, mr. a.  Will do.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 30, 2018, 02:31:50 PM
Dreams, August 30, 2018.

I dreamt that I was standing in back of a gas station and there was a ton of trash all over the ground.  I heard a police siren in the background and it sounded like it was getting louder.  "Great,"  I thought to myself.  "That cop is looking for somebody suspicious and here I am, standing around in a bunch of trash!"  I noticed a couple of big plastic bags nearby so I grabbed them and feverishly started stuffing all the garbage inside as the police car grew closer and closer.  I got all the trash stuffed in one bag while the other one mysteriously filled itself up with helium.  The police car appeared, and there I was, holding an oversized bag of trash in one hand, and a big helium balloon in the other.  The policeman gave me a quizzical look but he continued to zip on by.

I think that the dream overlords have decreed that I am not to eat meat while I dream.  They placed a barrier between me and a store that sold meat items like beef jerky, polish sausages, etc.  It was a big bridge, and there was no pedestrian walkway on it.  But, ah ha,  i figured  a way around it, or rather, over it.  I climbed onto the first bridge arch and crawled my way over it.  Trouble was, when I got to the top of the arch, I stated to slip off the edge of it.  It was dark, and I started to freak out over the possibility of falling off the bridge.

I don't vape in real life, but in this dream, I pulled out a bic lighter and after lighting it up, I put it up to my mouth and sucked in the flame.  I walked into a building that must have been centered on research because there was a man in a bed, smoking a regular cigarette and he was surounded by people in lab coats who were writing notes down onto their clipboards.  I walked into another room and there were some salespeople in there.  One guy was bragging about his sales route.  "Look at the territory that I am covering."  he told me.  I looked on the floor and there was a map, lacquered right onto the floor tiles along with pics of the guy's face placed all along his route.  "Nice." I told him.  "Should I tube it?"  He asked?  I didn't know what he meant, but I said "Sure."  He knelt down with a tube of paint and squirted it all over his map.  Then he stood up and vigorously stomped all over it.       

Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: albrecht on August 31, 2018, 01:22:42 AM
Weird one. During a rare afternoon nap. Visiting family I think, a big house with people I know bit havent seen. Odd comments, and big dinner all good, kids running around tho. Go to other room and a weird staircase, like 70s style, or no code (no railings n only supports below) that goes up but in a semi spiral way, not totaly but not straight and steps are more roundish. Goes sorta to a shed, then comes down behind but cant see cause sorta meanders. But odd n beautiful amd I comment "wow youre a good builder" to my 'cousin' (someone in dream I recognize as such as very familiar bit really cant place but assume since some family house.) He just say those TWO liked it. Then some stuff happened and chasing after kids n talking with people n noticed a door n went out n a guy, who also I thought was. "Cousin." But not same, but sorta, n he was throwing concrete down a hole. I asked what he was building. He seemed mute or retard (sorry but thoght i had) buf motioned down. Climbed down hole to a cellar but big and he said he said he was building an escape route and was shoring up walls. I asked "where to?" And he had no answer. I said "you'll all die there is no way out? This is a crazy idea." Edit: when I said it it was like he said it or knew. A blank look but now not retard look, like it obvous.
Woke up.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 31, 2018, 02:55:38 AM
Weird one. During a rare afternoon nap. Visiting family I think, a big house with people I know bit havent seen. Odd comments, and big dinner all good, kids running around tho. Go to other room and a weird staircase, like 70s style, or no code (no railings n only supports below) that goes up but in a semi spiral way, not totaly but not straight and steps are more roundish. Goes sorta to a shed, then comes down behind but cant see cause sorta meanders. But odd n beautiful amd I comment "wow youre a good builder" to my 'cousin' (someone in dream I recognize as such as very familiar bit really cant place but assume since some family house.) He just say those TWO liked it. Then some stuff happened and chasing after kids n talking with people n noticed a door n went out n a guy, who also I thought was. "Cousin." But not same, but sorta, n he was throwing concrete down a hole. I asked what he was building. He seemed mute or retard (sorry but thoght i had) buf motioned down. Climbed down hole to a cellar but big and he said he said he was building an escape route and was shoring up walls. I asked "where to?" And he had no answer. I said "you'll all die there is no way out? This is a crazy idea." Edit: when I said it it was like he said it or knew. A blank look but now not retard look, like it obvous.
Woke up.

Neat dream, mr. a.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 31, 2018, 03:21:53 PM
Dream, August 31, 2018.

I dreamt that I was walking up a hill and on that hill was a building and on that building was a sign, but I can't remember what it said.  I'm pretty sure that it had something to do with a college course.  I was happy to be there and was receptive to learn something new.  Other students approached the building and it was then that I noticed that they were all carrying a brown folder stuffed with papers.  I didn't have a folder and I started to feel uneasy about it.  Just then, a kindly older man approached me and handed me a folder with all the papers in it.  I was very happy and started towards the school but then I woke up.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: albrecht on August 31, 2018, 05:42:05 PM
Dream, August 31, 2018.

I dreamt that I was walking up a hill and on that hill was a building and on that building was a sign, but I can't remember what it said.  I'm pretty sure that it had something to do with a college course.  I was happy to be there and was receptive to learn something new.  Other students approached the building and it was then that I noticed that they were all carrying a brown folder stuffed with papers.  I didn't have a folder and I started to feel uneasy about it.  Just then, a kindly older man approached me and handed me a folder with all the papers in it.  I was very happy and started towards the school but then I woke up.
Finally a happy ending to the "I found myself back in school and missing a...or late for..." dream! Good job.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on August 31, 2018, 07:37:18 PM
Finally a happy ending to the "I found myself back in school and missing a...or late for..." dream! Good job.

Haha!  Thanks, mr. a.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 01, 2018, 02:13:45 PM
Dream, September 1, 2018.

The funny thing about coming across the late Mr. B. in a dream is that it is always a complete surprise.  I dreamt that I was walking through a warren of empty rooms when voila, there he is, sitting on a stool, wearing blue jeans and a blue t-shirt.  He has that same silly smirk on his face like, "Surprised to see me huh?  No I'm not dead.  I'm as alive as you are."  And me, silly fool that I am, I always act the same damn way when encountering him.  I act like I knew that he wasn't dead, that he'd been alive and well for the past three or so years.  "How's it going, Jim?"  I ask with my best poker voice, though I'm totally shocked out of my socks to see that he is indeed alive.  We never seem to talk much, we just go through the same little routine.  A minute or two passes and I realize that I'm dreaming, as opposed to crossing the spirit line for more direct contact.  After all, he came to me, not vice versa.  He looks a little shadowy around the edges.

"Fine,"  He anwers with a chuckle.  "Considering."         
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: ShayP on September 01, 2018, 06:30:39 PM
When I was a child I used to get fevers for no apparent reason.  Very high temperatures.  I would hallucinate.  My Mom would take me to the ER and once I was there the fever was mild, or gone.  Nobody understood why this happened.  When I'd get fevers as I slept, I'd have dreams/nightmares.  I'd be awakened by them.  Most were forgotten over the years, however I've had two that repeated through out my life.  40 years of having one of those two dreams periodically.  One of which never went anywhere.  It was just a repeat, like an old movie.  The other however seemed to come to a conclusion which still hasn't happened.  I want to keep dreaming that particular one because sometimes it's maddening.  It is hard to describe or narrate but I will do my best to paint a picture.  Keep in mind that this started when I was 4 or 5.  I'm now 47 and this dream pops up once in a while.

It starts where I'm at a church.  Outside.  I know it's a church due to the markings but it looks more industrial.  Like a big warehouse or school.  Not your typical church.   Everything is hardened.  Brick, marble, granite, etc.  There are 2 arched wooden doors in the front and I enter through the one on the right.  I sneak in and snoop around.  I walk passed the pews and statues that are on the perimeter.  To the extreme right there is a darkened hallway with another doorway to the left as you enter.  There are 2 flights of steps.  I see desks, filing cabinets, shelves and a light coming from the opposite side of the room (to the left) where I see shadows and hear muffled sounds.  I get nervous and notice that straight ahead is another doorway with another flight of stairs.  Again, to the left.  I go down them and as I reach the bottom there is nothing but clutter.  Chairs, papers, furniture, trash, just piled piles upon piles.  The only opening is to the left (again).  One flight of stairs.  I go down and look to the left (sense a pattern here).  I first see a stage.  A typical stage you'd see in a school, etc.  There is nobody on the stage but at the back there are folded chairs against the wall along with posters and books on the floor.  In front of the stage are three rows of chairs with "people" sitting in them facing forward.  The thing that sticks in my mind after all these years is that there is one "person" there dressed as a band leader.  The tall hat.  The red uniform with the gold trim.  Ribbons.  The rest of the "people" are wearing just random outfits.  Nothing stands out.  The reason I put people in quotes is that they weren't people.  When they became aware that I was standing there, they all looked in unison.  None of them had faces.  No features.  No eyes, mouth, nose, etc.  Their skin wasn't smooth either.  It was slightly darkened and resembled the texture of a dried leaf.  Once they looked at me I felt an immense sense of fear and panic and I ran back out of the church.  I could hear them following me.  I escape and cross the street.  I stop and look back.  I never see anything else but the door I left open as I left and the sky looks very dark.  Nearly charcoal grey.  It was sunny and partly cloudy at the beginning.

I've had that dream many times and each time I feel like I inch toward an understanding.  It haunts me.  I wish I could draw or paint so I can put it down for people to see.



Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Walks_At_Night on September 01, 2018, 06:34:53 PM
You guys are killing me................

I almost never remember a dream.   That last one that I do remember, had Dolly Parton of all people, puking in a brand new Jeep Wrangler I just bought.


*sigh*
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 02, 2018, 05:37:04 PM
When I was a child I used to get fevers for no apparent reason.  Very high temperatures.  I would hallucinate.  My Mom would take me to the ER and once I was there the fever was mild, or gone.  Nobody understood why this happened.  When I'd get fevers as I slept, I'd have dreams/nightmares.  I'd be awakened by them.  Most were forgotten over the years, however I've had two that repeated through out my life.  40 years of having one of those two dreams periodically.  One of which never went anywhere.  It was just a repeat, like an old movie.  The other however seemed to come to a conclusion which still hasn't happened.  I want to keep dreaming that particular one because sometimes it's maddening.  It is hard to describe or narrate but I will do my best to paint a picture.  Keep in mind that this started when I was 4 or 5.  I'm now 47 and this dream pops up once in a while.

It starts where I'm at a church.  Outside.  I know it's a church due to the markings but it looks more industrial.  Like a big warehouse or school.  Not your typical church.   Everything is hardened.  Brick, marble, granite, etc.  There are 2 arched wooden doors in the front and I enter through the one on the right.  I sneak in and snoop around.  I walk passed the pews and statues that are on the perimeter.  To the extreme right there is a darkened hallway with another doorway to the left as you enter.  There are 2 flights of steps.  I see desks, filing cabinets, shelves and a light coming from the opposite side of the room (to the left) where I see shadows and hear muffled sounds.  I get nervous and notice that straight ahead is another doorway with another flight of stairs.  Again, to the left.  I go down them and as I reach the bottom there is nothing but clutter.  Chairs, papers, furniture, trash, just piled piles upon piles.  The only opening is to the left (again).  One flight of stairs.  I go down and look to the left (sense a pattern here).  I first see a stage.  A typical stage you'd see in a school, etc.  There is nobody on the stage but at the back there are folded chairs against the wall along with posters and books on the floor.  In front of the stage are three rows of chairs with "people" sitting in them facing forward.  The thing that sticks in my mind after all these years is that there is one "person" there dressed as a band leader.  The tall hat.  The red uniform with the gold trim.  Ribbons.  The rest of the "people" are wearing just random outfits.  Nothing stands out.  The reason I put people in quotes is that they weren't people.  When they became aware that I was standing there, they all looked in unison.  None of them had faces.  No features.  No eyes, mouth, nose, etc.  Their skin wasn't smooth either.  It was slightly darkened and resembled the texture of a dried leaf.  Once they looked at me I felt an immense sense of fear and panic and I ran back out of the church.  I could hear them following me.  I escape and cross the street.  I stop and look back.  I never see anything else but the door I left open as I left and the sky looks very dark.  Nearly charcoal grey.  It was sunny and partly cloudy at the beginning.

I've had that dream many times and each time I feel like I inch toward an understanding.  It haunts me.  I wish I could draw or paint so I can put it down for people to see.

That is a wonderful recollection of a repeating dream, Shay.  Almost lyrical in nature and there seems to be a treasure hunt aspect to it as well.  Perhaps you are searching for something, though not quite spiritual in nature, despite the fact that your dream begins in a church.  Here is my spin on your dream...  Your dream church is a series of recollections from the spirit realm, where your spirit resided after your previous life ended.  Here are stored (the file cabinets) the memories from that earlier life.  More than that though, you were surrounded by a loving group of spiritual guides who have diligently prepped you for your present life.  One guide in particular was especially helpful (the band leader) and you were able to retain a memory of him (and the others, to a smaller extent) in your early years of childhood.  I believe that there is something special that you have been drilled for, something that you will accomplish in this present life.  Your dream ends with you escaping the people (your guides) with the dried leaf faces.  I think they were definitely scaring you away, though in fact, they were doing it on purpose and out of love, not as a threat of doing you any bodily harm.  That is why they didn't continue the chase, and remained inside the 'church.'  I think that they want you to continue on into the sidewalks and streets that you were escaping to.  Perhaps when you dream it again, you will cover more ground and possibly even see a glimpse of what it is that you are searching for.       
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: sean92008 on September 02, 2018, 07:16:33 PM
Just an editorial comment...

There's a woman who emails at least two-three times a week telling me I'm in her very weird dreams. 

I get it that it may resonate with me and I may have an insight for her but after months of it, it gets really old.

Yes, she was a FWB and yes, she wants to return to the land of ahhs but I'm not driving to Los Angeles to do 30 minutes (plus cuddling) of anything unless there's four figures involved.



Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: ShayP on September 03, 2018, 03:22:44 PM
That is a wonderful recollection of a repeating dream, Shay.  Almost lyrical in nature and there seems to be a treasure hunt aspect to it as well.  Perhaps you are searching for something, though not quite spiritual in nature, despite the fact that your dream begins in a church.  Here is my spin on your dream...  Your dream church is a series of recollections from the spirit realm, where your spirit resided after your previous life ended.  Here are stored (the file cabinets) the memories from that earlier life.  More than that though, you were surrounded by a loving group of spiritual guides who have diligently prepped you for your present life.  One guide in particular was especially helpful (the band leader) and you were able to retain a memory of him (and the others, to a smaller extent) in your early years of childhood.  I believe that there is something special that you have been drilled for, something that you will accomplish in this present life.  Your dream ends with you escaping the people (your guides) with the dried leaf faces.  I think they were definitely scaring you away, though in fact, they were doing it on purpose and out of love, not as a threat of doing you any bodily harm.  That is why they didn't continue the chase, and remained inside the 'church.'  I think that they want you to continue on into the sidewalks and streets that you were escaping to.  Perhaps when you dream it again, you will cover more ground and possibly even see a glimpse of what it is that you are searching for.       

Wow.  Interesting interpretation Rikki.  Much appreciated.  Perhaps that's possible.  I've over-analyzed it for years.  I kinda wish I wouldn't have that dream again.  :-\
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 03, 2018, 05:58:12 PM
Dream, September 3, 2018.

I was standing on a sidewalk in New York, with towering skyscrapers all around.  A guy on a bicycle pulled over and handed me an envelope with my name on it.  The fellow was obviously a messenger, though he was wearing kind of a joke bellboy uniform.  "Say," I asked, "How did you know that I was me?"  Oh that's easy," he answered with a chuckle.  "Everybody knows you."

"Mind telling me who sent this?" I asked.  "From Mr. Ants (Antz?) most likely." he said.  "See that building over there across the street?"  "Yes."  "And see that number 103 at the upper right of your envelope?"  "Yes."  I said again.  "Well, that's his building and his office is on the 103rd floor." 

I generally don't know how to tip service people in a big city.  I reached into a pocket and found a coin.  I flipped it to the messenger and he seemed pretty pleased with it.  The coin was big and heavy and made out of solid gold.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 04, 2018, 02:02:11 PM
Dreams, September 4, 2018.

It was dark and I had a red, plastic flashlight.  I pressed it on but there was no light beam.  I held it up and placed it over my right eye. The batteries weren't totally dead.  I could just barely see a weak glow coming from the pea sized bulb.  Obviously it wasn't enough to light the way ahead of me.

I entered a big warehouse called Crate World.  You'll never guess what I saw in there.  No, just kidding.  Wooden crates and lots of them.  Different sizes too.  Big ones, little ones and they were stacked somewhat precariously, clear up to the rafters.   A bearded guy was in the back hammering some nails into a half built crate.  He was a friendly chap and was happy to chat.

"A lot of work must go into making those crates."  I noted.  "Yup," he said.  "A lot of blood, sweat and fears."  "You mean tears." I corrected him.  "No, I meant fears." he said.  "Take this hammering I'm doing.  One slip and I've got a sore finger for a week or two.  And those stacks of crates out there," he pointed with his thumb.  "You just never know when one of them will up and fall over.  Those are my fears."

I could have continued on with the conversation but I was too busy trying to memorize what he was saying.  I particularly liked that phrase blood, sweat and fears, and I was glad to see that it stuck with me after I woke up.  I like it when I can remember a conversation that might take place during a dream.     
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Walks_At_Night on September 04, 2018, 04:33:25 PM
Dream, September 3, 2018.

I was standing on a sidewalk in New York, with towering skyscrapers all around.  A guy on a bicycle pulled over and handed me an envelope with my name on it.  The fellow was obviously a messenger, though he was wearing kind of a joke bellboy uniform.  "Say," I asked, "How did you know that I was me?"  Oh that's easy," he answered with a chuckle.  "Everybody knows you."

"Mind telling me who sent this?" I asked.  "From Mr. Ants (Antz?) most likely." he said.  "See that building over there across the street?"  "Yes."  "And see that number 103 at the upper right of your envelope?"  "Yes."  I said again.  "Well, that's his building and his office is on the 103rd floor." 

I generally don't know how to tip service people in a big city.  I reached into a pocket and found a coin.  I flipped it to the messenger and he seemed pretty pleased with it.  The coin was big and heavy and made out of solid gold.

I'll take any of those extra Krugerrands off your hands...................
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 04, 2018, 05:44:11 PM
I'll take any of those extra Krugerrands off your hands...................

Ha!  You've got it, my friend.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 05, 2018, 02:41:45 PM
Dreams, September 5, 2018.

I was investigating the death of a murdered young lady whose body was found draped over the cross bar of a street light.  She was of average height with long black hair.  She was dressed in what looked to be a trench coat.  Quite a balancing act, I couldn't help but note while looking up at her remains.  A jovial police officer approached and he was kind of an old fashioned Scottish, joke cop.  Apparently we knew each other.  "Any idea how she got herself up there, laddie me boy?" (See what I mean?)  "I'm not sure,"  I said.  "She couldn't have shimmied up the pole, that's for sure, because it's way too slick.  It almost looks like she was killed first and then her body was draped over the cross pole.  Whoever did it balanced her body just right so that it wouldn't fall off.  I'm sure we'll find the manner of death when the crime lab boys get here."  I walked down the dark street, thinking that some kind of monster might have done it.  That, or some kind of weird person driving a cherry picker crane/truck could have run her over and then put her body up there.

Not sure if this second dream is related to the first.  It was still dark, but I'm not so sure that I was still carrying a detective persona.  I stepped onto kind of a go-walk thing.  It was a moving sidewalk, kind of like a treadmill, where you stand on it and it starts to move you along to the next street.  Anyway, I stepped onto it and it didn't move.  I waited around for a couple moments and then I stepped off and looked down into an opening between the sidewalk and the grass.  I could see some criminals down there, sitting around and enjoying some smokes.  I think that they were the power source for the sidewalk.  There were some wooden, peg like structures jutting out from the side.  I could picture them pushing the pegs as they walked forward, thus making the sidewalk move.  "Hey, you've got a customer up here."  I shouted down to them.  I couldn't quite hear what was shouted back at me.  It might have been "Up yours."     

       
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 06, 2018, 02:07:08 PM
Dream, September 6, 2018.

I was walking down a hallway that had lots of doors to offices in it.  One had a frosted window with the letters O D painted on it.  I was curious so I tried the doorknob.  It wasn't locked, so I walked on in.  A youngish guy was sitting at a desk and he was wearing a shirt with an embroidered name tag on it that read Tom.  He was an English chap and he asked me if I needed some help.  I asked him what the O D stood for and he smiled and said, "Well that's me now, isn't it?  Operations Director."  Oh, yeah," I muttered.  "That makes sense, I guess."
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 07, 2018, 12:58:34 PM
Dream, September 7, 2018.

I walked into a movie theatre and was surprised to find out that it had been converted into a bingo hall.  People were sitting at tables playing, well, bingo.  I spotted my late uncle at one of the tables.  He was sharing it with the ghost of actor Bob Cummings.  "Excuse me sonny," Bob said to me as I approached them.  "Could you be so kind as to pick up my game piece?"  Bob was using a bunch of 9/16" bolts to mark his bingo cards with.  I picked it up off the floor and gave it to him.  A pretty lady who kind of looked like a youthful Miss Kitty on television's Gunsmoke walked into the parlor holding a large tray.  She looked like one of those cigarette girls you see in old movies.   She was wearing a brief outfit.  In fact, so brief that she was topless.  As she waked by I could see that there weren't any packs of cigarettes in the tray.  There were items of jewelry such as gold rings, diamond broaches and silver bracelets in the tray.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 08, 2018, 02:08:15 PM
Dreams, September 8, 2018.

I watched a jet fighter plane roar by and unbeknownst to me, it had ejected some fireworks in advance.  The fireworks had delayed fuses and they didn't explode until they were directly overhead.  It was a pretty grand sight but it was daylight and they would have been much more colorful had they gone off at night.

I was with a group of people and we were walking around some streets in the dead of night.  We must have been rather young because we started to run from street to street and we weren't winded or anything.  Suddenly, we received word that a monstrouse being was on the loose.  It was big, covered in a black, leathery insect shell and it could half walk and half fly.  We got spooked and began to run down a street in terror.  We rounded a corner and were almost frightened to death because something was rounding the corner towards us.  We were happy to see that it was a woman wearing a black leather coat.  She was happy to see us because she had been trying to run away from the monster too.

Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 09, 2018, 03:28:11 PM
Dream, September 9, 2018.

I had a nice dream where I haunted a place that I used to work at.  I say haunted because I was definitely looking in on the place from the outside.  To take it a step further, all of the workers in there were people that had been fired when I was there, and also, one person was there that had long since died.

Kirby, a guy that I used to work with and who had left for not so greener pastures while I was still there, let me in from the back box car loading area.  Typically it was dream dark inside.  Very little lighting anywhere.  (Well lit when I worked there, though.)

"Ok for me to be here?" I asked Kirby.  "Sure," he answered. "I don't think Rose will mind."  Rose?  Not a familiar name, though I wasn't surprised because the place often hired women to run things. 

A guy named Barry greeted me as I walked further inside the place.  We shook hands and I thought to myself that he must have performed some miracle to be hired back on.  The last time I saw him was years ago when he walked out of the establishment for failing a drug test.  A little too much meth in his pee.

I rounded a corner and there was Jim.  For once, I wasn't shocked to see a dead man alive like I usually was.  Jim didn't try to freak me out by saying something like, 'tadaaa!  I'm not dead.' like he usually does when I dream about him.  He was trying to unscrew some screws so that he could open an electrical panel.  I don't even think that we greeted each other.  I just walked up to him, saw what he was doing and said, "Hold on a second there Jim.  I'll get my screwdriver."  "Thank you," he answered in his typical foregone conclusion way.

I was quite close to entering a lucid state at this point and if I had, I would have thought of the company bulletin board.  It would have been a great spot to pin an ad for EllGab but sadly, I ventured off into an unfamiliar place.  I watched a number of people walking about while others operated some strange looking machines.  And then I woke up.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 10, 2018, 02:28:04 PM
Dream, September 10, 2018.

I dreamt that I was talking to my old Indian guide.  It has been awhile, years in fact, since I last dreamt about him.  I wish I could recall what he was saying word for word but a neighbor's barking dog made me forget most of what he was saying.  He was going on and on about the element iron.  Something about how iron appeared to be strong, but that it would wear away with time.  Iron, an unstable metal.  Steel from iron, also unstable as was his mom.  I think he said something about a concrete damn in the mountains with no water by it anywhere.  The tower city.  He was once stuck in the world's thought or vice versa, he wasn't sure which.  The ocean's voice had told him that in an earlier time nothing remained of humankind, only splinters of glass and a petrified thigh bone.  The sun will shout.

It is fun to talk with the old guy, but I have no recollection of what I said to him, thanks to that dog.   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 11, 2018, 01:21:34 PM
Dream, September 11, 2018.

There didn't seem to be anything memorable in last night's dreams.  I was just walking along in the bright sun, following a sidewalk that kind of wound it's way along a sloping hillside.  But then I came to a park bench that was positioned just off the walkway.  And on that park bench was a woman who was stretched out full length on it.  I have to be careful here in describing her because I really want to do the lady justice.  For you see, we knew each other, we were once great friends and we actually hailed one another as such.  I felt a great deal of affection for her.  While I recognized her, she wasn't familiar to me in the least.  It was more an intuition thing.  Like perhaps if you were to meet someone and suddenly realize that the person had once been a great lover or a happily married mate of yours in a previous lifetime.

The lady was old, but had healthy looking, long black hair.  She was dressed in a nicely fitting, kind of old fashioned looking, black dress.  Oddly enough, that dress kind of looked like Morticia Addam's black dress in the Addams Family television show.  But don't get me wrong, she didn't look like Carolyn Jones, at least a youthful Carolyn Jones.  Perhaps a more elderly Carolyn Jones would fit the bill, though my friend's face was narrower, not quite as round as Carolyn's.

As I wrote earlier, she was stretched out on the bench and I knew that it was because she was low on energy.  She was not feeling well, and was perhaps even dying.  We held hands and looked into each others eyes.  We spoke of happy times together.  "And they will continue."  I remember telling her. 

I felt compelled to resume my walk so we spoke our goodbyes.  A last grasp of hands and I began to walk backwards.  We smiled bravely at each other because we knew in our hearts that this would be a last goodbye.  "Don't leave me now," I demanded.  "I'll be back, dearest friend.  I'll be back!" 

She said nothing in return.  She just kept lying there with a weak smile on her face. 

 

 
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 12, 2018, 03:21:42 PM
Dreams, September 12, 2018.

I had a rather vague dream about a machine of some type that was sitting outside by a pond, though I can't remember any other details about it.  Then I dreamt that I had a pet Praying Mantis.  Not just any Praying Mantis, mind you.  This one was big.  About the size of a large rooster, I would say.  Definetly wouldn't fit in a jar. 

I had it standing on a table top.  I touched an area by the side of its head and inadvertently cut off its oxygen supply.  The poor thing fell over sideways and it sounded like sticks of wood hitting the table top.  I carefully lifted it back up and was pleased to see that it came to.  So there it stood, clutching a small moth with its front legs.  I had hoped to see it take some bites out of the insect but I woke up too soon.

Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: pate on September 12, 2018, 11:18:30 PM
No. Very strong deja vu, sure.

They always end, funny...
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 13, 2018, 02:02:28 PM
Dream, September 13, 2018.

I was wandering around a downtown area and, while it was totally dark for the most part with only a few lights here and there, I did see some people out and about.  Truth in advertising and all, I should note that I was walking about without any pants on.  Still, while I was distracted by that fact, I was pleased that I was wearing underwear plus I had on a big, nicely oversized shirt too.  Nobody seemed to notice what I wasn't wearing and I actually had some short conversations with people, though I can't remember what was being said.  I do remember that I walked up to a giant building, a courthouse, I believe, that had odd entranceways into it like tunnels, water filed channels, and stairs and whatnot.  (I have seen this building in other dreams.)  Looked pretty creepy in the dark.  I walked into a neighborhood and saw two boys playing with a motorized airplane.  You know, like those small batterie operated cars that kids can drive, only this was an airplane.  One of the boys sat atop the plane and pressed some buttons and pulled a lever and the front part of the plane actually rose up like it was about to take off, but then it went back down to the ground.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 14, 2018, 12:33:01 PM
Dreams, September 14, 2018.

I entered an old second hand store, but to say it was a building would be misleading.  It was more like a lean-to entrance into a big, wooden shack.  When I walked inside, I was greeted with not a door, but a curtain that was stretched out the length of the room.  At first I thought that the store was closed, but then I could hear voices behind the curtain.  I walked up and opened the curtain just enough to get a glimpse of what was going on inside there.  Much to my surprise, there was an elaborate church service in progress.  I could see people sitting in rows and flowers everywhere and a reverend standing at a pulpit, busily delivering a sermon, though I couldn't comprehend what he was saying.  I left the store and moved further on.  I saw a woman standing on a flat, wooden platform and she was delivering a speech, but again, I couldn't understand what she was saying.

I walked into my backyard and saw that an ex neighbor was busily pruning some of my shrubs.  In real life, the guy was kind of a pain in the ass and I was glad to see him and his family move away, but here in my dream he was more likable.  I greeted him and looked over his work.  It looked as though he was cutting off dead limbs only and not the living plant tissue, so I let him continue on with the job.     
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 15, 2018, 12:33:25 PM
Dream, September 15, 2018.

I was standing in a room with computers and monitors.  There was a bed there too and based on what was taking place at the start of the dream, I could actually piece together what had occurred before I started the dream.  I must have been sleeping on the bed and somebody went and attached a bunch of wires to my head, because there I stood, with wires stuck all over my head.  The wires from my head to the machines were very long.  A message entered my brain that warned me not to pull the wires off en masse.  They could only be removed in a certain sequence.  Since there were a good twenty wires, I had absolutely no idea which one to pull out first.  Then, to make matters worse, I was told that to remove the wrong wire would cause me to suffer a big electrical shock to my head.  So I stood there for awhile trying to figure things out but the more I thought, the more freaked out I became.  Finally, I let out a howl and raced out of the room.  I ran into the night and entered some dark woods, with the wires trailing behind me.  I came to a babbling brook and after deciding that I had ran far enough, I began to pull the wires out.  Thankfully, I didn't receive any shocks.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 16, 2018, 02:46:38 PM
Dream, September 16, 2018.

I like it when I have a dream in which I get to act.  Last nights dream had me acting not in a television show or a movie, but in a commercial.  I was all suited up in a tux, my hair was nicely styled and I was sitting behind a desk when the camera started to roll.  I got to watch myself from the camera's angle, not through my own dream self.  I saw myself announce that I had recently been killed in a car accident and that through the miracle of Revisit Inc., my soul could be made solid for an hour or so, giving me the opportunity to make proper goodbyes with friends and loved ones, impart certain information regarding the proper disbursement of property in case I haven't made out a will, appearing at a police department to put the finger on someone that has murdered me.  There were a number of advantages that I pointed out to the hired audience but I can't remember them all.  To finish, I held up a test tube that contained some of my bone tissue and said that this is all that you would need to be eligible for a 'revisit' and sorry, cremated remains were not accepted.  The commercial ended with me pointing out that the process could bring back historical figures or long dead loved ones, just so long as some of their bone tissue could still be obtained.  (Sorry, but I can't recall the price for the process, or why they hired my dream body to do the commercial and not someone who had died.)     
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: albrecht on September 16, 2018, 09:59:29 PM
Dream, September 16, 2018.

I like it when I have a dream in which I get to act.  Last nights dream had me acting not in a television show or a movie, but in a commercial.  I was all suited up in a tux, my hair was nicely styled and I was sitting behind a desk when the camera started to roll.  I got to watch myself from the camera's angle, not through my own dream self.  I saw myself announce that I had recently been killed in a car accident and that through the miracle of Revisit Inc., my soul could be made solid for an hour or so, giving me the opportunity to make proper goodbyes with friends and loved ones, impart certain information regarding the proper disbursement of property in case I haven't made out a will, appearing at a police department to put the finger on someone that has murdered me.  There were a number of advantages that I pointed out to the hired audience but I can't remember them all.  To finish, I held up a test tube that contained some of my bone tissue and said that this is all that you would need to be eligible for a 'revisit' and sorry, cremated remains were not accepted.  The commercial ended with me pointing out that the process could bring back historical figures or long dead loved ones, just so long as some of their bone tissue could still be obtained.  (Sorry, but I can't recall the price for the process, or why they hired my dream body to do the commercial and not someone who had died.)   

Interesting ones, keep posting. I had an odd dream last night but, again weird, partially lucid, maybe? Woke up early and "got back into it" because woke due to tramuatic even, maybe?  The event was a black guy being shot point-blank in the head, in an area that looked like a prison or UN temp disaster camp. The weirder thing was dream started at an old English style country house but , apparently, owned by an uncle and there was a wedding. Most mundane but there was aome nd of mystery and I was an almost Sherlock type (here it was more like maybe Watson or a watcher even tho) but, somehow it ended with the shot during some kind of questioning. Ike hostage situation, proving "do as I say or else" but no longer in a nice house but a camp with desparate people. .woke up. So vivid, almost slo-mo as guy shot the random, I think, black guy in the head (with thr obvious consqeunce.) Weird and upsetting and frustrating, got up nntook a leak, had a glass of water, n sorta got back in but couldn't. Forgive spelling on phone n bad lte.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 17, 2018, 04:25:40 PM
Interesting ones, keep posting. I had an odd dream last night but, again weird, partially lucid, maybe? Woke up early and "got back into it" because woke due to tramuatic even, maybe?  The event was a black guy being shot point-blank in the head, in an area that looked like a prison or UN temp disaster camp. The weirder thing was dream started at an old English style country house but , apparently, owned by an uncle and there was a wedding. Most mundane but there was aome nd of mystery and I was an almost Sherlock type (here it was more like maybe Watson or a watcher even tho) but, somehow it ended with the shot during some kind of questioning. Ike hostage situation, proving "do as I say or else" but no longer in a nice house but a camp with desparate people. .woke up. So vivid, almost slo-mo as guy shot the random, I think, black guy in the head (with thr obvious consqeunce.) Weird and upsetting and frustrating, got up nntook a leak, had a glass of water, n sorta got back in but couldn't. Forgive spelling on phone n bad lte.

I liked your dream.  A fairly dramatic dream at that, what with the black guy getting shot and all.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 17, 2018, 05:19:14 PM
Dream, September 17, 2018.

I think I've been watching the Weather Channel too much, of late.  Anyway, here's the dream.. I walked up the hill to Dad's house and saw that Dad and Mom were there.  Funny, they have been dead for years and yet I totally thought that they were alive in the dream. We were standing out front, looking down the hill when the wind started to blow.  At first it was just a breeze but then it got stronger and stronger.  I noticed a funnel cloud down at the lane across the street from Dad's.  It swerved over to a neighbor's house where I once had a friend years ago and it blew out all the windows.  The glass from those windows swirled up the hill and pounded up against the front of Dad's house.  I could distinctly hear the tinkling and clinking of the glass shards as they hit Dad's front windows.  The wind was pretty strong, but the three of us were able to stand around on the front lawn without too much trouble.

My oldest brother's forest retreat house came to mind so I drove up there to warn him about the oncoming wind storm.  I got up to his house and went inside.  He had a big, picture window at the front and we stood there looking at all the dust and windblown branches being tossed about.  "What about those trees up the slope?" I asked my brother.  "This wind might blow them over, you know."  So we walked out back and looked up the slope of the mountain.  We walked up a ways and sure enough, a couple of uprooted trees were rolling down towards us.  The branches fell off of the fallen trees and they looked more like logs by the time they reached us.  We were able to dodge out of the way when they approached us.  "Tell you what," I said.  "I'll hike on up and see if I can spot some more trees that are likely to roll down the mountainside." 


So I hiked up the mountain and it appeared that all the tall evergreen trees were holding on to the ground OK.  I reached the top of the mountain and was surprised to see two silent UFOs hovering above.  They weren't round in shape.  I was suddenly levitated up towards the one on the right.  I got close enough to see that a message had been stenciled onto the bottom of the UFO.  The words were in English but I wasn't able to comprehend what they said. 

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Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: albrecht on September 17, 2018, 06:35:57 PM
Dream, September 17, 2018.

I think I've been watching the Weather Channel too much, of late.  Anyway, here's the dream.. I walked up the hill to Dad's house and saw that Dad and Mom were there.  Funny, they have been dead for years and yet I totally thought that they were alive in the dream. We were standing out front, looking down the hill when the wind started to blow.  At first it was just a breeze but then it got stronger and stronger.  I noticed a funnel cloud down at the lane across the street from Dad's.  It swerved over to a neighbor's house where I once had a friend years ago and it blew out all the windows.  The glass from those windows swirled up the hill and pounded up against the front of Dad's house.  I could distinctly hear the tinkling and clinking of the glass shards as they hit Dad's front windows.  The wind was pretty strong, but the three of us were able to stand around on the front lawn without too much trouble.

My oldest brother's forest retreat house came to mind so I drove up there to warn him about the oncoming wind storm.  I got up to his house and went inside.  He had a big, picture window at the front and we stood there looking at all the dust and windblown branches being tossed about.  "What about those trees up the slope?" I asked my brother.  "This wind might blow them over, you know."  So we walked out back and looked up the slope of the mountain.  We walked up a ways and sure enough, a couple of uprooted trees were rolling down towards us.  The branches fell off of the fallen trees and they looked more like logs by the time they reached us.  We were able to dodge out of the way when they approached us.  "Tell you what," I said.  "I'll hike on up and see if I can spot some more trees that are likely to roll down the mountainside." 


So I hiked up the mountain and it appeared that all the tall evergreen trees were holding on to the ground OK.  I reached the top of the mountain and was surprised to see two silent UFOs hovering above.  They weren't round in shape.  I was suddenly levitated up towards the one on the right.  I got close enough to see that a message had been stenciled onto the bottom of the UFO.  The words were in English but I wasn't able to comprehend what they said. 

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Wow. That is a good one, esp with the drawings. Odd, you.should call into a UFO show with it. It wasnt clear, to me, but reading on phone n sma text. Did your brother really have a 'forest retreat home' nearby up a mountain or was that a part of the dream?

Reminds me of a dream I had years ago. Was at a relative's house amd it was new and I never been. So unfamliar with night sounds. Winter and so I had both windows open. We had drank late into evening catching up and bullshitting. I have dream that nuclear war started. Realistic dream. Odd thing was when I woke up there was still what ended up being distant booms of thunder echoing down valley but no storm still where I was. But when I awoke and laying there a very odd feeling or resignation. Seriously I thought to myself "well, that's it." But wasn't afraid. Just thought, still half asleep, "well, they finally done it" ane thought.about getting up but a weird, almost comfortable "bound to happen" and went back to sleep. Then woke up and figured out the storm situation and alsl in line of airport and railway (so the jets etc in dream.) Was glad world wasn't blown up but also a.strange feeling or why I wasn't more bothered of that potential!?
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 17, 2018, 07:23:09 PM
Wow. That is a good one, esp with the drawings. Odd, you.should call into a UFO show with it. It wasnt clear, to me, but reading on phone n sma text. Did your brother really have a 'forest retreat home' nearby up a mountain or was that a part of the dream?

Reminds me of a dream I had years ago. Was at a relative's house amd it was new and I never been. So unfamliar with night sounds. Winter and so I had both windows open. We had drank late into evening catching up and bullshitting. I have dream that nuclear war started. Realistic dream. Odd thing was when I woke up there was still what ended up being distant booms of thunder echoing down valley but no storm still where I was. But when I awoke and laying there a very odd feeling or resignation. Seriously I thought to myself "well, that's it." But wasn't afraid. Just thought, still half asleep, "well, they finally done it" ane thought.about getting up but a weird, almost comfortable "bound to happen" and went back to sleep. Then woke up and figured out the storm situation and alsl in line of airport and railway (so the jets etc in dream.) Was glad world wasn't blown up but also a.strange feeling or why I wasn't more bothered of that potential!?

Oh, that was quite a dream, especially the part where you were kind of resigned as to nuclear war occurring.  I have often wondered how I would react to such a nightmare scenario.  I once dreamt that a giant asteroid was going to crash into the earth and when the moment arrived I walked up to a tree and wrapped my arms around it, hoping to get a quick prayer off before the fireworks began.  All at once a strange ray shot out of the tree and up into space.  Similar rays shot out of all the trees and they went up and destroyed the asteroid.  Oh, and yes my oldest brother and his family did have a home once, about half way up a canyon, actually.  Not a mountain, though.  I dreamt that part up.   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Fast and Bulbous on September 18, 2018, 01:17:10 PM

Yesterday, I decided I want to write a fantasy story. Needing material, I decided to try to dream the plot. For ideas to write about, I had decided to go outside and explore the city from this perspective.

This morning, after havign slept around seven hours, which is not enough; I need 8 or 9 hours, I gave up. It was raining, and I was not eager to get out of bed. Instead, I tried an OBE.

I rolled onto my side. I could feel the throbbing in my solar plexus. I closed my eyes and focused on the vibration in my solar plexus. The throbbing grew in intensity, and within seconds, it had flung me out of bed. I landed on my hands and toes.

My POV was of being in a pushup or yoga plank position on the floor beside the bed. I looked around the room. Curtain was closed. On the bed, I saw only bare sheets. Not my body.

I knew my body was there in the bed, but I could not see it. Why do I never see my body in such a dream? I wondered. I was disappointed.  “Goddammit.”

I could feel my body lying on the sofa bed, and at the same time, I could feel myself on the floor holding the plank yoga pose. Idiotic discrepancies like this ruin the dream experience, and I prefer a dreamless sleep.

I was well aware that I was dreaming. I was thinking clearly, so clearly, that I could do complicated arithmetic in my head. (One of the lucidity tests I do during dreams).

I knew I would not be able to hold it (the dream. I can hold the plank position for as long as I want.) for long. Act fast. “No time. Move,” I said aloud.

Not much time. I could feel it going. “Must hurry,” I said aloud.

I tried to open the curtain, but it was solid and did not budge. “Ack!” I went through the curtain and the window. Passing through the solid barriers confused me.

Now, I could see only gray light, as though I were looking into fog. I felt weightless. I could not feel any objects touching me, not even the ground or my bed. I had no idea where I was.

Then, I felt motion. I struggled to see. Finally, I saw a gray shape silhouetted in  darkness. It became a pale, gray trapezoid outlined in darkness. The sense of motion continued. The trapezoid was getting smaller and smaller as though I were moving backwards down a tunnel, away from the light at the end of the tunnel.

Then, I realized the trapezoid was the cloudy sky. I was on my back looking up at the sky.  It was framed by the tops of the walls of the courtyard. I was falling down into the courtyard one hundred feet below. I braced myself for the inevitable bloody SPLAT.

After what seemed nearly a minute, I was no longer moving. I was on the ground of the courtyard of my building. Door to building was open. Another door opposite led through an ivy covered wall. People were going in and out through the doorways.

“Think fast,” I said. “Time’s running out.” I went into my building. I went through the passage into the lobby. It was just my building and normal people were going through. I could feel myself waking up.

What do with so little time? Think fast. It was early in the morning, and many of the residents were still asleep.

Perhaps I could go into their apartments and give them Night Terrors. Go medieval and put on Devil’s horns and prod them with a pitchfork. Or sit on their chests and choke them like the Old Hag. Put on a Roswell Gray alien suit and give them an Anal Probe… Last time I tried that, my experimental subject screamed and woke the entire building. Woke me up too. I know it was only a dream, but the coincidence between my dream content and the screaming of a real person was... interesting. And reapeatable. I decided it was not a good idea to dream about things like this.

 Move out now.

I went back out through the hallway. People were walking through the hall. The hallway was narrow, and only one person could pass at a time. I forced my way through the people in the hall, climbing over them, saying, “Sorry, so sorry, pardon me, Ma’am. I need to get out right now, sorry. It is an emergency.”

After an agonizing moment that seemed like it took an hour, I made it out of the building to the courtyard again and went through the other door in the ivy-covered wall opposite my building.

I went through a tunnel and came out into a grassy area. It was foggy, and I could only see fifty feet.

The area nearest me was clear. Abruptly, at a distance of around fifty feet from me, was the fog. It was like a wall reaching to the sky. It roiled, and shadows moved in it. Some shadows would solidify into forms and boiled away. Trees, animals, people, buildings became solid and evaporated into fog.

Near me was a ring of huge trees. I moved toward the trees, and the Fog of Time retreated. Landscape and trees and statues formed out of it. They remained solid, and I approached and walked among them. As I looked, the wall of fog receded.

I was in a park full of plane trees, huge and untrimmed. The park was surrounded by walls that looked like they were made of thick, boiling mist. I had the feeling that they were a dream phenomenon known as the Walls of Time. Perhaps they were temporal walls sectioning off this area into a place of non-time that intersects thousands of years of time, past and future, for this area.

Although I did not pay attention to the tops, they were perhaps thirty meters high and their orientations and locations corresponded to that of the University behind my apartment, just as they are in life.

Stationed along the Walls were monuments, representational bronzes atop high stone and brick bases. They were mostly of significant people, mythical creatures, and animals done in a nineteenth century realistic style once popular for municipal art.

I walked around. People were here in the park. Going farther south (away from my building), there was a canal. In it was a barge (for people, like a pleasure boat). There was a ticket kiosk. A female voice was announcing guided tours and describing the areas the boat would visit. Her words were garbled, as though her reference time frame did not match mine. I could not follow.

I went to the barge. I wondered where it went. I looked for its name and home port.  It was called the “Nightmare.” I could not find its port. I decided to get on and go for a cruise.

Sadly, I could no longer maintain the state. I woke up and did research on streams in the area. Turns out the Beaver river used to run through here until perhaps 100 years ago. It was used as a network of transport canals. There are old photos and it is shown on maps as being where I dreamed part of it.

The park and locations of the walls of mist were the same as those of the College of Agriculture.

The experience took only a few minutes. I was glad I had not wasted the entire morning lying around dreaming.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 18, 2018, 02:52:19 PM
Great dream control there, Fast.  Nice recollection too.  Good going.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 18, 2018, 03:00:01 PM
Dream, September 18, 2018.

I dreamt that I started a new job and it was pretty nice in there, some type of company that made machine parts or something.  The job involved operating a fork lift, so it wasn't very laborious work, though I was getting pretty hungry when lunchtime rolled around.  I hadn't brought a lunch so I went in search for some vending machines.  I entered a big break shack and saw a number of empty spaces where I could see that the vending machines had been.  A man sitting at a table saw me looking at the empty wall and said, "You looking for the vending machines?  Sorry, but management had them all removed on the grounds that they weren't healthy for the employees.  We had some really good ones too, that sold soup, chili, deli sandwiches, ice cream, pastries, cookies, bags of chips, coffee, tea, hot chocolate and milk.  The whole shebang."  "Well, what does management expect us to eat around here?"  I asked.  "Oh, they are going to set out bowels of fruit and sliced vegetables with healthy dip, things like that." he said.  "The only problem is that they haven't brought any of that stuff in yet, and nobody knows when they are going to start doing so." 
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Fast and Bulbous on September 18, 2018, 04:13:10 PM
Great dream control there, Fast.  Nice recollection too.  Good going.
Thanks. For this dream method,  there is no loss of cosciousness. You’re wide awake the whole time. It’s all first person perspective.  Never any breaks in alert ness,     déjà vu or back story or dream within dream. It’s not restful or refreshing like normal sleep.

It goes from being wide awake and reading or puttering around the apartment to lying or sitting down to deep breathing to being in some weird location in the room to the dream experience  to getting out of bed and writing it.

The dream tends to be unstable . Sometimes the content struggles to keep up with the intention to navigate. The scenery can't render and fill in fast enough to keep up with exploration.  It’s like a laggy video game.

The interesting thing about it is the huge number of improbable coincidence, the synchronicity content.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: albrecht on September 18, 2018, 06:50:31 PM
Yesterday, I decided I want to write a fantasy story. Needing material, I decided to try to dream the plot. For ideas to write about, I had decided to go outside and explore the city from this perspective.

This morning, after havign slept around seven hours, which is not enough; I need 8 or 9 hours, I gave up. It was raining, and I was not eager to get out of bed. Instead, I tried an OBE.

I rolled onto my side. I could feel the throbbing in my solar plexus. I closed my eyes and focused on the vibration in my solar plexus. The throbbing grew in intensity, and within seconds, it had flung me out of bed. I landed on my hands and toes.

My POV was of being in a pushup or yoga plank position on the floor beside the bed. I looked around the room. Curtain was closed. On the bed, I saw only bare sheets. Not my body.

I knew my body was there in the bed, but I could not see it. Why do I never see my body in such a dream? I wondered. I was disappointed.  “Goddammit.”

I could feel my body lying on the sofa bed, and at the same time, I could feel myself on the floor holding the plank yoga pose. Idiotic discrepancies like this ruin the dream experience, and I prefer a dreamless sleep.

I was well aware that I was dreaming. I was thinking clearly, so clearly, that I could do complicated arithmetic in my head. (One of the lucidity tests I do during dreams).

I knew I would not be able to hold it (the dream. I can hold the plank position for as long as I want.) for long. Act fast. “No time. Move,” I said aloud.

Not much time. I could feel it going. “Must hurry,” I said aloud.

I tried to open the curtain, but it was solid and did not budge. “Ack!” I went through the curtain and the window. Passing through the solid barriers confused me.

Now, I could see only gray light, as though I were looking into fog. I felt weightless. I could not feel any objects touching me, not even the ground or my bed. I had no idea where I was.

Then, I felt motion. I struggled to see. Finally, I saw a gray shape silhouetted in  darkness. It became a pale, gray trapezoid outlined in darkness. The sense of motion continued. The trapezoid was getting smaller and smaller as though I were moving backwards down a tunnel, away from the light at the end of the tunnel.

Then, I realized the trapezoid was the cloudy sky. I was on my back looking up at the sky.  It was framed by the tops of the walls of the courtyard. I was falling down into the courtyard one hundred feet below. I braced myself for the inevitable bloody SPLAT.

After what seemed nearly a minute, I was no longer moving. I was on the ground of the courtyard of my building. Door to building was open. Another door opposite led through an ivy covered wall. People were going in and out through the doorways.

“Think fast,” I said. “Time’s running out.” I went into my building. I went through the passage into the lobby. It was just my building and normal people were going through. I could feel myself waking up.

What do with so little time? Think fast. It was early in the morning, and many of the residents were still asleep.

Perhaps I could go into their apartments and give them Night Terrors. Go medieval and put on Devil’s horns and prod them with a pitchfork. Or sit on their chests and choke them like the Old Hag. Put on a Roswell Gray alien suit and give them an Anal Probe… Last time I tried that, my experimental subject screamed and woke the entire building. Woke me up too. I know it was only a dream, but the coincidence between my dream content and the screaming of a real person was... interesting. And reapeatable. I decided it was not a good idea to dream about things like this.

 Move out now.

I went back out through the hallway. People were walking through the hall. The hallway was narrow, and only one person could pass at a time. I forced my way through the people in the hall, climbing over them, saying, “Sorry, so sorry, pardon me, Ma’am. I need to get out right now, sorry. It is an emergency.”

After an agonizing moment that seemed like it took an hour, I made it out of the building to the courtyard again and went through the other door in the ivy-covered wall opposite my building.

I went through a tunnel and came out into a grassy area. It was foggy, and I could only see fifty feet.

The area nearest me was clear. Abruptly, at a distance of around fifty feet from me, was the fog. It was like a wall reaching to the sky. It roiled, and shadows moved in it. Some shadows would solidify into forms and boiled away. Trees, animals, people, buildings became solid and evaporated into fog.

Near me was a ring of huge trees. I moved toward the trees, and the Fog of Time retreated. Landscape and trees and statues formed out of it. They remained solid, and I approached and walked among them. As I looked, the wall of fog receded.

I was in a park full of plane trees, huge and untrimmed. The park was surrounded by walls that looked like they were made of thick, boiling mist. I had the feeling that they were a dream phenomenon known as the Walls of Time. Perhaps they were temporal walls sectioning off this area into a place of non-time that intersects thousands of years of time, past and future, for this area.

Although I did not pay attention to the tops, they were perhaps thirty meters high and their orientations and locations corresponded to that of the University behind my apartment, just as they are in life.

Stationed along the Walls were monuments, representational bronzes atop high stone and brick bases. They were mostly of significant people, mythical creatures, and animals done in a nineteenth century realistic style once popular for municipal art.

I walked around. People were here in the park. Going farther south (away from my building), there was a canal. In it was a barge (for people, like a pleasure boat). There was a ticket kiosk. A female voice was announcing guided tours and describing the areas the boat would visit. Her words were garbled, as though her reference time frame did not match mine. I could not follow.

I went to the barge. I wondered where it went. I looked for its name and home port.  It was called the “Nightmare.” I could not find its port. I decided to get on and go for a cruise.

Sadly, I could no longer maintain the state. I woke up and did research on streams in the area. Turns out the Beaver river used to run through here until perhaps 100 years ago. It was used as a network of transport canals. There are old photos and it is shown on maps as being where I dreamed part of it.

The park and locations of the walls of mist were the same as those of the College of Agriculture.

The experience took only a few minutes. I was glad I had not wasted the entire morning lying around dreaming.
Interesting, esp the old canals! And AG School walls and location. And purposeful going-in versus a random dream or an unconcious/sleep situation or method.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 19, 2018, 12:12:13 PM
Dream, September 19, 2018.

I had a silly dream last night where I entered a grocery store and instead of grabbing one large sized cart, I pulled out about four carts that were still stacked inside one another.  Of course, by doing so, there weren't any openings to put groceries, except for a small space on the leading cart, but I didn't seem to be doing any shopping, I just enjoyed the feeling of empowerment from pushing that set of carts.  It was like I was driving a truck compared to the other grocery shoppers driving Volkswagens.  I kind of had some troubles with the tighter corners, and some stacks of canned goods got knocked onto the floor.  Plus I ran into other shoppers carts and that didn't go over well with them.  For some odd reason, the store management called the fire dept. and a truck pulled out front.  The firemen walked into the store to see what all the hub-bub was about.  I left my carts temporarily and went out to the fire engine and swiped a helmet.  I put it on and went back inside to my carts.  I was surprised to find out that the helmets had radio-voice broadcasting in them.  I could actually hear the firemen trying to find me.  I was able to keep one step ahead of them because I could hear where they were searching for me.  I worked my way to the back of the store and pulled the carts backwards into a cold storage area.  I went into the room at an angle and the carts got stuck in the doorway, effectively trapping me inside the room.  I looked behind me and saw the surprised looks on a lady who had been chopping a slab of meat with a cleaver, and a black guy who was dressed up like Chef Boyardee. 
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Fast and Bulbous on September 20, 2018, 02:12:08 AM
Interesting, esp the old canals! And AG School walls and location. And purposeful going-in versus a random dream or an unconcious/sleep situation or method.
the merhod is just a  breathing exercise combined with concentration on the solar plexus.  It’s pretty reliable for OBE-style lucid dreaming. The dream world fills in as you go. It builds from all kinds of information you picked up subconsciously and didn't even know you had. The result is it has an uncanny overlap with the waking world. It's a good way to access collective unconscious archetypes too.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 20, 2018, 01:53:33 PM
Dream, September 20, 2018.

I came into contact with a philosophizing electrician last night.  It all started when I decided to have my electrical system updated because I was going to throw a grand party and I wanted an adequate power supply.  I started by installing a piece of sheet metal over the existing power bank.  I didn't know what I was doing, and a few minutes later, I noticed that the piece of metal had been removed by Steve, the electrician that I had hired to do the electrical work.  Steve was of average height, and wore a pair of glasses.  He looked ever so slightly like that guy who always wants disclosure.  That Steven Greer guy, but Steve the electrician was far better looking.  Anyway, Steve showed me the sheet of metal and tossed it out the window.  "Electrons won't live in a place like that." he said. 

"Well tell me, Steve," I said.  "Have you had a chance to look things over?  Can you do the job?"  "It's possible, but not probable.  I can start this job but just like a divorce, the outcome won't be good."  "Huh?" I said.

The party started anyway and people were wandering about, eating and drinking.  I walked through my living room and was telling some friends about this odd electrician that I had hired and how he said things that didn't seem to make much sense.  We were all laughing about it when low and behold, there was Steve, sitting in the middle of my crowded couch, sipping on a beer.  "Sounds like a guy I'd like to know."  he said with a grin.

I was totally taken aback and after I took my foot out of my mouth, I stepped outside for some fresh air.  Several partygoers were standing out there and all at once we heard a strange noise.  We looked over at a big telephone pole insulator that had been connected to my house.  A bunch of smoke leaked out of the top of it, and I had someone go get Steve.  He took one look at it and told me to get a coil of a certain type of wire and that all the electrical supply stores would have it.  So I walked down to my car.  I was walking on the sidewalk and stumbled over some quarters that had been stacked in a seemingly impossible manner.  They were like a sculpture.  The quarters were laying flat, sideways and a couple of them seemed to be floating.  As my foot hit them, some of the quarters fell to the sidewalk.  I lifted the ruined quarter sculture up and knew that Steve had assembled it.  "Sorry, man." I called up to him.  "I accidentally walked on your quarter statue."  Steve looked down at me from my front porch and said, "That's all right. Quarters were made to be stepped on."

I drove down the road and noticed that I didn't have any brakes.  I kept pumping the brake pedal but the car wouldn't stop.  Finally, it slowed down and came to a stop.  A tow truck pulled up and a guy got out of it and opened the hood of my car.  He put some type of wierd hoist mechanism over my engine and lifted it up so that he could get a good look at it.

"Tsk,tsk," he said while shaking his head.  "There's no fixing this now.  I'm afraid you're going to be stuck here for the night."

Just as I was trying to figure out what to do next, I woke up.  I was very relieved to find out that it was all just a dream.
 

 
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 21, 2018, 12:45:18 PM
Dream, September 21, 2018.

I was in a big, underground bunker with some other people.  We were there for some national defense reason, though what, I don't know.  We got a message that an attack would be made on us, and right at that time, I got a mega case of claustrophobia.  I got out of the place but some soldier types caught me and took me back.  They said that the attack alert was a false alarm.

I went down to the lunchroom and was surprised to see an old high school hottie that I once dated.  She looked pretty much the same and we had fun reminiscing about the past.  We started kissing, too.  Nice, long, lingering ones.  We sat down and ate with all the other couples there.  After lunch, the other couples started to fight.  A man in a white lab coat came in and noted some things on his clipboard.  He looked at me and my ex-girlfriend and noticed that we weren't fighting.  He approached us and said that the food had been impregnated with an experimental drug that caused husbands, wives, and lovers to fight with each other.  The lab guy wrote something down and said that we must truly be in love to have overcome the effect of that drug.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: albrecht on September 21, 2018, 06:15:14 PM
the merhod is just a  breathing exercise combined with concentration on the solar plexus.  It’s pretty reliable for OBE-style lucid dreaming. The dream world fills in as you go. It builds from all kinds of information you picked up subconsciously and didn't even know you had. The result is it has an uncanny overlap with the waking world. It's a good way to access collective unconscious archetypes too.
I'm not sure I tried the same technique but I specifically tried to "get back into" a dream I was having in a shitty motel room due to a bumped flight and cheap airlines. It was a funny dream because it involved a hotel. But in the dream the hotel was called "Hotel Mongolia"  after a long delay and then cancellation (though, cleverly, the airlines call it a "delay"- to next morning- to avoid messing up their matrix and having to possibly issue a free flight.) But they sent me to some shithole but, whatever, been in worse and tired. But the A/C was loud, the walls were thin, and you could hear everything. Hard to sleep. Plus when I have to wake up I have an internal clock so that I wake up before alarm but, often, not deep a sleep. Anyway for what it is worth.....

So, somehow, this external stimuli imprinted on my dream. That involved a hotel called "Hotel Mongolia" but had nothing to do with Mongolia, Yaks, etc. At one point we, during some kind of missing person investigation, found a bunch of water soaked letters that a mailman who was apparently living there (they place had become one of those long-term rental hotels for deadbeats, druggies, etc.) A fellow investigator commented "a shame this used to be a grand hotel and many famous people stayed here." I asked "did Carnies stay here" because there was a room, partially flooded, that had weird dolls, games, costumes, and sets, and he said "no, they all live in Earth." Now, in this dream, the "Hotel Mongolia" was apparently in Knoxville and "Earth" was some small town outside of Knoxville where Carnies and those types all lived off season from fairs. Anyway, at one point I woke up, took a leak and checked my clock (so as to get shuttle or uber to make morning flight) but saw I "had time" to sleep more and so went back into the dream by focusing on the droning A/C and leaking sink. It worked, sorta, but never fully into it and the "investigation" never was finished really. I do recall interviewing residents and them all complaining about leaking pipes and the owner of the hotel proclaimed "nothing gets wet and they get what they pay for." There was some zoning issue also (or grandfathered in) and we couldn't bust him for leaks, we needed evidence of the crime (maybe murder even.) I'm not sure we ever found the missing person but at one time, as I mentioned, we found these letters to the missing brother of the lady soaked and couldn't identify who sent them but that he was, at some point, a "resident" of the hotel.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 22, 2018, 12:35:08 PM
Dream, September 22, 2018.

I hired a guy to put on a rock concert in some fields outside of Monroe, Or.  He seemed like a nice fellow but as it turned out, he was demonic.  Hundreds of kids showed up with tents and sleeping bags and he drove up in a big black hearse.  He opened the back of the hearse and pulled out a casket.  When a sizable crowd had gathered around, the guy pried open the casket lid and everyone was shocked to see the remains of President Nixon.  The crowd became possessed and they carried the open casket up and down the main street of Monroe.  They were chanting and filling the air with cheers.

Night came and a French lady sang some songs that seemed to bewitch the crowd even further.  Lots of concert goers were pairing up in their sleeping bags, myself included.  I was excited to be matched up with a beautiful blond haired gal but right when we were about to get down to it, a bright light from above shone down on us.  It seemed to be coming from Heaven, so I took it as a sign not to proceed any further with the girl. 

The next night a heavy metal band played.  They were pretty good but, in keeping with the theme, they specialized in demon rock and they had the crowd nodding their heads up and down and pumping their fists.  Then the French lady came on stage with a nice back up band and they played some nice rock songs that everyone enjoyed. 

The show was pretty much over when a religious man in a suit climbed onto the stage and attempted to exorcise the demons from everybody but by that time, most everyone had left.  I walked up to the Monroe cemetery to enjoy a little late night peace and quiet.  I remember looking at my great aunt and uncle's graves in the dim light.   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Fast and Bulbous on September 22, 2018, 05:08:22 PM
I've been to Monroe.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 23, 2018, 04:24:59 AM
I've been to Monroe.

Wow, that is nice to know, Fast.  My grandfather's pool hall used to sit where the present day Long Branch tavern is.  Here is a 25 cent token that he used to hand out to the customers:
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Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Fast and Bulbous on September 23, 2018, 09:01:29 AM
Wow, that is nice to know, Fast.  My grandfather's pool hall used to sit where the present day Long Branch tavern is.  Here is a 25 cent token that he used to hand out to the customers:
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Cool.  I was too little to know the pool hall, but my father probably would have known it.

He worked at the saw mill. I was too little to know the name of it, but he took me there sometimes. It had a pond, and you could Walk out on the floating logs where it went into the bays.  There was lots of steam, was on a river, and hills in back. Used to take me to football games at the high scool.  We ended up moving to Corvallis.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Metron on September 23, 2018, 09:26:55 AM
I've been to Monroe.

Can you share your experiences?

I've read Bob's books and have the original Gateway Experience audio course.

Never got liftoff, but I did get some real deep meditations in Focus 9 or whatever number it was...
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 23, 2018, 12:09:11 PM
Cool.  I was too little to know the pool hall, but my father probably would have known it.

He worked at the saw mill. I was too little to know the name of it, but he took me there sometimes. It had a pond, and you could Walk out on the floating logs where it went into the bays.  There was lots of steam, was on a river, and hills in back. Used to take me to football games at the high scool.  We ended up moving to Corvallis.


Fascinating.  That sawmill might still be the last operating mill that is run by steam.  Oddly enough I never did see it because as you pointed out, it was set back in the hills.  Currently Monroe is noted for having the nation's largest Christmas tree farms.  I sure would like to get back there some day.  The last time I was there was for my grandmothers funeral, back in 1977.  Her funeral was actually in nearby Harrisburg but after the ceremony my brothers, a cousin and I drove over to Monroe and took a look around.   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 23, 2018, 12:32:28 PM
Dream, September 23, 2018.

I was out on the town with my fiancé and we ran into a good friend of hers.  The lady was pretty good looking.  I remember that she had long red hair.  The three of us went to my home and we started drinking.  We all got drunk and when the ladies decided to leave, we all hugged each other at the same time and, lucky me, I gained a small amount of lucidity and I had the three of us get turned on sexually.  The next thing we knew, we were in bed together but wouldn't you know, it would be right at that moment that I would wake up!
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Fast and Bulbous on September 23, 2018, 04:14:40 PM
Can you share your experiences?

I've read Bob's books and have the original Gateway Experience audio course.

Never got liftoff, but I did get some real deep meditations in Focus 9 or whatever number it was...
Bob Monroe's Institute outside of Charlottes ville,  Virginie and Monroe, Oregon -- I think I see a synchronicity. I had my first OBE as a child in Monroe, Oregon.

I read some of Robert Monroe's books when I was a kid. In the books, he was doing OBEs before he started working on the binaural beats or Hemi-Sync technology.

Here and there in the books, he describes his original OBE technique. All he did was sit down and get Deeply relaxed. What I understand is the key is to focus on the vibrations that correspond roughly to the locations of the chakras of Eastern and New Age esoteric literature. I think it took me a couple of months of trying for a fifteen minutes every day for it to start.

The good thing is you don’t have to believe in it. Chakras may be a physical illusion, and the OBE a form of lucid dreaming-a special form. Anyone seems to be able to do it, although any tobacco and alcohol in the system seem to make it nearly impossible. 

So, he goes with the relaxation, concentration just enough to stay mentally awake, and eventually his body goes to sleep but his mind stays wide awake. I went with this idea and was able to get it to work. But it only works if your body can relax enough, is tired enough, to sleep. If your mind goes to sleep, either it won’t happen or if it does you wont be remember it

 Before that, it was rare. I've never tried the binaural beats audios . I understand they work really well for getting some people started.  Others, not so much. In that case, a different method is needed.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: GravitySucks on September 23, 2018, 04:23:27 PM
Bob Monroe's Institute outside of Charlottes ville,  Virginie and Monroe, Oregon -- I think I see a synchronicity. I had my first OBE as a child in Monroe, Oregon.

I read some of Robert Monroe's books when I was a kid. In the books, he was doing OBEs before he started working on the binaural beats or Hemi-Sync technology.

Here and there in the books, he describes his original OBE technique. All he did was sit down and get Deeply relaxed. What I understand is the key is to focus on the vibrations that correspond roughly to the locations of the chakras of Eastern and New Age esoteric literature.

So, he goes with the relaxation, concentration just enough to stay mentally awake, and eventually his body goes to sleep but his mind stays wide awake. I went with this idea and was able to get it to work. But it only works if your body can relax enough, is tired enough, to sleep. If your mind goes to sleep, either it won’t happen or if it does you wont be remember it

 Before that, it was rare. I've never tried the binaural beats audios . I understand they work really well for getting some people started.  Others, not so much.

I have never used the OBE or lucid dreaming tracks but if you have an iphone or ipad check out Brainwave by Bonzai Labs in the apple app store. It is the best binaural beat app I have found. I use it to fall asleep and to keep attentive. They have several bundles but if you buy them all it is only about $10.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Fast and Bulbous on September 23, 2018, 04:27:42 PM
"Thanks. I might try it tomorrow.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 23, 2018, 04:44:39 PM
"Thanks. I might try it tomorrow.

Oh, by the way, Fast.  Did you by chance play down by the Long Tom, that river that flows right along Monroe?  The reason I ask is because I was down there once and came into contact with some type of demonic force, nothing you could see but the power and evil of that thing was easily perceived.  And I wasn't the only one to notice it.  The novelist, Richard Brautigan (Trout Fishing in America) came across it when he was preparing to fish down by the river.  He felt the vibes coming from some tall weeds and took off running back to his car, fishing waders still on and all.  He wrote about his experience in one of his books but I can't remember which one.  I think he described it as being 'indescribably evil.'   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Fast and Bulbous on September 23, 2018, 05:27:41 PM
Oh, by the way, Fast.  Did you by chance play down by the Long Tom, that river that flows right along Monroe?  The reason I ask is because I was down there once and came into contact with some type of demonic force, nothing you could see but the power and evil of that thing was easily perceived.  And I wasn't the only one to notice it.  The novelist, Richard Brautigan (Trout Fishing in America) came across it when he was preparing to fish down by the river.  He felt the vibes coming from some tall weeds and took off running back to his car, fishing waders still on and all.  He wrote about his experience in one of his books but I can't remember which one.  I think he described it as being 'indescribably evil.'
I don’t remember anything by the river. I didnt get to go there on my own. We lived maybe 10 minutes away by car out in the sticks.

What else do you remember about it ?

I'm going to look up the Brautigan book and see if it's similar to what I used to see. Ive only read a couple of his poems.

I never heard of anybody else seeing or feeling this presence,  but I used to sense something. It was the most evil thing I've ever felt.

It would happen late at night. I used to wake up and have to go to the toilet.  I had to Walk across a dark room to get there. Light switch was next to the bathroom.

There were a number of encounters. One time , i was half way to the bathroom and felt a presence. It felt the embodiment of terror behind me.  I turned, and in the room by the window in the light of the full moon was the blackest man I had ever seen. He was not negro--He absorbed the moonlight, like Ultra Black.  He was like a silhouette, and I couldn’t see his eyes, but I could feel him looking at me, just standing next to the window.

I wanted to run but couldn't move. After a moment, he spoke, not out loud, but in my head. "Take my hand." Then, I noticed a horrible burning smell , which I later realised was burnt hair and scorched flesh. It was so strong I could taste it.

It's too scary to keep thinking about it. Im afraid writing about it will attract it.  You get the idea. It was evil. I would see it while awake and OBE, but it would come into the house.

Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 24, 2018, 11:54:36 AM
Dream, September 24, 2018.

An older brother and I were invited to participate in a race and that was fine by me because in race dreams, you can run all you want without getting winded.  So a bunch of us lined up and started to race.  I was in the lead most of the way but the officials kept stopping the competition because there were some runners that weren't authorized to be in the race.  They were in fact, ghosts.  It was kind of funny to see them get expelled from the race.  They were quite huffy and would throw their arms up in exasperation before floating away. The race turned into more of a cross country event, with us entering a touristy pioneer town.  I noticed that some of the runners were old west gunfighters and there were even some comic, miners-49ers running along too.  We ran through the town and finally got to the finish line.  I was able to finish first and my brother came in second.  I woke up before getting any kind of reward for having won the race. 


 
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 25, 2018, 01:32:15 PM
Dreams, September 25, 2018.

I was walking around on a dark street, holding of all things, a machine gun.  I don't know, I might have been acting in a movie, just walking around, acting, I guess.  Suddenly another man came running forward, blasting his machine gun at me.  I just stood there for a few seconds and let the other guy's bullets hit all around me and smash into garbage cans and whatnot.  I aimed my gun and fired back.  The other guy was still charging me when my bullets took effect and he fell face forward onto the pavement.  He was laying there dead, just about a foot from where I was standing.  A little stubby guy came walking out of the shadows and looked with amazement at the dead man.  "Do you know who that was?"  he asked.  "No." I said, "Who?"  "Why that was Child Angel."  he said.  (Not sure if that's the correct name.  It did kind of sound like it though.)  "He's killed a lot of guys in his career." 

I lit a cigarette and took a big puff.  Blew the smoke out of my mouth, all dramatic like.  "I could care less who the son of a bitch was." I told the little guy.  "Pick up his gun and let's get the hell out of here."

Ah-ha.  I was acting, all right.  I don't normally talk like that when I dream.

I had another quick dream where my oldest brother phoned to tell me that my youngest brother had died.  I had been standing outside and the news sent me running into the house and I was pretty much shocked awake.  My heart was beating loud and I was breathing hard.  I don't like it when I wake up like that.   

 
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 26, 2018, 02:36:22 PM
Dream, September 26, 2018.

Another guy and I were climbing up a big radio station tower, at least I think it might have been one.  Possibly a tall radar tower or something to do with weapons and defense.  I'm not sure if we were doing it as a lark or were headed to the top to do some repair work.  We were clawing our way up by grabbing onto metal cross braces, using them like a ladder.  We were up pretty high when a laser like beam shot down from the sky and it missed hitting me by inches.  "That was close."  I turned to tell my companion.  He didn't answer because he had been hit by the laser beam.  He had been sliced cleanly in half at the waist and I watched his two pieces fall down.  I woke up before I saw them strike the ground.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 27, 2018, 02:09:38 PM
Dream, September 27, 2018.

I had a snippet of a dream where I was dozing on my couch when the doorbell rang.  A space alien friend of mine walked in with two beautiful earth ladies who were identical twins.  My friend brought forth two bottles of champagne and set them on my coffee table.  "Were you sleeping?" he asked with his artificial, buzzy voice.  "This is no time to sleep.  Please meet Cathy with C and Kathy with K." 

"Nice place you have here," Cathy said as she popped the cork from one of the bottles.  She looked around and said, "What, no glasses?  What are we going to drink out of?"

"The bottle."  My dark eyed friend answered.  "Here Cathy with C.  You may have the first swig."
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 28, 2018, 01:24:37 PM
Dreams, September 28, 2018.

I had got out of my car, at the parking lot at work.  First, I took a few steps and my work shoes fell all apart.  Then, an odd chest protector thing, like umpires wear, fell to the ground.  My car turned into Jed Clampett's truck, stocked to the gills with crates filled with bottles of Granny's spring tonic.  It was too top heavy and fell over sideways.  I was just able to scamper out of the way.

I was in a trench during World War One.  It was jet black and quiet as a mouse.  Then a single enemy machine gun chattered briefly, like a conductor tapping his stick to get the orchestras attention.  This was followed by a boom here and one there.  Other weapons chimed in from both sides and I suddenly realized that a musical symphony was being played, and a grand light show to go along with it.  The artillery fire and bursting bombs were actually playing a grand song.  Sadly, I can never remember music when waking from a dream, but this music was something else.  I remember sitting there in the trench, marveling at the sights and sounds.  And, as far as I could tell, nobody was being killed. 

   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on September 29, 2018, 02:20:00 PM
Dream, September 29, 2018.

I dreamt that an old man and a young boy rang my doorbell.  I had a feeling that they were pedaling religion and I don't normally open the door when that's the case, but this time, I did.  The man was bearded and looked like Abraham Lincoln.  Right away he started in on his spiel.  He talked about something called the Ladder Faith where you read a big bible like book and have a vision of climbing a ladder to heaven.  He asked me if I would like to read the book and I said no, that I would prefer to skip forward to the vision.  That seemed to satisfy him and as they walked down my front path I heard the old man lean over and say to the boy, "Thank goodness.  For a second there I thought we had a hedger on our hands."

"What's a hedger?" the kid asked.

"According to Ladder Faith, a hedger is someone who climbs the ladder backwards and not face forward." he answered.  "But he is not a hedger.  No, thank the lord above.  He is definitely not a hedger."  The Lincoln look alike pulled out a notebook and scribbled something down on it.

 
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: albrecht on September 30, 2018, 11:21:20 AM
A partially recollection of a dream last night. Very weird but I was in an old house laying on a sofa, I think, under a blanket and peeking out- in hiding late at night, and watched a rat die after eating the rat poison I had put out under a table. Apparently nobody was able to kill the creature and I was determined to do so. Not sure why it would've been difficult or the other circumstances in the dream that lead to this. There was nothing "weird" about the house, table, or rat; except that it wasn't my house or any house I have been in or had and was very old, lots of heavy wood furniture, dark wood-panel walls, and the rat was an ordinary rat- not like a huge thing, red eyes, or evil or whatever. Strange.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on October 01, 2018, 10:16:57 AM
Dream, October 1, 2018.

I dreamt that I was at a big cabin in the woods where all the great thinkers of the world would congregate to talk things over.  I wasn't a great thinker, myself.  I had a job there as a servant and I went around serving food and drink to everybody.  I also took the hats and coats of people who entered the cabin. 

The elderly ghost of actor Jimmy Stewart entered the cabin and I greeted him cheerfully as I took his hat and coat.  "Ever since I've gotten old, everyone is so damn nice to me," he snapped at me.  " I'm sick of it, I tell you." 

"You know what? I've just had a great thought." I  snapped right back at Mr. Stewart's ghost.  I dropped his hat and coat on the floor and said, "I quit!"  I walked over and plopped myself down full length on a couch that faced a warm fire. 

Right at that moment a bomb went off.  Evidently some enemy agent smuggled it inside the cabin to wipe out all of the great thinkers in one fell swoop.  It pretty much did the trick because it looked as though everybody was laying around dead. 

I staggered outside and walked deeper into the woods.  My clothing was all torn up and smoking.  I made my way to a river and washed my face and hands in the cool water.  Some women were swimming in the river and they made their way over to where I was washing myself.  One of them, a fairly attractive middle aged woman approached me and asked if she could warm herself up by hugging me.  My shirt was still hot and smoky, so I said, "Sure." 

We hugged for quite awhile and my smoldering shirt actually did work as a portable heater.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: GravitySucks on October 01, 2018, 10:28:03 AM
Dream, October 1, 2018.

I dreamt that I was at a big cabin in the woods where all the great thinkers of the world would congregate to talk things over.  I wasn't a great thinker, myself.  I had a job there as a servant and I went around serving food and drink to everybody.  I also took the hats and coats of people who entered the cabin. 

The elderly ghost of actor Jimmy Stewart entered the cabin and I greeted him cheerfully as I took his hat and coat.  "Ever since I've gotten old, everyone is so damn nice to me," he snapped at me.  " I'm sick of it, I tell you." 

"You know what? I've just had a great thought." I  snapped right back at Mr. Stewart's ghost.  I dropped his hat and coat on the floor and said, "I quit!"  I walked over and plopped myself down full length on a couch that faced a warm fire. 

Right at that moment a bomb went off.  Evidently some enemy agent smuggled it inside the cabin to wipe out all of the great thinkers in one fell swoop.  It pretty much did the trick because it looked as though everybody was laying around dead. 

I staggered outside and walked deeper into the woods.  My clothing was all torn up and smoking.  I made my way to a river and washed my face and hands in the cool water.  Some women were swimming in the river and they made their way over to where I was washing myself.  One of them, a fairly attractive middle aged woman approached me and asked if she could warm herself up by hugging me.  My shirt was still hot and smoky, so I said, "Sure." 

We hugged for quite awhile and my smoldering shirt actually did work as a portable heater.

Reminded me of this.

Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: 2Lord2Grantham on October 01, 2018, 11:27:33 AM
Watched the following video before turning in last night. So of course I had a dream where I was hanging out in a bar with The Killers. The bar was interesting, the bar was elevated so you had to look way up at the bartender in order to order. I'm 6'3", so craning my neck upwards to talk to someone is an incredibly rare occurrence.  Also, the martini glasses were interesting, the stem of them was at a 45 degree angle between the base and the glass itself.

Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on October 02, 2018, 01:10:37 PM
Dream, October 2, 2018. 

I was in a restaurant with family and friends.  We must have finished eating because we were gathered around the main cash register counter, settling up our bills and saying goodbye to the staff.  A strange man walked up to the counter and announced that he was there to meet the great psychic lady whose first name was Mary but sorry, I forgot what her last name was.  Interestingly, what the guy said sparked a memory of Mary having stopped by our table for some polite conversation.  She was a pretty, older lady with long white hair. 

"Sorry, but she left about twenty minutes ago."  I told the guy. 

"Oh no," he cried out.  "I really had to see her about something."

The guy shrugged his shoulders and laid himself flat on the floor behind the cash register.  He raised his legs up and sprang backwards like a rocket towards a nearby door.  Apparently the door would open as he hit it, making for one heck of an exit.  The only thing was that the door was locked.  His head slammed into it with a mighty crash, causing him to stumble backwards in a daze.  I almost chuckled aloud but then I was kind of worried about him too.  But I had a distinct feeling that he was getting his just dessert.   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on October 03, 2018, 01:06:23 PM
Dream, October 3, 2018.

I turned up early to a new job.  It was a dark, wooden building, full of tables and cardboard boxes.  A man came up to me and gave me a list.  He told me to gather all the items on that list and place them on the tables and that the girls would be in soon to assemble all the pieces.  He walked away and I looked at the list.  There were jewelry items on it and other things like seed packets and assorted fruits and candies.  I looked around puzzled because I couldn't see any storage areas where I could find the stuff.

A couple of the girls wandered in and I asked them where all the items on my list were.  They told me not to worry about it and that work had been cancelled due to the world coming to an end.  I was kind of relieved to hear that in a way because I was getting kind of angst ridden about not being able to find those stock items.

I casually walked out to a loading dock that was built up about six feet high from the ground.  I looked with interest at a flood of greenish, sludge like water that came rolling in between the factory buildings.  The water came up to the dock I was standing on and I could see bodies floating around in it.  The water, or green sludge, was calm, like a lagoon.

I found a wooden pallet and put it in the water.  I stepped onto it and floated my way through all the dead bodies.  The bodies would bob and sink and then come to the surface again.  Many of them were co-joined, as if the were holding hands or hugging.  They seemed to move like they were performing some type of macabre square dance.

"Swing your partner round and round, promenade to the right.  Gents, bow to the ladies, ladies bow to the gents.   Aallemande left in the green pea soup."  Sorry, I didn't dream the square dance call.  I just threw it in for added color.   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on October 04, 2018, 03:45:08 PM
Dreams, October 4, 2018.

Groucho Marx, all dressed up as Rufus T. Firefly was running around my back yard.  I could see that he was holding two pieces of toast in his hands.  I tried to understand the significance of what was going on, but I couldn't.  I approached Groucho (who was strangly silent) and took the pieces of toast from him.  I noticed that they were only toasted on one side, but that really didn't tell me anything.

I was in a friends house, enjoying a very thorough conversation with him in an upper room.  We were drinking brandy and smoking cigars (pretty sure I got this from a novel I'm reading in real life, about deepest darkest Africa) and the hour was growing late.  I was thinking about heading for home when my friend slyly suggested that I might like to leave the house for a couple of hours.

"A couple of hours?" I said.  "What do you mean?"

"Well, you have been here steady for several weeks," my friend replied.  "My wife and I are kind of in a mood to be together if you know what I mean.  So why don't you go out and find a late night movie to watch or an all night restaurant to eat at."

I had no idea that I had been at their house for so long.  I was totally taken aback and felt super embarressed.  I rose off the chair and made my way up into the house's attic.  I was looking for a window and some tree branches that I could secretly climb down, in order to make my way home.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on October 05, 2018, 01:49:53 PM
Dream, October 5, 2018.

I visited John Lennon's ghost.  He was inside a big mansion and the doorman was nice enough to let me in.  John came walking down a big stairwell and gave me a hearty greeting.  We shook hands and I asked how he was doing and a worried look came over his face.

"I like it here well enough but the bugger who runs this place won't let me go outside." he said.

"What?" I said.  "Well that's ridiculous.  Of course you can go outside.  Here, follow me, John."

I led John to the big front door that I had earlier walked through and pulled it open.

"You see?" I said.  "You can just walk on out."

We were about to step outside when a big evil spirit formed in front of us, barring the open door.  I pushed at it and it pushed me in return.  That spirit was stronger than me so I turned around and ran.

"See what I mean?" Lennon called to me as I ran up the stairs.

I ran through lots of rooms and different floors of the mansion with the evil spirit in hot pursuit.  The thing kind of looked like a comical genie out of a bottle but I could sense that it was deadly.  I dropped occasional white-light cleansing globes as I ran along.  They were time release globes and they would go off at a later time, filling the mansion with a cleansing white light.

Try as I might, I couldn't escape the damn thing.  It grabbed me and through me out a window.  I fell several stories down to a lawn on the mansion grounds.  I acted like I was hurt and this seemed to satisfy the ghoul because it withdrew from the open window.  Right at that moment, those white light globes exploded, filling the mansion with a brilliant white light.  I'm pretty sure that the cleansing light killed that demon spirit.  I went around to the front of the mansion in time to see a happy John Lennon come floating out of the door.  He gave me a friendly wave and flew up to the clouds.     
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on October 06, 2018, 03:29:57 PM
Dream, October 6, 2018.

Just when I was thinking that I didn't have any dreams worth remembering, I fell back asleep one last time and found myself standing in the kitchen, eyeing a stack of Nan's legendary Toll House chocolate chip cookies.  I greedily swooped them up and was about to eat them when I heard someone walking into the kitchen.  I knew better than to be caught with them and all I could think to do was place them up on top of the refrigerator.  I could hear the person enter the kitchen and there I was with my hand still on top of the fridge.  In a panic, I reached around for anything (other than the cookies) to grab and luckily I came across a thin cardboard box.  I pulled the box down as if that was what I had intended to retrieve.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on October 07, 2018, 01:34:24 PM
Dreams, October 7, 2018.

I tried my best to enter a cool looking greasy spoon café but I was barefooted and couldn't open the door because there was a big pool of oil on the doorstep and every time I turned the doorknob I would slip and slide all around in the oil.

I was with a group of soldiers and we were patrolling the ruins of a town.  Checking on people, I guess, to see if they were OK.  We entered a small hovel and found two old women warming themselves by a stove.  Once we ascertained that the two ladies were doing allright, my companions continued on with the patrol but I remained behind to talk with them. 

They claimed to have been from the past and told me a number of recollections concerning kings, castles, the fall of Troy, etc.  They also claimed to be fortune tellers so I asked them to tell my fortune.  They said that I would meet and marry a beautiful farm girl and that we would have a daughter with golden hair. 

I hated to burst their bubble but I pointed out to them that the world was in pretty crappy shape, what with the war going on and all.  They agreed and changed their prediction to that of me going out and meeting a glorious death on the battlefield.

"Now I can certainly see that happening,"  I told them as I walked out the door. "Thanks for the warning.  I'll try to keep my head down." 

Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on October 08, 2018, 03:32:39 PM
Dream, October 8, 2018.

I dreamt that I was at a circus sideshow, looking at the biggest and smallest people, fire eaters and sword swallowers.  One small tent caught my attention and I entered it.  There, up on a wooden platform was the burnt remains of a motorcycle.  A bearded man wearing a turban came into the tent and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen." (Which was funny because there was only me and one other guy in the tent.)  "Please gaze upon the remains of the Great Tarzanna's rocket weapon."

I looked at the burnt bike but I couldn't tell what make it was because I don't know motorcycles.  It might have been a Harley, I'm not sure.  It was definitely burnt to a crisp but you could still make out the melted wheels and handlebar.  There appeared to be a rocket's tail fin attached to the rear of the bike. 

The side show guy went on to explain how the Great Tarzaana had hopped onto his rocket bike and fired it up after having spotting several invading flying saucers up in the sky.  He drove down a huge ski jumping ramp and when he was airborne, he switched on his rocket attachment. He went up into sky with a mighty roar and crashed into one of the saucers, causing it to explode.  The other couple of flying saucers saw what happened and returned to outer space.  All that remained of the Great Tarzanna was the burnt glob of motorcycle, displayed up there on the platform.   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on October 09, 2018, 02:19:41 PM
Dream, October 9, 2018.

I was able to wrangle myself a job interview and so I found myself standing in front of a desk with a man in a suit sitting behind it.  I was hyped up because the job involved high pay.  He asked some questions and I answered back in a horrible, tongue tied fashion.  My answers didn't make any sense.  The guy was a real a-hole and made no attempt to conceal his disgust of me.  He pretty much dismissed me without so much as a 'thanks, but we are looking for someone more qualified to fill this position' remark.  So there I stood, trying to figure out why I wasn't climbing over his desk to bash his face in.  But I meekly turned around and left the office.

Trying to cheer myself up, I went to visit my dad's ghost.  I walked up the hill and into the house but he wasn't there.  I looked inside his back outbuilding (thinking that he might be making some wine) and there was someone there but it wasn't Dad.  It was a woman.  I stepped inside the dim room and saw that it was a youthful Marilyn Monroe standing there.  I walked up to her and she threw her arms around me and gave me a nice wet kiss.  She actually tried to talk while kissing me but natually I couldn't understand what she was trying to say.  I did get the distinct impression though, that it had something to do with some type of espionage work and that she was attempting to convey information that was of a top secret nature.   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on October 10, 2018, 01:10:37 PM
Dream, October 10, 2018.

I was looking at some photographs.  The first two were of my cousin.  She was sitting on a couch in the first one, and in the second pic, she was sitting on a sidewalk, posed like a buddha in front of two black policemen.  They were all happily smiling.  The third photo showed an elaborate inner city scene, with tall abandoned buildings, broken down cars and trash strewn all over the place, and a small graveyard that was squeezed inside all of the squalor.  I could see that two graves were covered in flowers.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on October 11, 2018, 03:10:27 PM
Dream, October 11, 2018.

I entered an old time work place and saw right away that it had changed.  I couldn't see any pieces of machinery but there sure were lots of big ramps placed everywhere.  I assumed that by walking up a ramp, one would be led to a work station.  I picked a ramp and started to walk up it.  A familiar voice came from behind me and I turned to look.  It was Kenny, an old maintenance pal.  I told him how glad I was to see him and asked where I was supposed to report for work.  He pointed back down to the floor and told me to stand next to that jail cell.  So I walked back down the ramp and stood next to the row of bars.  Yep, it was a jail cell all right because there were four sets of bars in a box shape, but small, as if it would only fit one person standing, with no chance to sit down once inside of it.  The small jail cell fell over onto me and all I could do was hunch over so that it hit me on the back.  I actually got it balanced and stood there kind of holding the thing with my stooped back.

"Good." Kenny said.  "Now take it up the welding ramp so that the boys can cut a door for it."
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Bart Ell on October 13, 2018, 11:50:50 AM
I would like to hear @DynamoHum do dramatic reads of these posts for KONR.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: DynamoHum on October 13, 2018, 11:57:12 AM
I would like to hear @DynamoHum do dramatic reads of these posts for KONR.

Will do .. By midweek boss.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Bart Ell on October 13, 2018, 11:58:52 AM
Will do .. By midweek boss.

I will commit to producing them as individual TOTM pieces then.
IT WILL BE A SMASH
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: K_Dubb on October 13, 2018, 12:03:28 PM
I was playing the piano in the sort of foyer/entryway at my aunt's house where we usually have Thanksgiving, except the house was rather grander.  For some reason I was also present in the dining room down a long hallway where the rest of the family was talking, though they couldn't see me, and I could hear myself playing in the distance.  It was terrible -- I was making all kinds of mistakes, and all the left-hand stuff sounded like an indistinct, discordant growl.  My family endured my serenade with expressions of pained resignation, wincing regularly.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on October 13, 2018, 05:47:21 PM
I was playing the piano in the sort of foyer/entryway at my aunt's house where we usually have Thanksgiving, except the house was rather grander.  For some reason I was also present in the dining room down a long hallway where the rest of the family was talking, though they couldn't see me, and I could hear myself playing in the distance.  It was terrible -- I was making all kinds of mistakes, and all the left-hand stuff sounded like an indistinct, discordant growl.  My family endured my serenade with expressions of pained resignation, wincing regularly.

Haha, K, despite the poor recital, your dream tickled me, especially the constant wincing.  It also reminded me of my grandparents house in Monroe.  Oh how I wish that I could dream of the dinning room there, especially at Thanksgiving.  I haven't been able to though and I think I know why.  Somewhere in the family archives are some old black and white snapshots of the Thanksgiving dinners that took place there. I must have been around five or six years old at the time the pics were taken. Everyone was there, aunts uncles, parents and grandparents, cousins, brothers and sisters,all sitting on both sides of a long table.  Everyone is dressed in black and white 1950's clothes, waiting to begin eating, or chowing down, depending on which picture you view.  If you could see the pictures you would notice an empty chair in some of them.  That's because I was so afraid of the camera's flash that I would duck down under the table until the picture had been taken.  And that's why I think that I can't go back there.  My subconscious mind knows that if I were to dream of the Thanksgiving feast, I might fall down some strategically placed black dream holes that I had innocently placed there so many years ago.         
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on October 13, 2018, 05:53:05 PM
Dream, October 13, 2018.

This dream started off in a health food store.  I was browsing the soup aisle, looking at those small soups that come in little boxes.  The trouble was, I couldn't understand what types of soup they were.  Instead of Tomato Soup, one would be called Tom Toe's soup.  Rice and Chicken was called  Spice of Lichen,, you get the picture.  Right at that moment a beautiful young girl in her early twenties appeared to offer me assistance.  She explained all of the varieties of soup and their ingredients to me.

"Fine, I'll take that one in the green box up there, yeah, the one called Herb's Herbal Delight.."  I said.

"No, she said.  "You wouldn't like that one.  That is an herbal soup and it's quite bitter."

"Well," I told her.  "I had planned on getting something for lunch, you see?  But it looks like I'll have to eat out."

I had a hard time keeping my eyes off the girl and her long, blonde hair.  She reached over and touched the sleeve of my coat.  Then she pointed at a symbol that had been embroidered onto the upper left, front of the coat.

"What does that half moon mean?" She asked.

"Oh, that?"  I said.  "That is the official symbol for the country of Turkey."

That did it.  I was completely under her spell.

"So you're going to eat out, huh?" She asked.

"Yes," I answered.  "Would you like to join me for lunch?"

Much to my surprise, the beautiful young thing said, "Sure."

So we went and had some lunch somewhere and the next thing I knew, we were at my apartment.  It didn't take long before we were hugging and kissing.  The emotion of love spread through us like a fever.  And yet, wouldn't you know it, I was hit with a feeling of guilt.  I told her that I knew that I was dreaming and all, but that I couldn't go through with it, because I would be cheating on someone.  She looked at me with a sweet smile and said that she was dreaming too and that she would be cheating on her young husband. Well, I remember thinking, since things were nicely balanced out, there was really no reason why we couldn't continue on with our lovemaking.  But by then it was too late.  I woke up. 
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: K_Dubb on October 13, 2018, 08:25:26 PM
Haha, K, despite the poor recital, your dream tickled me, especially the constant wincing.  It also reminded me of my grandparents house in Monroe.  Oh how I wish that I could dream of the dinning room there, especially at Thanksgiving.  I haven't been able to though and I think I know why.  Somewhere in the family archives are some old black and white snapshots of the Thanksgiving dinners that took place there. I must have been around five or six years old at the time the pics were taken. Everyone was there, aunts uncles, parents and grandparents, cousins, brothers and sisters,all sitting on both sides of a long table.  Everyone is dressed in black and white 1950's clothes, waiting to begin eating, or chowing down, depending on which picture you view.  If you could see the pictures you would notice an empty chair in some of them.  That's because I was so afraid of the camera's flash that I would duck down under the table until the picture had been taken.  And that's why I think that I can't go back there.  My subconscious mind knows that if I were to dream of the Thanksgiving feast, I might fall down some strategically placed black dream holes that I had innocently placed there so many years ago.         

Goodness, Rix, trying to work out your dream logic, maybe weaving in the old superstition that a camera steals your soul -- or at least borrows it for a while -- makes my head hurt.  Black dream holes, forsooth!  What beautiful memories we have when, at decades' remove, the transient cares and petty squabbles fade and we see what they really meant.  Perhaps long after I'm gone, my pitiful plonking will turn into an angel's hymn.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on October 14, 2018, 12:16:47 PM
What a beautiful post, K.  I can only respond to it by saying how wonderful it would be to find myself sitting in an easy chair, full to the gills from eating a turkey dinner and working on a large slice of pumpkin pie that had been topped with a big glob of whipped cream.  And in the background, I listen to somebody plonking away at a piano and while an occasional note might not ring out in perfect tone, I find the music enchanting.  Angelic.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: DynamoHum on October 16, 2018, 02:46:43 PM
@Bart Ell

These don't want to play for me in media player but are fine in audacity let me know if they come out ok
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: DynamoHum on October 16, 2018, 02:47:16 PM
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Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: DynamoHum on October 16, 2018, 02:48:43 PM
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Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: DynamoHum on October 16, 2018, 02:49:43 PM
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Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: GravitySucks on October 16, 2018, 02:54:37 PM
@Bart Ell

These don't want to play for me in media player but are fine in audacity let me know if they come out ok

Sounds like an Aussie in a tramcar. Is that the effect you were going for?
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: DynamoHum on October 16, 2018, 03:02:54 PM
Sounds like an Aussie in a tramcar. Is that the effect you were going for?

Pretty much mate ;)
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: tootsie_wootsy on October 16, 2018, 03:04:13 PM
Pretty much mate ;)

very nice  :)

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Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Bart Ell on October 16, 2018, 03:14:09 PM
Pretty much mate ;)

These should be fun. @DynamoHum

Here is a quick taste
https://vocaroo.com/i/s1F019wgZYya

What do you think @Rikki Gins ?
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: DynamoHum on October 16, 2018, 03:21:36 PM
These should be fun. @DynamoHum

Here is a quick taste
https://vocaroo.com/i/s1F019wgZYya

What do you think @Rikki Gins ?

That one took a few goes as I was laughing ... these dreams are fabulous!

Nice one mister sounds fab :) Glad they are ok!
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: DynamoHum on October 16, 2018, 03:21:56 PM
very nice  :)

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ty!
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on October 16, 2018, 04:20:54 PM
These should be fun. @DynamoHum

Here is a quick taste
https://vocaroo.com/i/s1F019wgZYya

What do you think @Rikki Gins ?

I am awestruck by the way Dyna read my dreams.  She has such a lovely voice.  (I only wish that I had given John Lennon more dialogue because Dyna totally nailed his voice!  Her 'tsk tsk tsk' was also very good.)  The recording with the added background music and sound effects was mindboggling as it fills out the dream even further because I don't recall much sound when I was dreaming it.  I am very grateful to you, Bart and Dyna!  Very flattered too, and I'm not just saying that.  The readings tickled me pink.  Thank you both, so very, very much.     
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: DynamoHum on October 16, 2018, 05:00:46 PM
I am awestruck by the way Dyna read my dreams.  She has such a lovely voice.  (I only wish that I had given John Lennon more dialogue because Dyna totally nailed his voice!  Her 'tsk tsk tsk' was also very good.)  The recording with the added background music and sound effects was mindboggling as it fills out the dream even further because I don't recall much sound when I was dreaming it.  I am very grateful to you, Bart and Dyna!  Very flattered too, and I'm not just saying that.  The readings tickled me pink.  Thank you both, so very, very much.     

@Rikki Gins The John Lennon dream was fab! Oh my goodness I laughed! If there are any you particularly want recorded, let me know!

Thank you for your kind words!
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Bart Ell on October 16, 2018, 05:07:09 PM
The recording with the added background music and sound effects was mindboggling as it fills out the dream even further because I don't recall much sound when I was dreaming it.  I am very grateful to you, Bart and Dyna!  Very flattered too, and I'm not just saying that.  The readings tickled me pink.  Thank you both, so very, very much.     

I will be doing that to them all.
It was my pleasure.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Spookcat on October 17, 2018, 01:23:04 AM
These should be fun. @DynamoHum

Here is a quick taste
https://vocaroo.com/i/s1F019wgZYya

What do you think @Rikki Gins ?

Fantastic!
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Bart Ell on October 17, 2018, 02:21:07 AM
@Rikki Gins The John Lennon dream was fab! Oh my goodness I laughed!

@DynamoHum @Rikki Gins

https://vocaroo.com/i/s18s0wLTmV3Y
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Spookcat on October 17, 2018, 02:25:01 AM
@DynamoHum @Rikki Gins

https://vocaroo.com/i/s18s0wLTmV3Y

You're up really late tonight. Feeling okay?
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Bart Ell on October 17, 2018, 02:26:52 AM
You're up really late tonight. Feeling okay?

Up early for a flight...
Not like Ghost Lennon, though
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Spookcat on October 17, 2018, 02:37:24 AM
Up early for a flight...
Not like Ghost Lennon, though

Yuck! Hope you have a safe flight though.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Walks_At_Night on October 17, 2018, 03:28:35 AM
Up early for a flight...
Not like Ghost Lennon, though

Montreal to Detroit.  One way.     Good man.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: DynamoHum on October 17, 2018, 07:26:53 AM
@DynamoHum @Rikki Gins

https://vocaroo.com/i/s18s0wLTmV3Y

Fab I like the roadrunner style whhhhheeeeeee! Splat!
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: ponyboysunset on October 17, 2018, 07:32:02 AM
Up early for a flight...
Not like Ghost Lennon, though
Safe travels fearless leader!
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on October 17, 2018, 12:36:03 PM
Dream, October 17, 2018.

I was playing a game of scrapball.  From what I could ascertain, scrapball was a weird combination of football and basketball.  The scrapball got its name from a tightly pressed wad of paper. White printing paper by the looks of it.  Size wise, the scrapball was larger than a baseball yet smaller than a basketball.  In observing the other players, I could see that the scrapball could be kicked along the floor or it could be scooped up and carried by hand.  It could also be thrown to a fellow player or, if you are really good at it, you could kick the ball to him.  The whole idea was to get the scrapball down court in order to throw it into a regular basketball hoop. 

I was on the home team.  We were wearing white jerseys and the visitors were wearing black.  Our first names were printed on the jerseys.  Ours were in black lettering and the visitors names were printed in white. 

There was lots of running back and forth with very little scoring because the paper ball kept bouncing out of the hoop.  The low score  seemed to equate a baseball game more than a basketball game. 

My team was playing pretty good.  We took a two point lead but then the silliness of the game hit me.  The sight of grown men scuffling around a white paper ball and throwing it at a basketball hoop sent me into a fit of laughter.  Dan, an opposing player, seized on my inattentiveness and drove past me, scoring a point.  I got the ball and tossed it to George, who tried a lay-up but as it so often did, the ball bounced out of the hoop.  That Dan player grabbed the rebound and made for the other basket.  I almost started laughing again, but I managed to compose myself  and I ran after him.  I was able to steal the scrapball from him and I threw a long pass to Paul who tossed it into the basket and scored a point.  We were ahead, three to one.

I kind of lost track of the game for awhile because all at once it was over.  Despite our two point lead, my team lost.  Final score:  The visitors 4.  The home team 3.   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Bart Ell on October 18, 2018, 04:33:47 PM
Groucho
https://vocaroo.com/i/s0764v7JxUWm
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: DynamoHum on October 18, 2018, 07:35:38 PM
Groucho
https://vocaroo.com/i/s0764v7JxUWm

I think this one is my new favourite one thanks Bart!
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on October 18, 2018, 10:05:25 PM
Groucho
https://vocaroo.com/i/s0764v7JxUWm

This one is so funny, and Bart makes me laugh when he inserts those occasional sound/music asides to underscore the action.  In this case, when the couple wanted to 'be alone' for awhile.  Haha, I'm still laughing!
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Bart Ell on October 19, 2018, 05:14:26 AM
This one is so funny, and Bart makes me laugh when he inserts those occasional sound/music asides to underscore the action.  In this case, when the couple wanted to 'be alone' for awhile.  Haha, I'm still laughing!

It's not everyday I get to incorporate a slide whistle!
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Bart Ell on October 19, 2018, 12:00:41 PM
@DynamoHum @Rikki Gins

https://vocaroo.com/i/s0RQT8PQRD8y
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: FISH on October 19, 2018, 12:42:08 PM
These should be fun. @DynamoHum

Here is a quick taste
https://vocaroo.com/i/s1F019wgZYya

What do you think @Rikki Gins ?

the lovely voice of @DynamoHum and her gallant consort @Bart Ell. I think it is engaging.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: DynamoHum on October 19, 2018, 02:37:36 PM
@DynamoHum @Rikki Gins

https://vocaroo.com/i/s0RQT8PQRD8y

Love it! Thanks for doing these Bart!
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on October 20, 2018, 10:01:08 PM
Love it! Thanks for doing these Bart!

Me too.  Thank you, Bart.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on October 23, 2018, 12:49:00 PM
Dream, October 23, 2018.

This dream started out with me being in a strange town where there were no new appliances, and no new automobiles.  But there were ample supplies of material to keep everything up and running.  For instance, if one of your bicycle pedals broke off from hitting a curb, you could go to a place that would make the pedal and install it on your bike.  The only thing was, you could never buy a new bike because there weren't any.  That applied to all televisions, computers, stereo systems, washers, and dryers, pretty much everything.

I was standing on a street corner when I noticed that automobiles were not being repaired enough to keep up with the demand and they were being abandoned along the sides of the streets.  So I started a business where my workers would go out and gather up the abandoned vehicles and bring them into a central repair center where they would be repaired. 

It took awhile to get my business off the ground.  I remember gathering all of my workers around and telling them how hard it was going to be.  "We've got our work cut out for us, lads."  I remember telling them.  (Dreaming or not, I have always wanted to call a group of younger men, lads.) 

There was a nasty turf war between my company and a similar one a few blocks away.  I vaguely recall Nazi uniforms and clubs but I can't recall if it was my boys that had them or my rival's.  I do remember being in the thick of the fight, but there were no guns, just these big wooden clubs being used to batter your opponents into submission.  The fighting wasn't really necessary though, because I have the thought that I managed to buy out the rival company.

There was also a problem in dealing with the "White Shirt Brothers."  This was a family of five brothers who wore white shirts and they had almost complete control over the town.  My only chance at success would be to get my company big enough and successful enough to be impervious to whatever the White Shirt brothers would try to do to in order to impede our growth.

Finally, the day came when our first automobile was successfully repaired and I put on a big party to celebrate the occasion.  We were all gathered around the car, drinking toasts and congratulating each other.  There were women there too, dressed just like the men, and it suddenly occurred to me that I might have addressed them as being 'lads' earlier in the dream.

With great fanfare, I drove the car out onto the street and headed for a big empty field where the repaired cars would be exhibited.  As I drove along the street, I saw that there were lots of people walking on the sidewalks.  I saw a man wearing a white shirt, but thankfully, he was busy looking up at a tall building that had a clock built on to the front of it.  As he was checking the time, I was able to glide on by him, unnoticed. 

The business was a success.  I remember seeing people buying up the cars and driving them off the lot.  But they looked more like ants because I was seeing them from high above.  Looking down, I could see a mass of cars and people forming into a big spiral like design.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: albrecht on October 26, 2018, 04:30:34 PM
Another odd one the other night. Woke up early and could remember most but, of course, it "made more sense" during the dream than upon reflection. Anyhow:
Diamond Heist:
The major plot involved a diamond heist. I can't quite figure out if I was the "bad" or "good" guy in on it. But much of involved convincing an identical twin to receive shipment of smuggled diamonds from the courier by impersonating his brother (who he described as his "evil twin.") So I think this means we were on the good side or something. I also recall some planning and brainstorming about the "twin" angle. A bit confusing. Also we somewhat delayed the "evil" twins arrival to airport. Anyway the process worked and he met the courier at the airport who thought he was his brother and was given the satchel of diamonds and proceeded to do as we had planned. He took a cab to a busy hotel, would enter the hotel and in the crowd go out the back way and take what was like a tram (so I think a European city since we don't have those kinds of hop-on tram deals here.) Anyway we met up somewhere, at some shop, for the exchange. I think back at the airport? Or could be a department store section? It seemed like a duty-free but it also was selling books because I perused those while I waited on him. As planned he was to put the satchel, which looked like felt bag, like a Crown Royal bag, on a shelf behind some products (cologne? liquor? perfume?) so this would make sense for "duty-free" and I would retrieve so we weren't seen together and I could monitor if someone else went to shelf first. Anyway he was so nervous his hands were shaking and as he placed it behind bottles some of the diamonds fell out! He started to panic, I could hear them tinkling on shelves, which were glass or plexiglass (so again "duty-free" makes sense.) He caught most and put in back but was beginning to knock bottles over, was sweating, and looking very suspicious. People weren't paying attention, yet, but I had to run over and grab bag, tell him quietly- but firmly to leave-, and yelled something like "everyone please don't move, I've lost a contact" and got on the floor and searched around. Found a few more but had no idea of what was lost, but due to the attention I was getting I had to leave. Get back to the hotel room and meet up with my "boss," I guess and he was a very stereotypical diamond dealer, if you know what I mean, and he was happy that I salvaged most and said he could "find some cheap diamonds and cut to match the missing few. They are the smallest stones and won't be missed." I got the impression that he was either repairing some kind of famous jewelry that had been stolen and then the stones removed to be smuggled and fenced and I was recovering them.  Not sure what happened after that.

Dog Rescue:
But night ended I was on some lake with a small dog, a poodle mix and ran into some puppies who were playing close to the edge and fell in. I managed to grab them by their scruff and pull out but they didn't care and jumped back in. I guess they could swim despite the water being cold. But I got them again because I didn't think they could get back up the rock shelf being just pups. So I had to carry two wet puppies into a town and my dog (not really my dog but in dream) yapping away and entangling me in the leash because I guess he was jealous of me holding the puppies. I gave the pups to some lady, looked like a maid, sweeping the walkway at the closest house somewhat angrily- though they were cute and hard to be angry- and dropped them over the picket-fence and said:  "keep them fenced in! They almost drowned!"
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on October 26, 2018, 06:24:13 PM
Another odd one the other night. Woke up early and could remember most but, of course, it "made more sense" during the dream than upon reflection. Anyhow:
Diamond Heist:
The major plot involved a diamond heist. I can't quite figure out if I was the "bad" or "good" guy in on it. But much of involved convincing an identical twin to receive shipment of smuggled diamonds from the courier by impersonating his brother (who he described as his "evil twin.") So I think this means we were on the good side or something. I also recall some planning and brainstorming about the "twin" angle. A bit confusing. Also we somewhat delayed the "evil" twins arrival to airport. Anyway the process worked and he met the courier at the airport who thought he was his brother and was given the satchel of diamonds and proceeded to do as we had planned. He took a cab to a busy hotel, would enter the hotel and in the crowd go out the back way and take what was like a tram (so I think a European city since we don't have those kinds of hop-on tram deals here.) Anyway we met up somewhere, at some shop, for the exchange. I think back at the airport? Or could be a department store section? It seemed like a duty-free but it also was selling books because I perused those while I waited on him. As planned he was to put the satchel, which looked like felt bag, like a Crown Royal bag, on a shelf behind some products (cologne? liquor? perfume?) so this would make sense for "duty-free" and I would retrieve so we weren't seen together and I could monitor if someone else went to shelf first. Anyway he was so nervous his hands were shaking and as he placed it behind bottles some of the diamonds fell out! He started to panic, I could hear them tinkling on shelves, which were glass or plexiglass (so again "duty-free" makes sense.) He caught most and put in back but was beginning to knock bottles over, was sweating, and looking very suspicious. People weren't paying attention, yet, but I had to run over and grab bag, tell him quietly- but firmly to leave-, and yelled something like "everyone please don't move, I've lost a contact" and got on the floor and searched around. Found a few more but had no idea of what was lost, but due to the attention I was getting I had to leave. Get back to the hotel room and meet up with my "boss," I guess and he was a very stereotypical diamond dealer, if you know what I mean, and he was happy that I salvaged most and said he could "find some cheap diamonds and cut to match the missing few. They are the smallest stones and won't be missed." I got the impression that he was either repairing some kind of famous jewelry that had been stolen and then the stones removed to be smuggled and fenced and I was recovering them.  Not sure what happened after that.

Dog Rescue:
But night ended I was on some lake with a small dog, a poodle mix and ran into some puppies who were playing close to the edge and fell in. I managed to grab them by their scruff and pull out but they didn't care and jumped back in. I guess they could swim despite the water being cold. But I got them again because I didn't think they could get back up the rock shelf being just pups. So I had to carry two wet puppies into a town and my dog (not really my dog but in dream) yapping away and entangling me in the leash because I guess he was jealous of me holding the puppies. I gave the pups to some lady, looked like a maid, sweeping the walkway at the closest house somewhat angrily- though they were cute and hard to be angry- and dropped them over the picket-fence and said:  "keep them fenced in! They almost drowned!"

What a nice pair of vivid dreams.  The first one runs like a novel.  I laughed when you warned the others about the lost contact and got down to find the spilled diamonds. That was great!  Oddly enough, I had a dog appear in my dream. 
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on October 26, 2018, 06:24:57 PM
Dream, October 26, 2018.

I was feeding dollar bills into a lottery machine when I heard a loud thump down at the bottom tray where the scratch off cards are dispensed.  I looked down there and low and behold, there was a big bundle of currency, nicely wrapped with a paper band.  I couldn't tell if they were ones or twenties because I grabbed it up lickety-split and tucked the money under my arm.  I had to be sneaky about it because the lottery vending machine was oddly double wide and there was a lady playing just to my right.  She hadn't noticed my windfall.

I pumped some more dollars into the machine and cur plunk,  another bundle of money dropped down below.   I snatched it up and repeated the process a number of times.  I couldn't hold onto that many of them, so I made a big money stack on the floor, to my left. 

It was right about this time that I began to think about being honest and notifying the proper authorities about the money.  I wondered if God was testing me to see if I was really the honest man I claimed to be.  Nah, I continued to put more money into the machine to make my money pile grow.

Right then, somebody's pit bull ran up and chomped down on a bunch of my money bundles.  I tried to push him away but he was a pretty strong dog and he wasn't budging.  I suddenly realized at that instant, that I was dreaming.  I stood back and bemusedly watched the dog and my tall stack of money disappear.

I walked into another room where some pretty ladies were lying in some bunk beds.  It seemed like we were in some type of foreign hostel..  They were talking about what they would do if they were to win a large amount of money. 

I laughed aloud and told them about what had happened to me in the other room.  They were very interested and asked me where the money was.

"Gone,"  I told them.  "All gone.  Because you see?  It was all just a dream."

I think that the ladies understood.  At least they were chuckling.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: albrecht on October 26, 2018, 06:36:07 PM
What a nice pair of vivid dreams.  The first one runs like a novel.  I laughed when you warned the others about the lost contact and got down to find the spilled diamonds. That was great!  Oddly enough, I had a dog appear in my dream.
The odder thing is that I don't, currently, have a dog but also I have never worn contacts or even glasses; save sunglasses in summer and the unfortunate needing, strike-that ease of, some weak cheaters reading small print in books. But never contacts but, I guess, just recall games etc in which people who do "lose them," I think more back when they were "hard contacts" and search around for them so "me," as some kind of operative (in dream) used that as most reasonable excuse to be searching for something small on my hands and knees in a public place without causing alarm. Haha.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: albrecht on October 26, 2018, 06:39:27 PM
Dream, October 26, 2018.

I was feeding dollar bills into a lottery machine when I heard a loud thump down at the bottom tray where the scratch off cards are dispensed.  I looked down there and low and behold, there was a big bundle of currency, nicely wrapped with a paper band.  I couldn't tell if they were ones or twenties because I grabbed it up lickety-split and tucked the money under my arm.  I had to be sneaky about it because the lottery vending machine was oddly double wide and there was a lady playing just to my right.  She hadn't noticed my windfall.

I pumped some more dollars into the machine and cur plunk,  another bundle of money dropped down below.   I snatched it up and repeated the process a number of times.  I couldn't hold onto that many of them, so I made a big money stack on the floor, to my left. 

It was right about this time that I began to think about being honest and notifying the proper authorities about the money.  I wondered if God was testing me to see if I was really the honest man I claimed to be.  Nah, I continued to put more money into the machine to make my money pile grow.

Right then, somebody's pit bull ran up and chomped down on a bunch of my money bundles.  I tried to push him away but he was a pretty strong dog and he wasn't budging.  I suddenly realized at that instant, that I was dreaming.  I stood back and bemusedly watched the dog and my tall stack of money disappear.

I walked into another room where some pretty ladies were lying in some bunk beds.  It seemed like we were in some type of foreign hostel..  They were talking about what they would do if they were to win a large amount of money. 

I laughed aloud and told them about what had happened to me in the other room.  They were very interested and asked me where the money was.

"Gone,"  I told them.  "All gone.  Because you see?  It was all just a dream."

I think that the ladies understood.  At least they were chuckling.
So are you a proprietor of a youth hostel or staying at when you wandered into the young ladies's room after waking up from the lotto dream in your funny underwear, or worse?   ;)
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on October 26, 2018, 06:56:39 PM
So are you a proprietor of a youth hostel or staying at when you wandered into the young ladies's room after waking up from the lotto dream in your funny underwear, or worse?   ;)

Ha no, I actually walked from the lottery vending machine room into another room across a hall.  I was actually still dreaming after I thought that the dream had ended.  I'm sure this has happened before in my long years of dreaming, but this was a first.  I don't think I have ever verbally explained a dream to somebody (in this case, the ladies) while dreaming the very same dream.  I was fully clothed, by the way, but I do wish that the dream had continued on, if you know what I mean.  Haha.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: albrecht on October 26, 2018, 07:00:08 PM
Ha no, I actually walked from the lottery vending machine room into another room across a hall.  I was actually still dreaming after I thought that the dream had ended.  I'm sure this has happened before in my long years of dreaming, but this was a first.  I don't think I have ever verbally explained a dream to somebody (in this case, the ladies) while dreaming the very same dream.  I was fully clothed, by the way, but I do wish that the dream had continued on, if you know what I mean.  Haha.
Yeah, hostels are known for things. What happens backpacking on Eurorail pass, stays there.  ;)
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: ponyboysunset on October 29, 2018, 05:33:56 AM
Had a UFO nightmare last night. I was at my parents and they were taking my whole family one by one on the front lawn. I was able to wake myself up from it but it was not pleasant and I stayed up for awhile after to clear my head. I will try and draw the ship later this evening. Also it was like an end of the world type dream.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on October 31, 2018, 11:35:51 PM
Dreams, October 31, 2018.

I had a couple of fragmentary dreams last night.  In the first one, I was with some co-workers and we were working outside in a meadow like area with a pond.  I had to retrieve some paperwork out of a wooden shelf that had box segments built onto it and each box had different types of work related paper forms in them.  I reached into one of the boxes while still holding onto a half filled paper cup of coffee.  There wasn't much room and the cup turned sideways and spilled coffee all over the papers.  I was disappointed with myself and sat down on the end a diving board that had been built out over the pond.  I was sulking away when I head a loud cracking sound and the diving board started to break apart.  I jumped off of it before it broke totally apart.  A co-worker lady examined the board and she seemed to think that it could be repaired but I don't know, it looked pretty broken to me.  I was lucky that I didn't wind up in the pond.

The second dream had me up at Dad's house.  I was standing on the front yard, apparently all alone (no sign of Dad's ghost) when my attention was drawn to a strange, atomic bomb shaped mushroom cloud that had formed across the valley.  (Dad's house was built atop a hill and I had a commanding view of the valley.)  I watched as the cloud turned jet black and it expanded itself over the entire valley.  I was covered in darkness and I thought about running inside the house but right at that moment a distant lightning bolt came down and struck a table shaped mountain at the far end of the valley.  I was awestruck because the lightning bolt 'stayed on' and it took awhile before it finally stopped striking the flat mountain top.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on November 03, 2018, 02:44:16 AM
Dream, November 2, 2018.

I almost forgot that I had this dream the other night.  I was a member of a crime syndicate and we were seated at a large table that was brimming with all sorts of food and drink.  Things were tense though because a rival syndicate was sitting around the table too.  We were supposed to have been talking things out, but we started arguing and the next thing we knew, everyone was pulling out guns and pointing them every which way.  I looked at a large bowel of delicious, steaming mashed potatoes and my hunger for food surpassed any desire to blow anybody away.  I grabbed the bowel and ladled a bunch of the potatoes onto my plate.  I started to eat the mashed potatoes and they were pretty darn good, though I don't recall adding any butter or gravy to them.  Everyone laughed and they started to eat too. The ill feelings quickly dissipated. 

A woman walked in with a platter of fried chicken and asked, "What's with all the shouting?  What Happened?"  One of my co-criminals took a bite out of a roll and said, "We almost shot each others asses off, is what happened."

I got up from my chair and walked into a back room.  A guy had a frog inside of a large jar and he was applying electrical currents to the jar.  Sparks came out of the frog's legs but it didn't die or anything.  Still, I didn't like what I was seeing, so I woke up.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: albrecht on November 03, 2018, 09:20:28 AM
Dream, November 2, 2018.

I almost forgot that I had this dream the other night.  I was a member of a crime syndicate and we were seated at a large table that was brimming with all sorts of food and drink.  Things were tense though because a rival syndicate was sitting around the table too.  We were supposed to have been talking things out, but we started arguing and the next thing we knew, everyone was pulling out guns and pointing them every which way.  I looked at a large bowel of delicious, steaming mashed potatoes and my hunger for food surpassed any desire to blow anybody away.  I grabbed the bowel and ladled a bunch of the potatoes onto my plate.  I started to eat the mashed potatoes and they were pretty darn good, though I don't recall adding any butter or gravy to them.  Everyone laughed and they started to eat too. The ill feelings quickly dissipated. 

A woman walked in with a platter of fried chicken and asked, "What's with all the shouting?  What Happened?"  One of my co-criminals took a bite out of a roll and said, "We almost shot each others asses off, is what happened."

I got up from my chair and walked into a back room.  A guy had a frog inside of a large jar and he was applying electrical currents to the jar.  Sparks came out of the frog's legs but it didn't die or anything.  Still, I didn't like what I was seeing, so I woke up.
Who would've thought Luigi Galvani was a member of the Black Hand or La Cosa Nostra!
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on November 03, 2018, 04:57:14 PM
Who would've thought Luigi Galvani was a member of the Black Hand or La Cosa Nostra!

Haha!  It's nice to learn something new every day.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Bart Ell on November 05, 2018, 02:24:15 AM
"We almost shot each others asses off, is what happened."

Most of my dreams involve asses.
And boobies.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: albrecht on November 07, 2018, 08:14:20 AM
Baseball Defenstration

An odd, short one. I was watching a baseball game, I think college game because not huge place. But it was a popular game and there were people watching from houses, dorms, and Fraternity houses nearby the stadium. Sort of like Wrigley Field does. Anyway I think I was there with my grandfather. Game was exciting but at one point I looked over and saw a kid fall out of a window of one the overlooking houses and said "oh fuck!" (I recall quickly being embarrassed cursing in front of old people.) The other thing was the way the kid fell was odd. Like his upper-torso went out the window first, not like he slipped off. Anyway the crowd noticed, game stopped and everyone ran over but police were already on scene. Guy dead but we were able to glance at his face before they covered him with an emergency blanket. Someone in the audience said, "well, I guess he won't be the King of Iceland." And I replied "what?" And the stranger said "yeah, that was the Prince. He came over to study engineering."  End of dream. As far as I know Iceland has no royalty since end of WWII btw.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on November 09, 2018, 12:31:32 PM
Baseball Defenstration

An odd, short one. I was watching a baseball game, I think college game because not huge place. But it was a popular game and there were people watching from houses, dorms, and Fraternity houses nearby the stadium. Sort of like Wrigley Field does. Anyway I think I was there with my grandfather. Game was exciting but at one point I looked over and saw a kid fall out of a window of one the overlooking houses and said "oh fuck!" (I recall quickly being embarrassed cursing in front of old people.) The other thing was the way the kid fell was odd. Like his upper-torso went out the window first, not like he slipped off. Anyway the crowd noticed, game stopped and everyone ran over but police were already on scene. Guy dead but we were able to glance at his face before they covered him with an emergency blanket. Someone in the audience said, "well, I guess he won't be the King of Iceland." And I replied "what?" And the stranger said "yeah, that was the Prince. He came over to study engineering."  End of dream. As far as I know Iceland has no royalty since end of WWII btw.

That was a pretty cool dream mr. a.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on November 09, 2018, 12:38:34 PM
Dream, November 9, 2018.

I was pleased to see an ex-lover show up in a dream last night.  Her name was Maria and she looked great.  As a matter of fact, she hadn't aged a bit over the years.  I wonder if I dreamt about her because of that Ocasio-Cortez lady who won the recent election in New York?  They happen to be dead ringers for one another.

We were walking around in the dark .  We seemed to be searching for something.  Suddenly the bright headlights of a car illuminated us.  I was able to recognize the car, despite the glare of light.  It belonged to a local hit man who, I had heard through the grapevine, was looking for me.

"Quick, in here,"  I told Maria.  "We've got to hide."

We entered a big building and it looked to be a warehouse of some type.  I closed the door behind us and looked around for a place to hide but it wasn't easy because the place was empty and it was really dark inside.  We could make out some floor beams here and there so we darted behind a couple of them just as the gangster entered the building and turned on a light switch.  Thankfully he couldn't see us and he turned the light off.  I took advantage of the darkness to put some distance between us.  I was ready to duck behind another beam when the lights suddenly came on again.

Having researched World War One for many years, I was well aware of what to do in case you are crossing No Man's Land at night.  If an enemy flare lit up the battlefield, you were supposed to freeze like a statue, otherwise your movement would be detected and you would be blown away.  So that's what I did in the warehouse, I froze.  It seemed to work, too because the mobster cut the lights off again.  My only hope was that Maria knew about not moving when the lights were on and apparently she did.

The lights were turned on and off again a number of times, until I found a back door and escaped into the dark of night.

A restless dog woke me up at that point and after putting her outside I returned to get some more sleep.  I remember having a pre-dream sense of imagining myself returning to the warehouse, only this time armed with a gun.  But, no such luck,  If I did have any further dreams, I wasn't able to remember them.   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: albrecht on November 09, 2018, 04:46:18 PM
Dream, November 9, 2018.

I was pleased to see an ex-lover show up in a dream last night.  Her name was Maria and she looked great.  As a matter of fact, she hadn't aged a bit over the years.  I wonder if I dreamt about her because of that Ocasio-Cortez lady who won the recent election in New York?  They happen to be dead ringers for one another.

We were walking around in the dark .  We seemed to be searching for something.  Suddenly the bright headlights of a car illuminated us.  I was able to recognize the car, despite the glare of light.  It belonged to a local hit man who, I had heard through the grapevine, was looking for me.

"Quick, in here,"  I told Maria.  "We've got to hide."

We entered a big building and it looked to be a warehouse of some type.  I closed the door behind us and looked around for a place to hide but it wasn't easy because the place was empty and it was really dark inside.  We could make out some floor beams here and there so we darted behind a couple of them just as the gangster entered the building and turned on a light switch.  Thankfully he couldn't see us and he turned the light off.  I took advantage of the darkness to put some distance between us.  I was ready to duck behind another beam when the lights suddenly came on again.

Having researched World War One for many years, I was well aware of what to do in case you are crossing No Man's Land at night.  If an enemy flare lit up the battlefield, you were supposed to freeze like a statue, otherwise your movement would be detected and you would be blown away.  So that's what I did in the warehouse, I froze.  It seemed to work, too because the mobster cut the lights off again.  My only hope was that Maria knew about not moving when the lights were on and apparently she did.

The lights were turned on and off again a number of times, until I found a back door and escaped into the dark of night.

A restless dog woke me up at that point and after putting her outside I returned to get some more sleep.  I remember having a pre-dream sense of imagining myself returning to the warehouse, only this time armed with a gun.  But, no such luck,  If I did have any further dreams, I wasn't able to remember them.
The "freezing" thing is interesting. Here is a "No Man's Run" run. No word if such charity runs will involve trench foot, barbed wire, light-flares, Spanish Flu, trench knives, and gunfire....but sounds like an interesting run
https://www.iowanationalguard.com/Recruiting/nmltr/Pages/Default.aspx
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on November 18, 2018, 01:37:09 PM
Dream, November 18, 2018.

Just when I was thinking that I would have another nightfull of forgettable dreams, Michael Jackson appeared in my living room.  After some quick 'hellos and how we've missed each others,' he warned me that he only had a few minutes to visit.  I tried to make the most of it by putting on some music.  We both danced to the tune and we were both real happy.  I got my camera out and told him that I'd like to take some pictures.  I took a couple of him dancing and some selfies of the two of us, and actually asked him if he would show up in the pics.  He chuckled and said, "I really wouldn't know."  We talked and laughed some more and then he was gone.

After I thought that I had woke up, I visited some friends.  I took my camera out and and said, "You'll never guess who came to visit me last night."

I powered up the camera to view the pictures.  Everyone gathered around to look at the pics.  No Michael to be seen.   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on November 24, 2018, 01:36:17 PM
Dream, November 23, 2018.

I was working in a large, open campus sort of business complex.  I didn't know what type of business, but there was a lady boss there and she tried to explain something to me but it didn't make any sense.  I remember her saying that for all the years that I have worked there, that I should be picking up on things quicker than I have been.  She irritated  me and I decided to ignore her and content myself by standing behind a giant sized window, gazing out at the green, parklike campus grounds.  People were walking back and forth in suits, holding briefcases.

A loud noise developed and we all raced outside.  A big fighter jet roared overhead and it was way too low and slow, to be operating safely.  I voiced a concern that the pilot was in dire straits and I was right.  The jet crawled slowly over the business complex and went into a slow turn, heading back our way but loosing altitude at a fast rate.  Everyone ran into a bomb shelter except me.  I walked out onto the grass and watched as the jet flew just over my head, and it crashed into the big glass office that we had walked out of. 

There was a tremendous boom and this was followed by a big ball of smoke and fire.  In a shocked state, I walked over to a statue of the businesses' founder and almost asked him what he thought of the jet crash but then I remembered that he was a statue.  I heard some voices behind me and it was the lady boss and a co-worker named George.  They were concerned for my safety and they also seemed to think that I couldn't hear them.  The boss and George both thought that my hearing had been ruined by the loud explosion and I thought to myself that this might just be my ticket out of the place. 

I turned to both of then and said, "What?  What?"


Dream, November 24, 2018.     

Our fearless leader Bart rented a convention center and invited all EllGabbers to meet and greet one another.  It was pretty cool seeing everyone though I have to admit I can't recall if we looked like regular people or if we were avatars.  Not that it mattered I guess.  We all seemed to be having fun getting to know each other.

A rumor suddenly surfaced that Heather W. had crashed the party and I remember thinking that it was kind of cool in a way.  Certainly took some balls to do something like that, and I wanted to see if she had indeed shown up.  I asked around and it was thought that she had sat herself down in the restaurant section of the complex. 

I made my way to the restaurant which consisted of nothing more than a long row of booths.  The booths were all empty except for the first one.  Heather was sitting in it.  She didn't really look like Heather.  Her face was kind of swollen and she had a mild case of acne.  I walked past her, turned, and caught her attention.  I smiled and gave her a friendly wave but she acted like she didn't see me. 

Some guy walked by me and said, "Get lost dude.  I'm Ken from Arizona."  He plopped himself down on the booth, opposite Heather and the two of them began to talk.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Bart Ell on November 25, 2018, 07:48:30 AM
Dream, November 24, 2018.     

Our fearless leader Bart rented a convention center and invited all EllGabbers to meet and greet one another.  It was pretty cool seeing everyone though I have to admit I can't recall if we looked like regular people or if we were avatars.  Not that it mattered I guess.  We all seemed to be having fun getting to know each other.

A rumor suddenly surfaced that Heather W. had crashed the party and I remember thinking that it was kind of cool in a way.  Certainly took some balls to do something like that, and I wanted to see if she had indeed shown up.  I asked around and it was thought that she had sat herself down in the restaurant section of the complex. 

I made my way to the restaurant which consisted of nothing more than a long row of booths.  The booths were all empty except for the first one.  Heather was sitting in it.  She didn't really look like Heather.  Her face was kind of swollen and she had a mild case of acne.  I walked past her, turned, and caught her attention.  I smiled and gave her a friendly wave but she acted like she didn't see me. 

Some guy walked by me and said, "Get lost dude.  I'm Ken from Arizona."  He plopped himself down on the booth, opposite Heather and the two of them began to talk.

This dream needed more Bart!
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on November 25, 2018, 11:40:34 AM
This dream needed more Bart!

Unfortunately you were too busy attaching those 'Hello, my name is' tags to everybody's shirts.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Bart Ell on November 27, 2018, 07:00:54 AM
Unfortunately you were too busy attaching those 'Hello, my name is' tags to everybody's shirts.

Dream Bart seems way more helpful and kind than Bart In The Real World...
Unless I was doing that to cop titty feels!
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on November 27, 2018, 03:23:56 PM
Dream Bart seems way more helpful and kind than Bart In The Real World...
Unless I was doing that to cop titty feels!

it might please you (or not) to know that Miss W. wasn't wearing one.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on December 04, 2018, 01:47:43 PM
I returned at long last, to a sideshow city where there are hundreds of tents set up, all of them offering unique, if somewhat puzzling, exhibits.  I entered a tent where there were two large, glass water tanks set up.  A tall, skinny guy directed my attention to the first one.  There were a number of fairly big tropical fish swimming about, and the guy told me to put my hand in the water.  I did as he directed and the fish swam over to my hand and they rubbed up against it.  It was odd, feeling their slick bodies sliding all over my hand.  I could actually pet them and they wouldn't swim away.

Then the guy told me to look into the next tank.  I was rather startled to see a bunch of cats there, all of them underwater and apparently suffering no ill effects.  Again, he had me put a hand in the water and the cats swam over and pressed their bodies against it.  I could pet the cats and scratch their chins.  They felt dry to the touch and not wet. 
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on December 05, 2018, 03:00:05 PM
My dreams include not only impressions of events in the present, but impressions of a past.  A dramatic and humorous example was a few nights ago when in a dream I'd been trying to bullshit a lady.  She said she could tell when I was acting.  I looked at her more closely and said, "Cathy?"  In the dream she knew me from Theater Arts in school when I was a student there long ago.

In waking life I know no such Cathy, and she could not have taken Theater Arts with me because when I was at Horace Mann it was an all-boys school.  She looked and sounded a little like Jennifer across the street in waking life at Gardens of the World (family of the landlord).  How'd I know to spell her name with a C instead of K?  Not that my dreams have a libretto, but sometimes they convey an impression of spelling too.  I'm very friendly with a Kathy around here in waking life, but dream-Cathy didn't look or sound like her.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on December 07, 2018, 10:48:40 PM
I dreamt that some friends and I were riding bikes through a quiet town.  It was a bright, sunny day and I marveled at how effortless it was to pedal my bike on the sidewalks, over lawns and down the streets.  There were no cars driving about and not a soul to be seen walking anywhere.  I took the lead and headed us west, up a gradual incline on a side street that held a gas station and a work uniform shop. 

A flood of crystal clear water suddenly flowed down the street and, after pedaling hard to work up some speed, I drove head on into it.  The water wasn't deep.  If I'd have gotten off my bike it would have only reached up to my ankles. 

"They are irrigating the eastern part of town."  somebody behind me called out.

I continued to pedal my way through the water.  It was really fun to bike straight and then turn sideways in the miniature river.  It kind of felt as if I was surfing... on a bike.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: albrecht on December 09, 2018, 09:59:03 AM
Highly offensive but funny and bizarre bit of a dream:

The other morning I woke up by laughing in a dream when I realized that this was a dream and so bizarre. I only remember the last snippet which might offend some. It offended and yet made me laugh (in the dream and upon remember it.)

I was at the supermarket and was in the aisle by potatoes and onions and there was a big, somewhat retarded looking, employee stocking shelves (he looked like Bob's Bigboy i you recall that restaurant chain) with the market's apron on. I'm trying to navigate my cart around him and this old, ugly lady in one of those carts for fat people comes, at speed, around him and starts yelling. I quote verbatim, excuse filth:

"There is JIZZ in the lady's restroom!! What kind of place IS this!? Disgusting! In the lady's bathroom! There are candy wrappers by the toilet! What KIND of person eats CHOCOLATES in the bathroom! This place is DISGUSTING!"

At this point the worker looks confused, embarrassed and doesn't know what to do. I maneuver backwards, away as a manager comes running, making a calming gesture to the woman in the cart and mumbling phrases "ok, ok, I'll look into it, just calm down..."  The lady yells again: "JIZZ in the lady's bathroom! This is disgusting! What KIND of place is this!" To which another woman nearby, wearing a coat with fur edging and a small purse makes a face like "disgusting." And the ugly lady in the cart, at this point the manager is at a loss, yellsat him:  "I KNOW men! They JIZZ! It is disgusting! In the lady's bathroom!" 

I'm taking this all in and suppressing a laugh because so bizarre and the ugly lady is so angry. At which point the lady in the fur coat says "I'm calling the police." And the ugly lady, smugly says "good, your should. This place is disgusting!" And the furcoat lady points a finger at her and says "I'm calling the police on YOU. You are disgusting, shouting this out. There are children here!" At which point I realize, in dream, who the lady in the cart is. It is that actresses from such films as "Goonies" and "Throw Mama From The Train." And I laugh and realize this is a weird dream and wake up.

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Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on December 09, 2018, 02:00:29 PM
Highly offensive but funny and bizarre bit of a dream:

The other morning I woke up by laughing in a dream when I realized that this was a dream and so bizarre. I only remember the last snippet which might offend some. It offended and yet made me laugh (in the dream and upon remember it.)

I was at the supermarket and was in the aisle by potatoes and onions and there was a big, somewhat retarded looking, employee stocking shelves (he looked like Bob's Bigboy i you recall that restaurant chain) with the market's apron on. I'm trying to navigate my cart around him and this old, ugly lady in one of those carts for fat people comes, at speed, around him and starts yelling. I quote verbatim, excuse filth:

"There is JIZZ in the lady's restroom!! What kind of place IS this!? Disgusting! In the lady's bathroom! There are candy wrappers by the toilet! What KIND of person eats CHOCOLATES in the bathroom! This place is DISGUSTING!"

At this point the worker looks confused, embarrassed and doesn't know what to do. I maneuver backwards, away as a manager comes running, making a calming gesture to the woman in the cart and mumbling phrases "ok, ok, I'll look into it, just calm down..."  The lady yells again: "JIZZ in the lady's bathroom! This is disgusting! What KIND of place is this!" To which another woman nearby, wearing a coat with fur edging and a small purse makes a face like "disgusting." And the ugly lady in the cart, at this point the manager is at a loss, yellsat him:  "I KNOW men! They JIZZ! It is disgusting! In the lady's bathroom!" 

I'm taking this all in and suppressing a laugh because so bizarre and the ugly lady is so angry. At which point the lady in the fur coat says "I'm calling the police." And the ugly lady, smugly says "good, your should. This place is disgusting!" And the furcoat lady points a finger at her and says "I'm calling the police on YOU. You are disgusting, shouting this out. There are children here!" At which point I realize, in dream, who the lady in the cart is. It is that actresses from such films as "Goonies" and "Throw Mama From The Train." And I laugh and realize this is a weird dream and wake up.

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Wow, mr. a.  If that was the very end of your dream, I wish you could remember the rest of it.  There is a tv show where some men challenge each other to do outrageous stunts in front of normal people, just to see if the normal people catch on to the stunt or not.  The guys get points if they fool the normal people with it.  Anyway, I could see them dressing up like the ladies in your dream, and going through the routine of approaching grocery store managers and assailing them about the 'problems' in the ladies room. Perhaps it would land you a couple grand for the idea. haha
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on December 09, 2018, 04:25:07 PM
In this first dream I found myself in (I'm assuming) Calcutta, and while I wasn't in the Black Hole prison, I was close by, in some nearly airless, dim, room with a dirt floor.  The room was windowless and big, there must have been a good twenty of thirty men in there.  A friend and I were the only Caucasians present, all the others were Calcuttans, I guess you would call them.  I was having a difficult time breathing in the foul air and having noticed this, a man in dirty clothes approached me.  He said that he was the master of the air hole and that for a small amount of money, he would allow me to sit by the hole and breath in some relatively fresh air. So I gave him some dollars and got to sit by the hole.  Sure enough, I could breath better.  The hole was big, about the size of a locomotive boiler opening, and it was not straight down, more like built into the side of a crumbling brick wall.  The Calcutta guy took it upon himself to explain the history of the hole, as he pushed some other men who didn't have any money, away from it.  He said that the hole was a volcanic tunnel that ran all the way down to an underground fresh water lake.  It was to have been utilized, back in the 1700's to provide ventilation for a big prison that was being built, but due to budgetary problems, the prison was built closer to the center of the city.  The breathing hole eventually fell into the man's ancestors hands and since then, they had been renting out the hole for breathing purposes.  I asked the man if I could explore the hole but he wouldn't allow it because I might fall down a crevice and die, thus causing the smell of rotting flesh to enter into the air being inhaled by his customers.  I took some more deep breaths and made my way outside.

I found my friend, Byron, sitting up against the wall of the breathing hole building.  I sat next to him and put my back against the wall.  I handed him a couple of dollars and asked if he wanted to go breath some fresh air but he said no.  The air was relatively fresh from where we were sitting, he noted.  I took some big breaths and Byron was right.  I could breath in just enough air to fill my lungs, and it was relatively fresh.  The air was rather hot but it did carry a nice, nearby river smell.  I told Byron that I should go back inside and tell all those other men that the air was breathable outside, for free, but I fell into the next dream before I could do so.

The second dream took place at the countryside.  It was a nice, bright day and there were hills and fields all about.  A single building sat on a grassy knoll and I entered it.  There was a single room with a woman sitting at a chair and a desk.  She looked up with a smile.

"Are you here to purchase a ticket?" she asked.

"A ticket?" I asked in return

"Yes, a ticket to the carnival,"  she said.  "You really should purchase one.  We have some brand new rides and lots of new sideshow tents that you can enter."

"But I didn't see any carnival out there." I pointed out.

"Oh no, it's not there,  You have to follow a path to reach it." she said.

So I bought a ticket and walked back outside.  I glanced around and noticed a pathway running through fields and meadows.  There were some people walking down the path and I joined them.  We were all excited to see the carnival.  We walked, and walked and walked, for a couple of hours before we reached it.  It was big and colorful and there were beautiful Ferris wheels and rollercoasters all about.  And sideshow tents too. 

For all the excitement of taking a look at everything, I just couldn't help it and I reversed tracks and walked all the way back to the building where I had bought the carnival ticket.

"You know," I told the lady behind the desk.  "You should provide some type of transportation service to the carnival.  Either that, or move you're ticket building closer to the venue."   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on December 15, 2018, 01:42:50 AM


Someone take these dreams away,
That point me to another day,
A duel of personalities,
That stretch all true realities.

That keep calling me,
They keep calling me,
Keep on calling me,
They keep calling me.

Where figures from the past stand tall,
And mocking voices ring the halls.
Imperialistic house of prayer,
Conquistadors who took their share.

That keep calling me,
They keep calling me,
Keep on calling me,
They keep calling me.

Calling me, calling me, calling me, calling me.

They keep calling me,
Keep on calling me,
They keep calling me,
They keep calling me.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: albrecht on December 15, 2018, 03:50:12 PM
In this first dream I found myself in (I'm assuming) Calcutta, and while I wasn't in the Black Hole prison, I was close by, in some nearly airless, dim, room with a dirt floor.  The room was windowless and big, there must have been a good twenty of thirty men in there.  A friend and I were the only Caucasians present, all the others were Calcuttans, I guess you would call them.  I was having a difficult time breathing in the foul air and having noticed this, a man in dirty clothes approached me.  He said that he was the master of the air hole and that for a small amount of money, he would allow me to sit by the hole and breath in some relatively fresh air. So I gave him some dollars and got to sit by the hole.  Sure enough, I could breath better.  The hole was big, about the size of a locomotive boiler opening, and it was not straight down, more like built into the side of a crumbling brick wall.  The Calcutta guy took it upon himself to explain the history of the hole, as he pushed some other men who didn't have any money, away from it.  He said that the hole was a volcanic tunnel that ran all the way down to an underground fresh water lake.  It was to have been utilized, back in the 1700's to provide ventilation for a big prison that was being built, but due to budgetary problems, the prison was built closer to the center of the city.  The breathing hole eventually fell into the man's ancestors hands and since then, they had been renting out the hole for breathing purposes.  I asked the man if I could explore the hole but he wouldn't allow it because I might fall down a crevice and die, thus causing the smell of rotting flesh to enter into the air being inhaled by his customers.  I took some more deep breaths and made my way outside.

I found my friend, Byron, sitting up against the wall of the breathing hole building.  I sat next to him and put my back against the wall.  I handed him a couple of dollars and asked if he wanted to go breath some fresh air but he said no.  The air was relatively fresh from where we were sitting, he noted.  I took some big breaths and Byron was right.  I could breath in just enough air to fill my lungs, and it was relatively fresh.  The air was rather hot but it did carry a nice, nearby river smell.  I told Byron that I should go back inside and tell all those other men that the air was breathable outside, for free, but I fell into the next dream before I could do so.

The second dream took place at the countryside.  It was a nice, bright day and there were hills and fields all about.  A single building sat on a grassy knoll and I entered it.  There was a single room with a woman sitting at a chair and a desk.  She looked up with a smile.

"Are you here to purchase a ticket?" she asked.

"A ticket?" I asked in return

"Yes, a ticket to the carnival,"  she said.  "You really should purchase one.  We have some brand new rides and lots of new sideshow tents that you can enter."

"But I didn't see any carnival out there." I pointed out.

"Oh no, it's not there,  You have to follow a path to reach it." she said.

So I bought a ticket and walked back outside.  I glanced around and noticed a pathway running through fields and meadows.  There were some people walking down the path and I joined them.  We were all excited to see the carnival.  We walked, and walked and walked, for a couple of hours before we reached it.  It was big and colorful and there were beautiful Ferris wheels and rollercoasters all about.  And sideshow tents too. 

For all the excitement of taking a look at everything, I just couldn't help it and I reversed tracks and walked all the way back to the building where I had bought the carnival ticket.

"You know," I told the lady behind the desk.  "You should provide some type of transportation service to the carnival.  Either that, or move you're ticket building closer to the venue."

The second dream reminds me of a concert I went to where they had this awful line going all around the grounds and venue to get to the gate. I thought, at time, a way to try to get the folks to sober up from the parking lot action but considering most brought beverages, or etc, with them in line it was a bad plan. There was also lots of pissing and only one Port-o-Let along the line. Bad planning.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on December 17, 2018, 02:41:36 PM
I must have been rich in this dream.  I was in a small boat, floating along on a big bay, with some other people in similar small boats.  The boats didn't have any motors or oars on them, I think we were operating them telepathically.  It was night but a big full moon gave us plenty of light until, that is, a black cloud of volcanic ash blotted out the sky.

Everyone brought their boats ashore and entered the high quality villa where we were staying.  There was a big, plate glass window that afforded a view across the bay and everyone stood by it.  We could see a distant island that held nothing but a row of smoking volcanos.  The volcanos began to glow and erupt but we weren't concerned because they were pretty far away and besides, there was all that water in between.

One of the volcanos suddenly erupted a large quantity of lava that went skyward.  We all watched in disbelief as the flaming matter made its way to our island.  Globs of the molten lava splatted onto the beach and people were running around and getting burnt.  We felt a large chunk of lava hit the roof of our villa and a big glow of fire lit up the room in which we were standing.  I turned from the window and saw the horrified looks of the people who were standing behind me.  I actually saw a familiar face, it was the guy who played Andy on that Parks and Recreations television show.  His eyes and mouth were wide open with terror and he scared me so much that I actually woke up with a start.  In this rare case though, I rolled over in bed and fell back into the very same dream. 

The owner of the building calmed everyone down by telling us that the roof was fireproof and that dinner was being served.  I went to look for a table but it wasn't all that easy because the burn victims had been brought in and they were stretched out on the floor.  I walked around them and found a small room with some tables and chairs.  My grandmother's ghost walked in and placed table cloths on the tables.  I didn't ask what was going to be served but I knew it had to be good if she was involved in the cooking.  The ghost of my uncle walked in and sat at my table.  I told him how glad I was to see him.  We were both looking forward to the meal but we couldn't help but notice that burnt bodies were being piled up in the doorway to our room.   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Colin1980 on December 17, 2018, 03:56:01 PM
I must have been rich in this dream.  I was in a small boat, floating along on a big bay, with some other people in similar small boats.  The boats didn't have any motors or oars on them, I think we were operating them telepathically.  It was night but a big full moon gave us plenty of light until, that is, a black cloud of volcanic ash blotted out the sky.

Everyone brought their boats ashore and entered the high quality villa where we were staying.  There was a big, plate glass window that afforded a view across the bay and everyone stood by it.  We could see a distant island that held nothing but a row of smoking volcanos.  The volcanos began to glow and erupt but we weren't concerned because they were pretty far away and besides, there was all that water in between.

One of the volcanos suddenly erupted a large quantity of lava that went skyward.  We all watched in disbelief as the flaming matter made its way to our island.  Globs of the molten lava splatted onto the beach and people were running around and getting burnt.  We felt a large chunk of lava hit the roof of our villa and a big glow of fire lit up the room in which we were standing.  I turned from the window and saw the horrified looks of the people who were standing behind me.  I actually saw a familiar face, it was the guy who played Andy on that Parks and Recreations television show.  His eyes and mouth were wide open with terror and he scared me so much that I actually woke up with a start.  In this rare case though, I rolled over in bed and fell back into the very same dream. 

The owner of the building calmed everyone down by telling us that the roof was fireproof and that dinner was being served.  I went to look for a table but it wasn't all that easy because the burn victims had been brought in and they were stretched out on the floor.  I walked around them and found a small room with some tables and chairs.  My grandmother's ghost walked in and placed table cloths on the tables.  I didn't ask what was going to be served but I knew it had to be good if she was involved in the cooking.  The ghost of my uncle walked in and sat at my table.  I told him how glad I was to see him.  We were both looking forward to the meal but we couldn't help but notice that burnt bodies were being piled up in the doorway to our room.   

Dream interpretation.
Bellgab will blow up and burn to the ground.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Colin1980 on December 17, 2018, 04:06:43 PM
Lol, Bellgab is down as of now. 503 message.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Colin1980 on December 17, 2018, 04:16:03 PM
Unfortunately it's back again. :(
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on December 29, 2018, 12:29:56 PM
I dreamt that I was at a doctors office, though I don't know why because I didn't feel sick or anything.  My name was called in the waiting room and I entered a room with big, metal examining machines set all about.  An elderly doctor (tall, thin and gray headed with an equally gray mustache) greeted me without a smile and curtly inquired, "Have you completed your shshshshsh pan collection shshshshs test shshshshsh?"  (Somebody in a nearby room was operating a loud machine that drowned out part of what the doctor was saying.) 

"My what?" I asked, puzzled. 

The doctor looked irritated and he repeated the question, only this time he spoke in a very quiet voice that was once again drowned out by the noise coming from an adjoining room.

"Sorry, doctor, but I can't hear you." I told him.

This time the old codger got mad and,  leaning into one of my ears shouted, "Have you completed ahahahahah pan ahahahahah test?!"  (He was speaking so loud into my ear that his words were distorted.)

I was beginning to get a bit irritated myself.

"I don't know what you are talking about." I told him.

The doctor threw his arms up in disgust and started writing up his bill.  He handed it to me and  said, "I'm leaving!"

I glanced at the bill and noticed that it was made out for $71.00.  I didn't have to pay it though, because my dad's ghost appeared and he took the bill and disappeared with it.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on December 31, 2018, 01:59:18 PM
I've no idea why, but last night, I dreamed, among other things, that I was entrusted, apparently accidentally, w Heather Leona Wade's medical records.  I wound up delivering them to an office on the left.  In front the hallway led to the dentist's on the right at the end, and the stairs down a flight to the exit at the left.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on January 04, 2019, 04:55:22 PM
Wow, was I a thread killer or what?

Maybe it'll liven things up a bit if I mention celebrities who've had recent guest shots in my dreams: Jim Backus and Jason Alexander.

I could also bring up an invention I saw in a recent dream.  I dreamed people were starting to sell ad space on their bodies via tattoo.  One ad-tattooed lady showed off her new accessory: Ad Blocker.  She turned it on, and it made the tattoo across her back invisible.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: albrecht on January 05, 2019, 10:16:31 AM
Strange one last night with lots of creatures. I only recall the main fragments. It start that I was working on my truck and had both doors open and I was trying to access a panel, or something, under the steering column when I looked up and a yuuge dog, but more like a wolf running at me and I had no time to reach over and shut door. It bounded into the cab but due to the way my seat was oriented I couldn't quite reach me. But slobbering, foaming-at-the-mouth I managed to fall back and slam door. Then while wolf was scratching and tearing up seat to get me I managed to run around and slam passenger door closed. Now wolf was trapped but what to do! It was tearing up the upholstery etc.   A neighbor came buy and said we could lasso it. We took a long piece of PVC piping and slid a rope through it. Like I've seen dog control folks use. Make-shift tool though. Anyway, someone opened the door, neighbor got the rope around its neck but the strength of the animal threatened to break the pipe. Some one got a rope around the back haunches and managed to tie it up to the trailer hitch. Then we took the rope end of the took and tied it around a tree and pulled it so dog-wolf was tied up and couldn't move. Then discussions of what to do and we called for animal control and they came it got and suspected it might be rabid but since nobody got bit we didn't need to go have shots.

2nd part. Even weirder we went to go eat some Mexican food but decided, at last minute, to go to another place than the original place. Which was good because while eating nachos and having margaritas we looked up and what appeared to be a huge sandstorm or explosion at the other Tex-Mex restaurant down the block. Like a whirlwind, tornado out of which came a yuuge "Antman" but looked more like those tin-metal, brightly art pieces that Mexicans make of animals, lizards, and such, but LARGE and moving like it was alive. Standing there. Running away I noticed what I thought was a metal elephant also coming alive but, in looking, realized it was really a big armadillo. Again metal-like but alive. Running past I just saw one big eye open as it started to awaken. Woke up and so don't know what happened or any explanation.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on January 07, 2019, 07:40:42 AM
Last night I dreamed that WFMU general manager Ken Freedman had gotten the station in trouble w a stunt he did on his "7 Sec. Delay" program.  Seems he and Andy Breckman had a listener enter a bank lobby and do something stupid and disturbing, or at least that was how a listener took it in their name.  As a result, the station's bank stopped dealing with them, and I tried intervening on WFMU's behalf to make it possible for them to reopen their acc't.  It turned out that bank, or more likely banks generally, were run by space aliens.  I had to explain to them that humans liked to swim, and therefore liked having the possibility of constructing swimming pools; I had to explain what swimming was.  I don't remember whether that had something to do with a real estate deal the station was engaging in -- such as the sale of their parking lot IRL -- or making some excuse for the stupid thing the listeners were doing in the bank lobby, like maybe miming swimming in a sunken lobby.  I think I was having some success by the dream's end.

Maybe it was all some metaphor about being "under water", which fortunately WFMU is not.  (They weren't even literally under water when the Morris Canal overflowed all around them during a recent hurricane!)  I haven't checked Auricle Communications' financials lately, but the sale of the parking lot was to retire their debt.  Ken's taken a lot of chances, but his acquisition of the bldg. for their HQ, now including a public-performance space, & lot 20 yrs. ago ("House of Tomorrow" in their fundraising) paid off well.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Sofia on January 11, 2019, 06:30:19 AM
Last night I dreamed that WFMU general manager Ken Freedman had gotten the station in trouble w a stunt he did on his "7 Sec. Delay" program.  Seems he and Andy Breckman had a listener enter a bank lobby and do something stupid and disturbing, or at least that was how a listener took it in their name.  As a result, the station's bank stopped dealing with them, and I tried intervening on WFMU's behalf to make it possible for them to reopen their acc't.  It turned out that bank, or more likely banks generally, were run by space aliens.  I had to explain to them that humans liked to swim, and therefore liked having the possibility of constructing swimming pools; I had to explain what swimming was.  I don't remember whether that had something to do with a real estate deal the station was engaging in -- such as the sale of their parking lot IRL -- or making some excuse for the stupid thing the listeners were doing in the bank lobby, like maybe miming swimming in a sunken lobby.  I think I was having some success by the dream's end.

Maybe it was all some metaphor about being "under water", which fortunately WFMU is not.  (They weren't even literally under water when the Morris Canal overflowed all around them during a recent hurricane!)  I haven't checked Auricle Communications' financials lately, but the sale of the parking lot was to retire their debt.  Ken's taken a lot of chances, but his acquisition of the bldg. for their HQ, now including a public-performance space, & lot 20 yrs. ago ("House of Tomorrow" in their fundraising) paid off well.
That is hilarious.  Swimming.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Sofia on January 11, 2019, 01:28:33 PM
That is hilarious.  Swimming.
My interpretation is that you were telling aliens humans like to emote.  After all, nothing was under water yet, although that was a very good thought.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Sofia on January 11, 2019, 01:56:36 PM
I dreamed there were a couple of geletinous looking huge black spiders about the size and shape of a medium crab in the house.  Every time we needed to clean the entry closet, one of these insanely obnoxious spiders would jump up from around my bed, flap its geletinous body and crab-like legs, and scare me and run to the entry closet.

Then a dual wedding for two young ladies was being planned.  One looked great in her wedding dress but the other had obscene female body parts attached to hers.

Someone told me they didn't want me around anymore because it was too much trouble.  They said to go back to my roots.

I removed all my things from an armoire there in the wedding planning area, because every time I hung them up, others would start crowding my garments.  When it got emptier, I re-hung my stuff again, but crowders kept coming each time.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on January 11, 2019, 04:26:46 PM
The first dream found me in a shopping mall and I was walking up a nonfunctioning escalator.  A guy stood at the top and he held his hands out as if to prevent me from gaining access to the floor.  He was a middle aged redheaded guy, with glasses.  I didn't like his looks and  I wasn't in a mood to be ordered about, so when I got to the top, I grabbed his arms and hurled him down to the floor below.  I then resumed my shopping but after several moments I felt kind of guilty having treated the guy like that, so I reset my dream.  I went back to the escalator and started walking up it again.  This time, I got to the top and found that the fellow was there for the expressed purpose of helping people step onto the upper floor without falling over backwards.  I told the guy 'thanks' and shook his hand.  I felt a little better about myself but I still didn't like the guy's looks.

Bart arranged for some of us to tour Art's old radio station in the second dream.  The lady running the place was nice and she pretty much let us go about wherever we wanted.  I remember walking down a hallway that led to a large glass door.  I approached it and saw that it led to a back parking lot area.  A car drove up and I watched as Art's beautiful wife got out of it and made her way to the door.  She approached the door and I identified myself.  She smiled and said that it was nice to finally meet a familiar face.  It was kind of odd though because we were talking through the glass.  I happily went to open the door but it was locked. 

"No problem," I said.  "I'll just find someone with a key." 

So I walked back down the hallway and entered a room full of old radio broadcasting equipment.  I turned a dial on a dusty control board and heard a voice say 'Hi' out of a speaker.  Damned if it didn't sound like Art.

"Art, is that you?" I asked.

"Who do you think it is?" he asked.

I chuckled and said, "Hi Art.  What are you doing here?"

"Spinning tunes," he said.  "My wife is here too, working in the office.  Say, you wouldn't happen to know what month it is, would you?"

"January."  I said.

There was a brief pause and then he said, "Are you calling to make a prediction?"


   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on January 13, 2019, 03:11:42 PM
I felt kind of guilty having treated the guy like that, so I reset my dream.
Wow, you can...do that?   8)
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on January 17, 2019, 01:54:45 PM
Wow, you can...do that?   8)

Yes, Robert.  But only on extremely rare occasions.  Kind of similar to waking from a dream and then falling asleep again and resuming the very same dream, only there is no waking up.  You just kind of backup and replay an earlier part of the dream and hopefully, you can make an alteration before continuing with the dream.  Kind of like dream time travel, I guess.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on January 17, 2019, 02:39:33 PM
I dreamt that I was back in high school, the very last day of my senior year, in fact.  I was walking through the halls, heading for the Science Department because I wanted to say a special goodbye to my science teacher, Mr. P.  When I got to the Science Department, I saw a man science teacher talking to a woman science teacher.  I asked them where Mr. P. was and they told me that he was out to lunch.

So I stepped outside just in time to see a small airplane fly overhead.  Someone inside of it threw a handful of lit firecrackers out and they popped lightly in the air but then they all re-exploded into glorious fireworks, as the high school band played a stirring John Philip Souza marching song in the background.  (I could have sworn that I dreamt about the fireworks in an earlier dream, but after reviewing the thread, I guess not.)   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on January 18, 2019, 04:21:09 PM
I walked up the hill to Dad's house and found his ghost standing on the front yard.  He was holding an old Kodak Instamatic camera to his eye and he was aiming it straight up.  I looked up to see what he was taking a picture of and noticed a huge image of what appeared to be an open checkbook up there.  It was like a massive, projected image that filled the entire sky.  A giant hand appeared, holding a pen and it started to write something on one of the checks.  Pay to the order of...and there was my name.  I couldn't quite tell how much the check was being made out for.  The hand took the check and with a sound of lightning ripping through the sky, tore it out of the book.  I looked back at Dad but he had disappeared and I was left there standing on the lawn, trying to figure out the implications of what I had seen up there in the sky.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on January 19, 2019, 06:35:58 PM
Last night I dreamed I'd been living on an upper floor in a high rise for some time, collecting baseballs, golf balls, and onions that had flown in thru the windows.  I had carefully hidden them in the apt.  Then a Hispanic guy burst in w a gun, demanding either the baseballs, golf balls, or onions, I forgot which, and I said sure, you can have all from all 3 categories.  He was followed by his gang of thieves -- a mixed bunch in terms of sex, ethnicity, & age -- while he asked if I wanted a drink.  I counter-offered him a Coke in a cup.

Yes, some of the onions were bruised.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on January 19, 2019, 07:04:54 PM
I was driving my car off road.  I was actually driving down the side of a hill.  It was pretty desolate, kind of like a scene from a Spaghetti Western movie.  No trees anywhere, just dried grass and sand.  The car was kind of sliding down the hill until I came upon a veritable graveyard of parked cars.  I stopped the car and saw that I was hemmed in on both sides by other cars plus one directly in front.  It must have been quite a sight to anyone looking up and seeing all these parked cars on the hill.  I tried to back up but my tires spun in the sand.  I got out of the car to take a look around.

"Hola, mi amigo," a rotund Mexican fellow greeted me.  He was standing further up the slope.  He had a big white shirt and white pants on and he was wearing a big, red sombrero. 

"Hello," I said with a smile.  "Well, it looks like I'm certainly in a pickle.  I guess I'm pretty well stuck here."

"No problema," the friendly man said.  "Estos autos, se han ido por la mañana.  Todo el mundo va a conducir al trabajo.  Entender?"

"Um, no, not really." I said.

The fellow held his hands up as if they were holding on to a steering wheel.  " Hombres come and how you say, drive to work?"

"Oh, that's great." I said.  "Thanks for the información."

So I began to wait for the men to show up and drive their cars away.  I know it's nitpicky, but I couldn't help but notice that the cars were parked very close to me on both sides.  It kind of irked me to think that their car doors would probably hit the sides of my car, when opened.

(I thank Bing for the translations.  I don't speak Spanish, but I'm pretty sure that our conversation ran along a similar line in the dream.  Though I do know the words problema and información.)     
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on January 20, 2019, 10:25:33 AM
Last night power failed (icing on lines & trees) as I got back to bed from the bathroom.  When I went back to sleep, I dreamed we had various visitors (some locally familiar from waking life, others from a distance or meeting them for the 1st time in the dream) who were there to help, plus the house was larger & someplace warmer.  The sun came up and electricity came back on in the dream, and everybody seemed pleased, but I kept telling them it didn't matter what they thought, because they were imaginary and in a dream, & that I'd have to leave them when I woke up.  That didn't seem to faze them.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on January 23, 2019, 03:49:11 PM
I dreamt that I was walking around in a peaceful, open zoo (no cages) and park, where you could walk right up to the animals and pet them, regardless of the animals size or temperament.  I was actually able to stroll over and scratch behind the ear of a big elephant. 

There were a lot of people walking about.  Mostly parents and their kids.  I noticed one fellow who stood out from the crowd.  He was a giant of a man, with big bulging muscles.  Suddenly, several uniformed policemen jumped on the big guy and they attempted to wrestle him to the ground.  One of the policemen shouted out a warning.  "Beware, escaped convict here!"

I watched as the big man easily threw the policemen off his shoulders.  He reached down and got a gun off of an officer's belt.  He raised it up and started to fire indiscriminately into the crowd.  Everybody started to run about in a panic.  A guy standing right next to me got shot and he fell in a heap to the ground. 

One of the policemen got to his feet and shouted for everyone to evacuate the park.  He didn't have to tell us twice.  I started to run through the park.  I zipped past a number of interesting looking display tents that I normally would have been keen to explore, but under the circumstances, I knew that I had to keep running.  As a matter of fact, I had a chilling thought that the escaped convict was chasing me alone, and that he was trying to get a bead on me with the gun.       
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on January 25, 2019, 01:06:40 PM
I dreamt that I was in an old wooden building, walking down a long hallway.  There were lots of doors in there and I got the feeling that there were stores of various types behind them.  Shoe stores, bakeries, and even produce stores.  One fully wooden door got my attention because a slip of paper was being slipped out through the crack of it.  I watched as the piece of paper got bigger and bigger, until it became a big sign that proclaimed, 'The Odd Fellows meeting is now in progress.'

"Ah yes, the Odd Fellows," I thought to myself.  I have never really known much about the organization.  I have wondered if the members were odd, in which case I would have fit right in with them.

The door swung open and a group of older man walked into the hallway.  They saw me looking at the sign and happily proclaimed me to be the newest member of the club.  I was bemused by their attitude and I acted like I was interested in joining them. 

"Are you guys really odd?"  I asked.

"Yes," One of them answered.  "We are odd people who like to do good things in the world."

The guy speaking was looking very closely at me, except in a rather odd way.  His eyes were open wide, and he was staring just off to the side of me, as if he were talking to somebody standing next to me.

"Oh, I get it,"  I said, "You are the odd fellow with the off kilter stare."

"You catch on fast, member."  Another old man said.

I then continued to walk down the hall and lost track of the odd fellows, but I eventually made a full circuit and came across the group once again as they were just finishing singing the Odd Fellows Song of Allegiance. (No such thing, I'm afraid.)  A younger man with dark hair approached me and pointed out that the group was made up of both the rich and poor.  He said that he was a multi-millionaire himself, and that he had been with the group for several years.

After I woke up, I looked up the Odd Fellows and yes, they are a fraternal organization that likes to do good: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Independent_Order_of_Odd_Fellows 

I was a little disappointed to find out that they weren't odd though, in the conventional sense of the word.

 

   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on January 25, 2019, 04:25:30 PM
Last night's dream was unusual for me in that it incorporated baseball.  I can't remember the last time I had baseball in a dream, either playing or watching -- maybe never, though what are the odds of that?  Usually it's rugby and/or American football.  There was some rugby football in last night's dream too, though.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on January 30, 2019, 01:45:13 PM
I found myself back at a long ago job, feeding sheets of plywood into a dryer kiln.  Bill's ghost, (Bill was a dryer tender who died years ago from a brain tumor) approached me and said that the supply of plywood veneer had run out and that there wouldn't be any work available.

"You mean for tonight?" I asked him.

"I mean for every night." He said.

I walked away from the mill feeling dejected.  I made my way into town and entered a mini-theatre where I had a starring role in an amateur stage production, a comedy.  I gave a smashing performance, despite my inner, depressed feelings.  I had the audience in stiches.

After the show, I was backstage and all the other performers gathered around me.  They slapped my shoulders and predicted that I would get some great acting offers.  I stepped out the back stage door and the ally was dark and empty.  Nobody was there to offer me any acting jobs.

I walked over to the ocean and did some beachcombing.  I didn't find any seashells, but I did see a number of rocks that had been polished by the surf into nearly transparent, glass like globes.  There were red ones, blue ones and clear ones scattered about in the sand.  They almost looked like bowling balls. 
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on February 02, 2019, 02:42:25 PM
I feel like I almost died in my sleep last night.  It was daylight and I was standing out on the front yard, just looking around, when I happened to gaze upwards.  The sky was nice and blue but there, directly overhead, was a spinning disc of sorts, though not a spacecraft.  It seemed more static, like a doorway or a portal.  It looked like a giant, gold cd or dvd disc.  It was not just high up in the sky, it seemed to be further back, I mean way, way back...beyond the sky...as far away as Heaven.  The spinning circle had a magnetic effect on me.  Suddenly I felt like I was going to fall up to it and I swung my arms around to keep my balance.  I fell to the ground and once my gaze was off of the thing, I felt all right.  A passing woman stopped by and helped me onto my feet.  Again, I looked upwards and the far away disc/door pulled at me again.  I felt like if I were to allow myself to be pulled up towards it, then I would never be returning to earth again.  Once more, I fell back to the ground, only this time, I crawled into my house.  I felt safe inside, but I had a nagging urge to take a peek at the mysterious thing/vision, through a window, but then I woke up.       
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on February 04, 2019, 02:54:10 PM
Strange dream to have in the middle of winter, but there I was, standing pitch side at a World Cup Futball game.  Every so often a ball would roll out of play and I would swoop it up and throw it back to the competitors.  Halftime rolled around and the players headed for the locker rooms.  I walked over to a snack outlet and purchased a container of strawberry flavored ice cream.  This being a dream and all, I wasn't able to eat the treat, but I did carry it with me back to my post.  The players started to return for the game's second half, and being that I couldn't eat my treat, I offered it to a couple of them. 

The first guy, a player for Spain, looked at the ice cream and asked, " Qué sabor?  Flavooor?"

"Strawberry,"  I said.

His face got all twisted and he waved a dismissive hand.  "Noooo, noo, no!"

I asked a French player next.  He seemed interested in the ice cream and with great effort, used sign language to convey that he would be most interested in consuming the treat, but only if his team were to win the game.  By this time, the ice cream had begun to melt and I thought about looking for a freezer to store it in, but then I woke up.     
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on February 10, 2019, 03:26:12 PM
I was driving down a road, following a car that was moving along at a high rate of speed.  I was kind of surprised that I was keeping up with it, especially since I was driving an old car I once owned, a 1973 Datsun B210. 

The driver in front of me came to a stop sign and stopped rather abruptly.  I went to hit my brakes and...nothing.  I managed to swerve around the stopped car but the move put me into a spin and I crashed sideways into a telephone pole.  It was a pretty horrific crash but I did manage to walk away from the wreck.  In fact, that's what I did, I just kept on walking down the road.  I wasn't quite feeling myself, though.  Something was amiss, and it wasn't from any injury sustained in the wreck.  I wondered, could I have not survived that wreck?  Was I walking around dead, without realizing it?

I came to a corner of the road and decided to test myself.  I spread my arms wide and started to run.  I jumped up and instead of returning to the  ground, I kept rising into the air.  "Oh oh," I thought to myself. "This can't be good."

I saw a tree ahead and flew myself right at it.  I held my arms out to grab the tree's trunk but the tree passed right through the middle of me as if I weren't really there.  It was at that point that I realized that I was dead.     
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: albrecht on February 11, 2019, 06:07:45 PM
I was driving down a road, following a car that was moving along at a high rate of speed.  I was kind of surprised that I was keeping up with it, especially since I was driving an old car I once owned, a 1973 Datsun B210

The driver in front of me came to a stop sign and stopped rather abruptly.  I went to hit my brakes and...nothing.  I managed to swerve around the stopped car but the move put me into a spin and I crashed sideways into a telephone pole.  It was a pretty horrific crash but I did manage to walk away from the wreck.  In fact, that's what I did, I just kept on walking down the road.  I wasn't quite feeling myself, though.  Something was amiss, and it wasn't from any injury sustained in the wreck.  I wondered, could I have not survived that wreck?  Was I walking around dead, without realizing it?

I came to a corner of the road and decided to test myself.  I spread my arms wide and started to run.  I jumped up and instead of returning to the  ground, I kept rising into the air.  "Oh oh," I thought to myself. "This can't be good."

I saw a tree ahead and flew myself right at it.  I held my arms out to grab the tree's trunk but the tree passed right through the middle of me as if I weren't really there.  It was at that point that I realized that I was dead.   

Nice! That's the one with the mirrors way up on the front. I never quite figured out why/how the switch from Datsun to Nissan. Likely some kind of odd "Jap Play" for some tax advantages or marketing purposes. Kidding, of course.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on February 12, 2019, 09:17:14 PM
Last night's dream was unusual for me in that it incorporated baseball.  I can't remember the last time I had baseball in a dream, either playing or watching -- maybe never, though what are the odds of that?
A few dreams ago, baseball figured again, don't remember how, but just noted this unusual trend in my dreams.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on February 13, 2019, 06:40:05 AM
You know you need to lose wt. when it starts figuring in your dreams.

2 d. ago I weighed 304#.  Lat night I dreamed I was with my old Ph.D. mentor in a lab looking at some autoradiograms he'd made of an electrophoresis gel.  The lane of interest appeared overloaded, so I had the idea of doing another autoradiogram of it, shorter exposure.  He passed around a few copies, putting 1 on a lab bench in front of him.  I leaned over w my hands on the bench top to look at it.  Apparently the bench top was cantilevered wood, because my wt. broke it.  I could even see a small triangular piece of painted wood flying off where it broke; my dreams can be very visually detailed in the dramatic parts.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on February 16, 2019, 07:49:18 PM
Last night the 3 Stooges made a guest appearance in my dream.  Moe & Shemp each punched an eye of Larry's simultaneously to knock him out.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on February 18, 2019, 09:50:13 PM
I entered a college stadium where a championship basketball game was taking place.  I made my way down to courtside just in time to see a player get hurt.  His ankle was sprained and the medical staff helped him off the court.  He was the last available player for my side's team and surprisingly, the coach and another player beseeched me to take the wounded athlete's place.  So I did.  I jogged right out to center court (in my street clothes) and played some college basketball.  Now, you might think that I would have made myself the star player, this being my dream and all, but really, I played kind of a support role.  I worked on collecting rebounds, passed the ball to other players so that they could take some good shots.  I did score a couple of baskets by taking some left layups.  So I did manage to help, in my own way, to win the game.

Everyone was celebrating as I began to walk out of the stadium, but the player who had asked me to play, stopped me and said that I had to be a part of the victory photo.  I told him that I really couldn't because I wasn't wearing a uniform.  He said that he had checked with a law student and that there was an item in the school's sport code that stated that it was all right for a person to pose in street clothes, if said person had assisted in a win. 

So there I was, standing near the top of a steep set of bleachers, having my picture taken with the other players.  A lady operating a big, old time box camera on a tripod, hollered for all of us to take one step forward and then kneel down on one knee.  My player friend got nervous and stated that we would fall.  I put an arm around his shoulders and knelt down.  The two of us tumbled down the bleachers to the floor but we landed right side up and the lady photographer got the picture that she wanted.   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: albrecht on February 20, 2019, 08:37:19 AM
Two Recent Weird Dreams:

1) A Very realistic and scary. I'm at a relative's house. Real place and it looked exactly as it really is. We are all having drinks and talking. Lots of relatives there, little kids running around, normal, fun time catching up with folks, etc. I'm sitting in a room off the kitchen and the glass doors to a veranda and then patio, the yard and to the right side is a patio and some steps through a Japanese garden down to the pool. Then some small hedges and then more acres of lawn. Anyway I'm sitting my back to the sliding glass window on a loveseat and people are sort of lined-up on each side sitting on chairs, couches, etc. Suddenly a weird feeling comes over me and it is like I get tunnel-vision. Nobody's face changes but it seems they are all looking at me and my perspective seems like I'm looking out from a mask (in other words dark circles around and then you see out of it versus normally when you see you don't see that your eyes are in sockets. Easiest comparison is wearing a mask or the gimmick in Halloween when you see from Myer's perspective.) They are still talking but I can't quite understand it. I see off in the corner of the room a second-cousin with a glass talking to someone and as I look he half-way turns and gives me an odd, knowing look. Not a wink but an odd smile. Finally someone claps my shoulder and rises and says "why don't we all go outside and enjoy the evening." Everyone rises and I feel normal and like the sound has returned. We go outside and I'm sitting on the veranda and there is a risen fire pit going and I see the children running around in the lawn with sparklers in distance.  I comment "they should be careful, they don't get burned" (there were some little kids out there also and older ones) but someone said "don't worry about it, they are wood." Then I look and they are lighting what seems like regular pine 1"x2" from the fire pits and running around with those. We watch for a bit. Then I turn back around and I see someone has put what looks like a bronze conch shell over the pit but it is cut in 1/2, so like a spiral slide and I see some relatives taking their recently born BABY up to the top of the slide! I say "wait, wait" (or something) and I hear a voice that says "don't worry, its always like that" and I turn around and on the upper patio (the house is split-level with several somewhat autonomous units for guests, staff (in older days) etc) and there is an older black couple sitting on one of those metal slider-rocker loveseats. He is black wearing a white linen suit, like one would see in the Tropic or Deep South and has a cane between his knees and hands clasped on it as he rocks. His wife (I guess) is just smiling, kindly, and is a white loose dress and fancy hat (almost like an Easter Bonnet.) I scream and dream ends. Very realistic and at points almost a Polanski or Kubrick direction.

2) Weird game show. @ShayP Hosted by Angela Landsbury! I can't quite figure it out but some kind of "who can last" game show involving vehicles. Strange and I can't quite understand what the challenge, or point was, but there were competing couples of people and different models of cars. The winner was a younger black and younger white guy. Not sure what the winning car was but something British, bright red, and 4 door. Late 60's vintage. Morris maybe? Anyway the contest did not involve racing or driving. Anyway they win and Angela gives them $600 cash she "says that is the most the law allows me." They divide it up and she asks what are they going to do? The white guy says "I'm gonna have a good time!" and the audience laughs (or was it a laugh track?) The black guy says "my momma told me not to go to bars, I'm going to buy books for school." Audience doesn't laugh (or no laugh track?) And Angela pats his hands and says "Well I think you are making a good choice, Arthur.) Suddenly, either I or it goes POV and we see the white guy (more later on who he is) is driving at speed in his car (new car?) and it is relatively modern times. I can tell the roads. He, or me(?), is out of control and misses a turn and is going wrong way on a ramp to a highway and has to do a bootlegger turn! Gets onto the highway but he (I?) almost hits a cop who begins chase. Then it goes to 3rd person view of chase which ends when he hits a median curb and starts to run. The cop gets out of his car and yells "stop!" Suspect doesn't and is shot in the back and crumples to the ground (in a manner of a 70's style cop show.) Cops runs up just as an older black lady (themes?) cradles him and says "is that you Johnnybaby" (like she helped raise him maybe?) and the cops says "Ma'am get away, he is shot and needs help" and she says "no, baby, all it takes is a silver cord" and some gospel songs plays and dream ends.
Searched the internet because I recognized the white kid but couldn't quite place him and also couldn't place the exact song but:
-The white guy ends up being a young Bo Hopkins!
-There are songs about "silver cords!"
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on February 20, 2019, 07:16:38 PM
One recent dream was sports-oriented, as many of my dreams are or at least include.  This time I was a participant in what used to be a 7-a-side rugby tournament.  However, participation had declined so much that this time, instead of 7s, they were playing 1-a-side.  I couldn't find my mouthguard when it was about my turn to play, tried to enter a bldg. to look for it, but the basement, where it was, was flooded up to the entrance.  So I'd play without it.  I was kicking off, figuring out how to do it in 1s.  Just figured I'd find an empty spot, kick to it, & run onto it.  Then I woke up & realized kicking off in 1s would be easy, but receiving, covering all that space, would be hard!

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My dreams also continue to have celebrity guest shots.  I was at a party, a fairly lavish affair where I didn't even know what was being celebrated.  I found out it was just an establishment that had a big spread of food every (?) night until 8:30 PM, then began a program of I know not what.  Anyway, I saw Jerry O'Connell, and said, "Jerry, hi, it's Robert Goodman.  [pause]  Remember me?"

Mr. O'Connell replied, "Sure.  Robert Goodman."  He explained that he "remembered me" from seconds earlier, when I'd introduced myself.  Then I realized my error.  "That's right, I forgot.  You're the poker buddy of Damon's I never met.  I was friendly with Damon Lindelof's father David."  That was the case IRL when Damon went to NYU.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on February 24, 2019, 10:07:32 AM
Hilarious last night.  I went across the hall from where I was working (probably teaching), and wound up in a classroom where a foreign language was being taught.  A student complained about the slow progress of the class; it was their 2nd meeting & they'd just finished student introductions.  The language they were learning was a very strange one, both in speech & writing.  I asked where this language was used.  The instructor said it was used by a minority in SE Asia.  How many speak it?  A student said, "About 40, all in this room."
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on February 25, 2019, 05:48:34 PM
Re foreign languages in my dreams, French is frequently featured.  I speak French in my dreams far more often than I do in waking life.  & it's not just the impression of reading, hearing, or saying stuff in French; I can usually remember afterward the specific things said or written.

Last night continued the sports orientation of my dreams.  I was watching Rugby League, which had instituted a very strange practice re scoring tries.  The player would land on the goal line w the ball, then slowly nudge it forward under himself while the referee counted slowly to 5.  I wanted to know how much of the ball had to be over the line to count, & that's where the French came in, because my exchange with the referee afterward was in French; I asked, "Quelle moitie s'exige?"; he answered, "La plupart de la balle."  No explanation of what happened if the player did it too quickly.

From there I went to a Disney park; in retrospect, maybe it was the one in France, duh!  I never think about that sort of thing while I'm dreaming, because people in my dreams just seem to use languages at random.  While I was there, a terrorist bombed the place, destroying most of the bldgs.  I missed the event, but someone immediately afterward showed me cell phone video she'd just recorded of the event.  I applauded, just loved it, but we had to evacuate.  Exit was via an amusement park tram that went up thru a steep winding tunnel w low clearance at various places -- like driving up a couple flights of staircase w a low ceiling, so we had to duck.

Then I prepared to play broomball.  I was using a push broom instead of a sweeping one.  In retrospect the one I had was probably meant for keeping goal.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on February 25, 2019, 07:50:36 PM
I was back in the past, in an old, seedy apartment that I once rented.  I heard a knock on the door and when I opened it, there stood Tony, a giant black guy that I knew fairly well back in those days.  I motioned him to step inside and make himself comfortable on the couch.  But he didn't sit down, instead, he gave me a big push and I landed flat on my back on the rug.  He raised a big balled fist and was ready to let me have it.

"Wait just a minute there, Tony," I said.  "What brought this on?"

"I been hearing that you've been saying disrespectful things about the boys in my band."  he said.

"What?  Why that's crazy, I've got nothing but respect for your bandmates," I tried to explain.  "Why just the other day I was playing some music by...whats his name?  You know...that guy with the close cropped gray hair and sunglasses?"

It surely didn't help my case that I couldn't remember the name of whoever it was that I was attempting to bring up.  Tony raised his fist higher and then he started to fall on me like a giant redwood tree that had just been sawed through.  Thankfully, I regained the strength and nimbleness that I had once possessed in my youth and by raising my feet into Tony's chest, I was able to kick him up and over me and he landed with a mighty crash to the floor.  I think he was knocked out, so I got up real quick and ran out of the apartment building.

I ran down a road and entered a familiar looking store.  It was a combination cafe and garden fountain store, ran by the politician Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, of all people.  We were good friends and after we exchanged some hugs, she asked if I wanted a table.  I told her no thanks, that I just wanted to hide out back in the fountain room.  She chuckled and said, OK. 

I walked down an aisle that seperated some lunch counter tables and sure enough, there was a room that had lots of garden fountains and sprinklers in it.  I stepped inside to find a disgruntled customer holding a bowl shaped fountain made out of cement.

"Where's the proprietor?" he asked.  "I bought this fountain earlier and when I got it home, it wouldn't work.  I want my money back!"

Just then, Alexandria walked in and she poured some water into the fountain.  A gurgling sound could be heard inside of it and then some fingers of water started to spring out of it like, what else...a minature fountain.  The customer carried it out of the store.

"Say, some of that water went into my mouth," I said.  "It was clean water, I hope?"

"Relatively clean," Ocasio-Cortez said with a teasing smile.   

     

     
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on February 27, 2019, 09:33:06 PM
Yesterday morning I awoke to the doorbell ringing: "Ding-dong...ding-dong, ding-dong."  That was odd, as we have no doorbell.  So I must've dreamed it.  Wasn't the 1st time, either, since I moved in here 2.5 yrs. ago.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on March 01, 2019, 06:16:14 PM
Lucky me.  I got to dream that I was a private eye, a dick, or a detective, whatever you want to call it.  You have heard of the term frustrated singer, so I guess that I'm a frustrated private detective because I can recall dreaming about being one on earlier occasions. 

I was hired by a lady to investigate the strange behavior of her eight year old son.  The kid had a problem with destroying property and attacking other kids.  The strange thing was that when he was caught doing something bad, he couldn't remember anything. He could only remember things before and after.  I told the mother that what we had here, was a case of demonic possession. 

"I could refer you to a priest," I lied to her because I needed the work, "But I think I can get the job done cheaper.  We could possibly have a rather cagey demon on our hands.  This is going to take a fair amount of preplanning." 

I think that I charged her somewhere around $5,000.00.

I walked  into a deserted alleyway and hid behind a trashcan.  The kid was standing there and the demon spirit floated in and was about to enter his body when I jumped out from behind the rubbish container.  Just like in the movie The Exorcist, the evil spirit saw me and entered my body.  I went crazy and started to attack the boy.  I pounded him with my fists.  I kicked him with my feet.  I picked up a tree limb and clobbered him with it.  He was pretty much reduced to a bloody pulp when the demon exited my body.  The demon had kind of a human form with the head of a snake.  It kind of hiss-talked to me.

"My work here is done," it said.  "And by the way, I have notified the police.  They will be here within minutes.  Try to explain this to them, sucker."

The evil spirit vanished in a puff of smoke and I was left alone in the alley.  Indeed, I was alone.  I walked over to the 'boy' and admired my handiwork.  I had stuffed the little department store mannequin with sawdust and motor oil.  It made for quite a mess there in the alleyway, but it had served its purpose.       
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on March 05, 2019, 04:06:56 PM
I dreamt that I was rich again last night.  I was at a big, fancy mountain resort and while I didn't physically dream about it, I was given a dream memory (within the dream) that I had been having a sexual liaison with a beautiful lady with long black hair.  The woman (whose name I can't recall) and I took off on a big motorcycle down a winding road.  I think that we were intent on heading to my house, but we hadn't made it halfway down the mountain when the motorcycle broke down.  I walked it off the side of the road and glanced around for a possible camping spot.  The trees were pretty thick thereabouts and I couldn't spot any open spaces to unroll a sleeping bag in.

It was beginning to grow dark when the headlights of an automobile appeared, coming down the road.  It pulled up besides us and I was surprised to see that it was the ghost of my grandfather, driving his old 1949 Hudson.  I greeted him, as if he were still alive, and told him that the woman and I were in a pickle and could he give us a ride?  He said sure, and had us get into the car.

We proceeded on down the road and came to a crossroads after awhile.  An arrow to the left pointed to the town of Harrisburg, and at the right, an arrow pointed to Monroe.  "Left or right?" Grandpa asked.

When you consider my great love for the town of Monroe, you would think that my choice would have been a forgone conclusion, but I actually paused to think.  Monroe would be nice but there wouldn't be anywhere to stay.  (I guess I had the memory that Grandpa's pool hall and the Monroe house were long gone.)  On the other hand, my aunt still lived in the super cool, red bricked, double storied house in Harrisburg, not far from the Willamette River, and we would have our choice of rooms to sleep in.  (Wrong.  If I had been awake I would have realized that she had been dead for twenty plus years.) 

"Harrisburg."  I said.

"Fine," Grandpa said.  "I'll take the long way home."

My lady friend and I fell asleep in the back of the car and when we awoke, we were in a bed, in a sun filled hotel room.  I went to a window and saw that we were up several floors.  I recognized the familiar main street of Monroe.

"Oh, this is cool," I told my lover.  "Come on, I'll show you around." 

We walked down onto the sidewalk and began to make our way to where the pool hall used to be.  A man appeared and I recognized him.  He was an old black fellow who used to work at the Monroe flour mill.  In fact, his clothes still looked as if he was still presently working there.

"Charlie!" I exclaimed.  "Remember me?  I used to watch you play pool at the pool hall."

Charlie looked thoughtful for a moment and said, "No.  A pool hall you say?  Hey, check this out.  I don't rightly understand it, but if I wave my arms fast enough, this happens..."

Charlie rapidly waved his arms up and down and he magically turned himself into a big bumble bee.



   

   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on March 07, 2019, 05:48:41 PM
A bus was taking me to prison, don't ask me why.  All I had to go by was a guard's casual remark.

"Guess you won't be doing that again, anytime soon." he had said.

The bus pulled to the side of the road and I was let out to stretch my legs.  Interestingly, I wasn't wearing any handcuffs or ankle chains or anything like that.  We were parked by a small house and a pretty blonde lady walked out of the front door to greet us.  She asked if I'd like to come inside and I looked at the guard.  He shrugged his shoulders and said that I was free to do anything I wanted, so I gladly entered the house with the lady. 

After we had enjoyed each others company, I walked back outside and entered the bus.  It resumed its journey to the prison and in the process, drove along a sprawling, shipping yard where a giant crane had lifted up a big load of wooden beams.  The load started to swing toward us just as we drove by and I thought for sure that it was going to crash into the bus.  It missed us though, and we were able to continue on to our destination. 
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on March 09, 2019, 07:29:34 AM
The bigger my prostate gets, the more often my dreams are set in bathrooms.  Like anything that might take place in a dream, in mine those occurrences will frequently be in a windowless, tiled room with really hard furniture and plumbing.  Last night it was the beginning of April and two friends of mine (one of them dead in waking life) were sitting on solid benches around a solid raised square "coffee table" sort of thing in a bathroom, and were circling in pencil the numbers of the players they wanted on their fantasy baseball team in copies of some quickly published stapled 'zine compilation of statistics.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on March 10, 2019, 07:08:00 PM
The bigger my prostate gets, the more often my dreams are set in bathrooms.
2 nights in a row!  This time I was in one of 2 circular bathtubs in a room in a home I was moving out of, scrubbing a ridiculously thick ring off the tub I was in; it was almost a brown railing!
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on March 11, 2019, 09:21:59 AM
Finally got out of the toilet last night.  I dreamed I was completing the move I'd started the night before.  Someone was helping me move furniture into my new home, but meanwhile he was using up all the contact fireworks I had -- caps that went bang when hit between hard objects, in this case furniture.  I often have fireworks in my dreams.

Then I saw a TV commercial for a local Mexican restaurant.  In it, the lady proprietor said, "[Owner of Competing Establishment -- may have been Eddie] stinks!"  They showed Eddie or whoever serving food in/from a horse-drawn wagon, and she continued, "The tacos taste like beer, the beer tastes like bananas, the bananas...taste like beer!"  Then she mock-swooned.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on March 11, 2019, 06:20:24 PM
I met with a past lover and we discussed how awesome it had been when we first fell in love.  It was definitely love at first sight.  Then we shared a chuckle when we realized that we had fallen out of love at last sight.  (So many, many years ago and yet I hadn't ever really thought about it until this dream.) 

We said our goodbyes and I walked into a pen full of big, black bears.  I kind of got the impression that it was a job because I was carrying a bucket of water.  I tried to project mental vibrations of peace and love at them.  The bears didn't attack me but I did get a little nervous when a couple of them started to chew on my pant legs.     
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on March 15, 2019, 09:11:54 PM
Tamsulosin has made a big difference from the 1st night!  Not only no more bathroom-themed dreams, but sleeping better & lower blood pressure.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: gateway on March 23, 2019, 04:11:15 PM
I'm on the nicotine patches at the moment she my dreams are bizarre. Lots of death related themes that I always survive. They can be quite frightening.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on March 28, 2019, 03:02:23 PM
I had this somewhat rambling dream several weeks ago but I think that I remember most of it.  It started out in a movie theatre.  I was sitting there with my date, (as played once again by the politician, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez) and another couple who were acquaintances of mine, at least the man was, because I knew his name.  (Roy Brown.  No recollection of this name in the real world.)

There was still some minutes before the show started and Roy got up to visit the snack bar.  He returned after awhile, holding a candy bar.  He turned into our row of seats and it was then that I noticed something strange.  There was a trail of paper currency on the main aisle.  I asked Roy if he had lost his money out of his wallet and after checking, he said no.

I jumped out of my seat and swooped up the money.  Even in the dim light I could see 100 and 1000 dollar bills in my hands.  It was quite a bundle of money, too.  I was momentarily rich, but Alexandria noted that somebody must have lost that money and that it would rightfully be theirs. 

Just then, a tall, gray haired man in a tuxedo approached me and asked if I had found some money laying about.  I was tempted to lie and say no, but my conscience got the better of me and I handed him the stack of bills.  He shook my hand (his hand had absolutely no warmth to it) called me an honest man and walked back up the aisle.

"Of course," Alexandria noted, "That man might have seen you pick up the money.  He might have been acting like he lost it."

I looked down at my hand and remembering the handshake, came to the realization that the guy hadn't been alive.  Roy and I ran up the aisle and entered the lobby.  We just caught a glimpse of the guy as he entered an elevator.  I just managed to get a hand in as the doors were closing and they bounced back open again.  We entered the elevator and the old man pushed the down button.  We went down, down, down, probably a couple of two or three thousand floors before the elevator stopped.  We got out and it looked as if we had entered the man's apartment.  There were plush chairs and sofas set about, and tables with lit candles standing atop them.

"You had no right to follow me down to my lodgings," he said.  "And you have made a horrible mistake in doing so."

I thought about the money and it made me mad.

"Oh yeah?" I said.  "Where do you get off playing around with me like that.  Making me think that I was rich and then tricking me to give all the money back to you?"

The conversation continued until it became clear to me that I was arguing with the devil. 

"I was testing you with this money," he snarled at me.  "If you had lied, and kept the money, then you would all have perished in a fiery automobile accident as you were driving home from the movie."

"Hey, Rikki," Roy finally said something.  "Lets get out of here man.  This is creepy."

"Well," I spoke to the devil.  "The least you can do is give us that money, for all the trouble you have put us through."

The devil was frustrated with me but surprisingly, he slammed the wad of money back into my hands.  "Take it," he said.  "But you'll be sorry!"

"No," I countered.  "I don't want your money.  I just wanted you to experience the gift of giving."

I walked over to one of the candles and touched the bundle of money to it.  There was a whoosh of flame and the money disappeared in a flash. 

"Next time, use something other than money for bait," I advised the devil.  "Say, like a loaf of bread or something."

Roy and I entered the elevator and went back up to the movie theatre. 

               

     
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: GravitySucks on March 28, 2019, 03:23:35 PM
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Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Dyna-X on March 29, 2019, 03:02:21 PM
I dreamed I had chipped a tooth. Upon opening my eyes hours later the first thing I did was run my tongue over the tooth damaged in the dream and was pleasantly surprised it was not damaged.

This one I don't think is metaphysical at all, I actually am really anxious about this. When I am eating and something sounds like it crunched the wrong way more a  "Krunchk" than a "crunshch", I have to stop and check. Last time this happened it was from a pizza crust shearing a filling off a molar like a glacier calving. Fortunately it was still under "warranty" from the dentist. I didn't even take any anesthetic to save time. They filed it, put on the new filling and burnished it. All in all it was about 30 minutes in and out the door.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: albrecht on March 31, 2019, 02:51:59 PM
I dreamed I had chipped a tooth. Upon opening my eyes hours later the first thing I did was run my tongue over the tooth damaged in the dream and was pleasantly surprised it was not damaged.

This one I don't think is metaphysical at all, I actually am really anxious about this. When I am eating and something sounds like it crunched the wrong way more a  "Krunchk" than a "crunshch", I have to stop and check. Last time this happened it was from a pizza crust shearing a filling off a molar like a glacier calving. Fortunately it was still under "warranty" from the dentist. I didn't even take any anesthetic to save time. They filed it, put on the new filling and burnished it. All in all it was about 30 minutes in and out the door.

Ha. A friend said he kept having dreams of "my teeth falling out" years ago. If you do a quick search this, along with the whole "naked in front of crowd "late to a test" etc, stuff is a VERY common dream. There are various theories behind it: ranges from studies attempting to link physical things (tooth grinding, dental problems) to the dream or the psychological ("things falling apart," some kind of anxiety, or even some positive sides like "trying to make a change.")
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: K_Dubb on March 31, 2019, 03:22:31 PM
Ha. A friend said he kept having dreams of "my teeth falling out" years ago. If you do a quick search this, along with the whole "naked in front of crowd "late to a test" etc, stuff is a VERY common dream. There are various theories behind it: ranges from studies attempting to link physical things (tooth grinding, dental problems) to the dream or the psychological ("things falling apart," some kind of anxiety, or even some positive sides like "trying to make a change.")

I've had that one, too.  People say it's fear of aging and decrepitude.  But, assuming dreams draw from a repertory of remembered or imagined experiences to construct their narratives, people's most recent experience usually dates to childhood.  And mine are of childhood tooth loss, with wiggling and stuff, not adult extractions at the dentist's.  But I've never had one of those, either, so who knows?
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Nucky Nolan on March 31, 2019, 03:49:12 PM
I had a weird dream last night. I was in my late teens or early twenties, and an ex girlfriend lifted and carried me around a backyard at night. I have no idea what this symbolizes. Maybe it symbolizes that I shouldn't eat junk food right before I go to bed.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: 26 horses on March 31, 2019, 03:52:23 PM
I dreamed I had chipped a tooth. Upon opening my eyes hours later the first thing I did was run my tongue over the tooth damaged in the dream and was pleasantly surprised it was not damaged.

Tooth dreams, especially ones where they get damaged, are said to be harbingers of some physical illness or malady ahead. I do hope the brevity of yours is a total false alarm. :-X

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This one I don't think is metaphysical at all, I actually am really anxious about this. When I am eating and something sounds like it crunched the wrong way more a  "Krunchk" than a "crunshch", I have to stop and check. Last time this happened it was from a pizza crust shearing a filling off a molar like a glacier calving. Fortunately it was still under "warranty" from the dentist. I didn't even take any anesthetic to save time. They filed it, put on the new filling and burnished it. All in all it was about 30 minutes in and out the door.

You are a tough cookie! :)
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: 26 horses on March 31, 2019, 03:54:10 PM
I had a weird dream last night. I was in my late teens or early twenties, and an ex girlfriend lifted and carried me around a backyard at night. I have no idea what this symbolizes. Maybe it symbolizes that I shouldn't eat junk food right before I go to bed.

I won't even hazard a guess on what that means, maybe some kind of mothering or nurturing thing? Hopefully she put you down gently. ;)
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Nucky Nolan on March 31, 2019, 04:03:06 PM
I won't even hazard a guess on what that means, maybe some kind of mothering or nurturing thing? Hopefully she put you down gently. ;)

Thanks for ruining the erotic fantasy.  ;) I think that I'll just watch when I eat my chips.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: 26 horses on April 01, 2019, 08:42:25 AM
Thanks for ruining the erotic fantasy.  ;) I think that I'll just watch when I eat my chips.

LOL!

A glass of milk wouldn't be a bad chaser - tryptophan and all. ;)
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Nucky Nolan on April 01, 2019, 04:31:12 PM
LOL!

A glass of milk wouldn't be a bad chaser - tryptophan and all. ;)

I get tryptophan from KFC. Colonel Sandman puts me to sleep.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on April 02, 2019, 05:05:30 PM
I had a quickie dream where I was sitting in an office (apparently mine) when several police officers brought in a handcuffed man. 

"We have captured the world's greatest villain," one of them told me.  "Everyone in the department wants to beat him up, so we thought he'd at least be safe in your office."

"Sure," I told them as they walked out of the room.

I looked the guy over as he sat in the chair.  He was mildly chubby and had red hair.  "Oh no,' I thought to myself.  "Here comes my impatience with red headed people again."

I could feel the anger rising up inside me.  I got up and unlocked his handcuffs.

"OK, you bastard," I snarled at him.  "Are you trying to escape?"

I made a fist with one of my hands and started to wallop him.  Bonk, bonk, bonk!  I was hitting him on the top of his head, over and over again.  When I finally stopped, I noticed that he really didn't look any different at all.  Still, I felt kind of relieved from having hit him all those times.   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on April 06, 2019, 05:28:36 AM
Last night I had a mean dream for Ostara.  I dreamed I was at a facility or institution where rabbits were bred, and I was shown a pregnant rabbit at term.  I was told that, as standard practice there, the bunnies would be cut out of the rabbit by Cesarean section, done as terminal surgery.  I asked what anesthetic would be used, and I was told none would be used.  I didn't stick around for the procedure.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Bart Ell on April 06, 2019, 06:17:11 AM
I made a fist with one of my hands and started to wallop him.  Bonk, bonk, bonk!  I was hitting him on the top of his head, over and over again.  When I finally stopped, I noticed that he really didn't look any different at all.  Still, I felt kind of relieved from having hit him all those times.

This is my favorite paragraph ever written on this site.

BONK BONK BONK
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Bart Ell on April 06, 2019, 02:03:44 PM
  "Oh no,' I thought to myself.  "Here comes my impatience with red headed people again."


And this is my favorite line.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: anniem on April 06, 2019, 02:06:10 PM
This is my favorite paragraph ever written on this site.

BONK BONK BONK

I especially liked the BONK BONK BONK part.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: anniem on April 06, 2019, 02:06:38 PM
And this is my favorite line.

I think he has met my sister in law.   ;)
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on April 06, 2019, 03:30:58 PM
Thank you, Bart and anniem.  I'm so glad that you like my dream writings.   I had a fun dream last night but I've got to do my taxes so it might take awhile to write it up, but I will do so eventually.  I think that you will like it.   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: anniem on April 06, 2019, 05:38:52 PM
Thank you, Bart and anniem.  I'm so glad that you like my dream writings.   I had a fun dream last night but I've got to do my taxes so it might take awhile to write it up, but I will do so eventually.  I think that you will like it.   

Taxes!  That would be a nightmare!
Looking forward to the write up. Meanwhile, I'll go back to page 1 and get caught up.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on April 24, 2019, 04:21:24 PM
This dream occurred several weeks back but I think that I have retained enough of it to make a dream post.  It involves a certain part of the male anatomy though, and I was wondering if I should let modesty prevent me from mentioning it, but then there wouldn't be a reason to describe the dream in the first place.  I want to be open about what I dream... ha, open.  Not sure if that's the best word to use.  How about forth coming?  No, that's worse.  Let it all hang out?  Oh well, let's just say that I can convey what I dream without having to draw a picture of it.  Anyway, the dream...

I had returned to a place that I once worked at.  It was a classified, top secret type of job and I was glad to be going back there because it payed well.  I walked into the reception room and was told that I would be getting a physical exam and an inoculation.  I was kind of taken aback because I thought that I'd be able to start right in working again, but fine, I'd do what they want.

I was told to walk through a certain door and when I did, I found myself standing outside.  There was a table and a chair, and an irrigation ditch full of muddy water.  A pretty nurse came walking up to me and she took my blood pressure.  She put a probe in my ear to check my temperature.  She asked me a number of health related questions.  She had me look up so that she could feel around my neck.  It was right at that moment that I got all dizzy and staggered backwards, right into the ditch.

Splash!  The water was about waist high but I managed to get myself fully immersed.  The nurse was helpful and offered me a hand.  She pulled me out of the dirty water. 

"Are you OK?"  she asked.

"Oh, no problem," I said while spurting out some water.  "Just a little wet, is all."

"Don't worry about it,"  the nurse said.  "That happens more often than you would think."

The nurse produced a syringe with needle and said that it was time for my shot.  I unbuttoned the sleeve of my wet shirt and pulled it up my arm.

"No, not there,"  The nurse said with a chuckle.  "Further down."

"Oh,"  I said.

I was kind of surprised, but oh well.  I turned my back to her and lowered my pants and underwear.

"Wrong side,"  she said.

"Oh!"

I turned around and sat down on the solitary chair.  I asked her if it mattered that I was getting a shot while being covered with dirty ditch water but she said no.

She held up the syringe with needle and walked towards me.  I didn't know whether to look, or close my eyes.       
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on April 25, 2019, 05:38:21 AM
Night before last I dreamed I was making a TV show.  We played an emergency medical team of about 4 people in a multi-purpose building that was part hospital, part other business, part hotel.  Our leader resembled William Petersen on CSI in appearance and delivery.  It seemed to be a comedy about a team that avoided any and all work.  Whatever the emergency, our leader guided and taught us to stay out of it -- which often involved hiding against the walls, in alcoves or elevators, along with our crash cart.  He always had an excuse for us.  One time it was that if we attended to this emergency, we'd be too occupied to attend to a more serious one.  Another, it was that he recognized by a green lesion in the patient -- we all saw it, once again demonstrating that dreams are in color whenever they need to be (probably all the time to give the appearance of reality) -- that if we worked on hir, we would all catch that disease and then be useless to the facility for some time.

Then he dispersed us, the better to hide.  I wound up in a room where a black male athlete was making a commercial for a bath product.  But instead of a normal bathtub, this one was like a pool with one sloping end that one could wade into, which I did.  At this point and for the rest of the dream I was naked.  The endorser passed up adding some liquid to the water and instead stood outside the tub and put in some powder which I understood to be sodium lauryl sulfoacetate that was on display in a cup.  Then I got out of the water, dried off, and left the building, still naked.

I turned out to be in midtown Manhattan and looked for how to get home.  But I couldn't remember where home was.  I entered Grand Central Station before I realized the futility of the situation.  At this point I put 2 and 2 together: naked on the street, trying to get home -- yeah, I'm dreaming.  But if I'm dreaming, then I don't need to go anywhere in particular, and I just decided to wander wherever I felt like, heedless of my nudity or other matters of manners.  A child wanted to cross the street, I told him just to follow me, heedless of the heavy traffic in both directions; it stopped for us.  On the other side of the street I approached from behind some brown-costumed performers of a dance.  I shoulder-charged some woman among them, and she apologized to me.  I went into the building they were facing, and joined a party where people were drinking a toast; I drank with them.  These people and the dancers were of some unspecified eastern or central European ethnicity.

Then I left the table and went back to the other side of the street.  At some point I think I gave someone a wrestling lesson.  Then I decided to brush my teeth.  I manifested a toothbrush and then came upon a water dispenser in the side of a building.  It accepted coins as donations -- might've been holy water -- but I didn't put any in, just used the water to wet my brush.  After brushing my teeth, I told those around me that since I was dreaming, to dispose of my toothbrush I'd just throw it into the air and it'd disappear.  To my chagrin, it came down and landed on the street.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on April 27, 2019, 09:29:31 PM
I was standing with a large assemblage of people inside of some type of convention center.  After engaging a man in some polite conversation, I came to learn that we were all customers of a certain well known, online stock brokerage company.  The company was holding a big banquet for us, in appreciation of our business.  I no sooner digested those bits of information when somebody walked up to me and said that I was wanted up on the stage.  I asked why, and was told that I was one of the top five stock pickers for last year and that I was to give a speech.  I was directed to a hallway that looked like a subway tunnel with no tracks.  Just go down to the end of the hall, I was directed, and I would enter the back of the stage.

I started to walk down the hall but I became so full of zeal over my accomplishment that I started to run.  I raised my arms up and shouted "Wahoo!"  I seem to recall that there were people on both sides of the hallway, cheering me on.

I got to the end of the hall and sure enough, there was the back stage area.  A group of men were standing behind the curtain, waiting for it to open.  "Ahhh,"  I thought to myself.  "There are the other four stock picking champions."  But wait a second, I looked again and saw five men standing there.  I hurriedly approached a man walking about with a clipboard in hand and asked about my presence on the stage.

"Name?"  He asked.

"Gins.  Rikki Gins,"  I said.

He looked at the list on the clipboard and said "Well I'm sorry sir, but I don't see your name here.  And besides, we've got the five top stock pickers standing right there, waiting to go onstage."

I walked further backstage with a feeling of great disappointment.  In fact, I got to feeling so utterly depressed over things, that I fell out of the dream and woke up.       
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on April 29, 2019, 11:53:36 AM
I had a touch of dream paralysis while falling asleep last night.  I was walking through a black void when all at once, there was a blinding flash of light that entered my eyes and shot directly into my brain.  I tried to say, "Somebody took my picture."  But when I tried to say it, my vocal chords were frozen.  Then, my body became rigid and I started to topple over like a statue.  Thankfully, some invisible dream beings were nice enough to catch me before I struck the ground. 
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: ShayP on April 29, 2019, 07:42:54 PM
Two Recent Weird Dreams:

2) Weird game show. @ShayP Hosted by Angela Landsbury!...


@albrecht Man, you're killing me.  LOL!!!!
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: ShayP on April 29, 2019, 07:56:08 PM
A few nights ago I had a dream that involved the Bee Gees.  The details are sketchy but I recall that I met them somewhere and I ended going back to a studio to watch them do a track.  It was "I Started a Joke."  I recall sitting in a dark room next to the brothers while Robin sang the song behind the glass.  While he was singing I said "I heard this before."  The brothers shot me down and said I couldn't have.  Next they were hungry.  I suggested getting some hoagies or "something."  They seemed puzzled.
So I said "Subs! Sandwiches!."  Then menus were in our hands.  All of us except for Maurice ordered Italian.  He ordered Steak & Cheese.  I received the order and Barry paid.  I looked down at the sandwiches wrapped in white paper with our names on what we ordered.   We ate them and Barry said we had to go to a hardware store.  I asked why?  Then we ended up in a store I remember from my childhood in Pittsburgh.  It was called Keystone Plumbing.  The Bee Gees bought 3 brooms and a toilet brush.  The brooms were of the straw type and I recommended the toilet brush to Barry.  He seemed pleased.

The end.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on April 29, 2019, 08:32:19 PM
A few nights ago I had a dream that involved the Bee Gees.  The details are sketchy but I recall that I met them somewhere and I ended going back to a studio to watch them do a track.  It was "I Started a Joke."  I recall sitting in a dark room next to the brothers while Robin sang the song behind the glass.  While he was singing I said "I heard this before."  The brothers shot me down and said I couldn't have.  Next they were hungry.  I suggested getting some hoagies or "something."  They seemed puzzled.
So I said "Subs! Sandwiches!."  Then menus were in our hands.  All of us except for Maurice ordered Italian.  He ordered Steak & Cheese.  I received the order and Barry paid.  I looked down at the sandwiches wrapped in white paper with our names on what we ordered.   We ate them and Barry said we had to go to a hardware store.  I asked why?  Then we ended up in a store I remember from my childhood in Pittsburgh.  It was called Keystone Plumbing.  The Bee Gees bought 3 brooms and a toilet brush.  The brooms were of the straw type and I recommended the toilet brush to Barry.  He seemed pleased.

The end.

Now that is one hell of a cool dream there, Shay.  Keep 'em coming.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on May 01, 2019, 09:16:35 AM
Now that is one hell of a cool dream there, Shay.  Keep 'em coming.
What am I, chopped liver?  You inspired me to recall one from last week that I was too busy to write down.

I was with the cast of Seinfeld in an informal restaurant.  They were straggling in, and the dining room seemed to grow to accommodate them as they came -- or at least I became aware of more tables when they were needed.  One end overlooked an atrium.  I recognized Wayne Knight at the next table even though his back was to me.  Then in came 2 young black ladies, acquaintance of each other, to sit opposite me and someone else.  One of this pair looked perfectly normal -- quite attractive, really -- but the other had a nose almost as big as the rest of her head.  The nose was shaped halfway between a bowling pin and a floodlamp, and her nostrils were facing frontward on the fat part of it.  I tried not to say anything about it.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on May 01, 2019, 01:29:04 PM
What am I, chopped liver?  You inspired me to recall one from last week that I was too busy to write down.

I was with the cast of Seinfeld in an informal restaurant.  They were straggling in, and the dining room seemed to grow to accommodate them as they came -- or at least I became aware of more tables when they were needed.  One end overlooked an atrium.  I recognized Wayne Knight at the next table even though his back was to me.  Then in came 2 young black ladies, acquaintance of each other, to sit opposite me and someone else.  One of this pair looked perfectly normal -- quite attractive, really -- but the other had a nose almost as big as the rest of her head.  The nose was shaped halfway between a bowling pin and a floodlamp, and her nostrils were facing frontward on the fat part of it.  I tried not to say anything about it.

Your dream has people that I'm not acquainted with because I stopped watching comedy shows a long time ago.  Shay's dream had the Bee Gees in it and I could easily visualize them because they were from my generation.  The Bee Gees buying cleaning supplies was killer.  But don't get me wrong, your dream was very good.  I liked how the personalities in it were upstaged by a horrendously large nose.  Definitely not chopped liver.   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on May 02, 2019, 04:31:27 AM
Last night I dreamed about 3 things that were so disjointed I don't remember the order I dreamed them in.

One was a black lady who tried to convince me losing weight was easy because we could just substitute low-cal or no-cal foods for whatever we were eating.  So she gave me some of her stuff, which literally substituted leather for the meat and I-don't-know-what (maybe a cellulose derivative) for the starch.  I told her I was afraid that they would congeal in my digestive tract.  The stuff tasted OK, but sure enough as I chewed it the leather came together in an insoluble lump in my mouth, so although I swallowed it I didn't take any more.  She seemed to have no trouble with it, though.

Another thing was making some fireworks.  I dreamed that I resumed making stuff in a shop that was then occupied by several amateurs at different tables.  I found the materials I'd been working with some time before, pushed some away from the edge of the bench where it'd threatened to fall on the floor, and proceeded to construct 3 diffferent items.  I remember one of them had metal-fueled green micro stars that, in my dream memory, burned rather pale.  I didn't get to see how they performed in the dream, but I gathered that we were going upstate in New York to shoot them, as in my days in the Catskill Mountain Pyrotechnics Association.

The other thing was my being with someone preparing for the Medical College Admissions Test.  I viewed a sample exam he was taking.  Part of it was entirely subjective, having the test taker fill out short essays on 5 or 6 specified subjects.  A couple of them were literally sexy, and I couldn't figure out what angle they were looking to grade them on.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on May 05, 2019, 08:59:40 PM
I was with a group of people, sitting around in someone's living room and we were discussing the topics of the day, I'm guessing, because I have no recollection of what we were talking about.  This dream would have been totally not worth remembering except for two things.  First, I actually knew the name of one of the people there.  Her name was Laura and she was heavy with child.  Secondly, a wild eyed woman burst through a door and she had a gun in her hand. 

"I'll shoot anyone who makes a move!"  she shouted.

As if to underscore her threat, she pointed the gun at Laura and I could have sworn that she was beginning to squeeze the trigger.  I hastily materialized a gun in my pocket.  I pulled it out and shot the lady, just in the nick of time.

I had some more dreams but the pollen was getting to me and I had trouble breathing.  It was interesting though because my brain kept coming up with dreams that were designed to wake me up so that I could breathe. 

I had entered a store when a long ago co-worker that I used to know greeted me as I walked in.  We were reminiscing when all at once he jumped up and grabbed the top of the entrance door. 

"Remember how we used to do this for laughs?" he asked me.

I didn't have time to answer because he was a big guy and the door got all loose and was in danger of falling over.  A door alarm started to go off.  I was shocked awake.

I was driving in a car and came to a wide, four way intersection with no stoplights and no signs.  But it was cool, because I was going straight across and there was no traffic to my left or right.  So I started to proceed across the intersection when I noticed that cars were headed towards me, in both lanes.  I hit the brakes and was shocked awake.

I was in a car again and was having trouble understanding where I was going.  I came upon some backed up traffic so I pulled onto a dirt road thinking that it would serve as a detour to wherever it was that I was headed.  All at once I was surrounded by dump trucks that were dropping loads of sand everywhere.  I kept driving all around, trying to find an exit but all I could see were trucks, construction crews and poured cement everywhere.  I drove up a hill and all I saw for miles around was a massive construction project.  Thousands of workers, and lots of trucks and construction equipment, as far as the eye could see.  It was a magnificent sight, but still, I was shocked awake.     
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on May 08, 2019, 10:16:05 PM
This dream would have been totally not worth remembering except for two things.  First, I actually knew the name of one of the people there.
Is it unusual in your dreams to not know people's names?  Or is it unusual only in your knowing their name in the dream but not knowing them in waking life?
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on May 09, 2019, 12:21:50 AM
Is it unusual in your dreams to not know people's names?  Or is it unusual only in your knowing their name in the dream but not knowing them in waking life?

Yes, I found it unusual that I knew Laura's name in the dream, but had never met her, or seen her anywhere in the physical world.  Most of the time I don't know the names of people in my dreams but every so often a name does pop up, and I guess that's what makes it noticeable. 
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on May 11, 2019, 01:43:51 PM
I had a dream right out of the blue that we were engaged in a nuclear war with Russia.  I didn't see any bombs go off, or mushroom clouds though, because a large, open bed truck stopped by to pick me up.  It was full of men who were yelling at me to hurry and climb into the back because the bombs were about to be dropped at any time. 

We were driven high into the mountains and it was very cold and snowy.  The outer parts of our clothes were turning to ice.  We struggled to pitch an 'air tent' and just before we completed the job, a large flying wing type of aircraft flew overhead.  We debated as to whether we should contact it or not.  It could have been an enemy plane after all.  But then, what did we have to loose?  We didn't have any food or water and we were freezing to death anyway, so we radioed the aircraft about our presence.

We were happy to find out that it was a friendly craft.  The giant wing hovered over us and a number of ropes were lowered down.  We tied the ropes around ourselves and were hoisted up into the plane.  I undid my rope and went forward to the cockpit where I was surprised to see that the pilot was a robot.  I watched as he flew the plane upward and into a giant blimp shaped structure that covered much of the sky.

What's that?" I asked.

"An ark," the robot answered.

The robot pilot went on to explain that the ark would circle our planet for many years until the levels of radioactivity were adequately reduced. 

"But not to worry,"  he said.  "There are more than enough supplies on board.  Plenty of food and water to last until you will be lowered back down to the earth."

The robot got up and took me to the dining area where there were long tables lined up.  Survivors of the nuclear war were sitting at them, eating food.  He took me into a massive kitchen where there were big pots of simmering soup consisting of beans, onions, rice and various meats.

I took a large bowel and ladled myself out a big helping of bean and ham soup.  I carried it to one of those long tables.   
         
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: ShayP on May 11, 2019, 02:32:10 PM
...I took a large bowel and ladled myself out a big helping of bean and ham soup... 

@Rikki Gins   Taking a large bowl of that soup will definitely give you a large bowel for a short period of time.   ;)  ;D

Didn't seem like a pleasant dream Rikki even though you were saved.   :-\   Plus it probably gave you gas.  :D

Funny enough...I made bean and ham soup yesterday and consumed quite a bit.  I am suffering the consequences.   :-[

Cheers sir!  8)
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on May 11, 2019, 04:14:36 PM
@Rikki Gins   Taking a large bowl of that soup will definitely give you a large bowel for a short period of time.   ;)  ;D

Didn't seem like a pleasant dream Rikki even though you were saved.   :-\   Plus it probably gave you gas.  :D

Funny enough...I made bean and ham soup yesterday and consumed quite a bit.  I am suffering the consequences.   :-[

Cheers sir!  8)

Thanks, Shay.  I made the mistake of sounding that word out in my head and there it is.  I should have caught it, after all it's bowling, not boweling, which sounds kind of painful.  I've read that radiation from a nuclear war will hang around for thousands, if not millions of years.  I wonder what the robot meant by 'many'?  Perhaps they have some type of spray cleanser that can get the job done in like one hundred years or so?

Cheers, Shay! 
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: GravitySucks on May 11, 2019, 04:32:27 PM
Thanks, Shay.  I made the mistake of sounding that word out in my head and there it is.  I should have caught it, after all it's bowling, not boweling, which sounds kind of painful.  I've read that radiation from a nuclear war will hang around for thousands, if not millions of years.  I wonder what the robot meant by 'many'?  Perhaps they have some type of spray cleanser that can get the job done in like one hundred years or so?

Cheers, Shay!

Radiation hangs around but it is all about half-life and type of fallout. People live in the areas were the bombs were dropped on Nagasaki and Hiroshima.

In a full blown nuclear war I doubt if half-lives will matter. It will be an extinction event.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on May 11, 2019, 09:07:58 PM
Radiation hangs around but it is all about half-life and type of fallout. People live in the areas were the bombs were dropped on Nagasaki and Hiroshima.

In a full blown nuclear war I doubt if half-lives will matter. It will be an extinction event.

Except for those lucky ones aboard the ark.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: GravitySucks on May 11, 2019, 09:32:39 PM
Except for those lucky ones aboard the ark.

There is a show called “The 100” about earthlings trapped on a consolidated space station and their attempt to recolonize the earth 70 years after it was destroyed by an AI that trigger total nuclear annihilation using nuclear weapons. The first 4 seasons were ok. I didn’t like the 5th season as much and the 6th season really changed the story arc and I didn’t much care for it, but I haven’t finished it yet. . It has been renewed for a 7th season. I am interested to see how they develop the story based on where they took it in Season 6.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on May 12, 2019, 12:11:27 PM
Yes, I found it unusual that I knew Laura's name in the dream, but had never met her, or seen her anywhere in the physical world.  Most of the time I don't know the names of people in my dreams
You mean you dream mostly of people unknown to you from the waking world?  Very interesting, because I dream mostly about people I know personally from waking life, plus some public figures.  Sometimes someone's a composite of some two I know.  When I dream of strangers who aren't merely "extras" in a crowd or in small supporting roles, that's very interesting to me, especially when it's a lady I'd like to meet.

Or are they people you know from awake life, but forget the names of in dreams?  That's happened to me in dreams, but happens a lot when I'm awake too.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on May 12, 2019, 12:52:17 PM
I've had a few nuclear war dreams.  Strife all around me, but I'm always just fine, not even ruffled feathers, albeit sometimes requiring relocation and/or a slight inconvenience.

Last night I was alone in the lab where I last taught, cleaning up by putting away glassware and temporarily removing a piece of equipment from the hood and replacing it there.  On the way out I met Dr. Love (department head) and, realizing I should not have been there, explained that I must've sleepwalked there after stopping at the previous place I'd taught.  But before he could respond, I was saying, "But you don't remember that, because I just dreamed it, didn't I?"  And the room changed a bit as I "woke up" and saw Dr. Love again -- this time talking to another faculty member in the hallway -- and started to explain again that I'd been dreaming, before realizing I was still dreaming, because how could I have walked so far?  Well, that's OK, I've walked here before...no, wait, I only dreamed that I'd done that before.  I realized the geography of the two schools (plus my being back at my previous home) and even the weather were screwed up, and I "woke up" again.  I lost count of how many times I did this, dreams nested inside similar dreams.  Then I realized I needed to use the bathroom...or was I just dreaming such a need?  I decided that because of the possible consequences that I had nothing to lose and could only gain by waking up, so I did, this time for real...and immediately had to go to the bathroom.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: ShayP on May 12, 2019, 06:39:48 PM
You mean you dream mostly of people unknown to you from the waking world?  Very interesting, because I dream mostly about people I know personally from waking life, plus some public figures.  Sometimes someone's a composite of some two I know.  When I dream of strangers who aren't merely "extras" in a crowd or in small supporting roles, that's very interesting to me, especially when it's a lady I'd like to meet.

Or are they people you know from awake life, but forget the names of in dreams?  That's happened to me in dreams, but happens a lot when I'm awake too.

@Robert   Do you have dreams where the person you know doesn't look like the person you see in a dream?  For instance, I had a dream where my Mom was in it BUT as the dream progressed another person was my Mom.  Initially I saw my real Mom's image but as the dream progressed she didn't look anything like herself but the "dream me" seemed comfortable with that.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: ShayP on May 12, 2019, 06:47:04 PM
This is just a fragment of a dream but it's the only thing I can recall.  When I used toilet paper the roll would turn into tar paper.  The kind you would line a roof with before installing shingles.  It was brought to my attention in the dream and when I doubted the accuser I'd look in the bathroom and it was a roll of tar paper that looked wet, but it was normal before I used the bathroom.

The main concern for me is why am I dreaming of such things.  It really makes no sense.

Seriously.  :-\
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Walks_At_Night on May 12, 2019, 07:50:11 PM
This is just a fragment of a dream but it's the only thing I can recall.  When I used toilet paper the roll would turn into tar paper.  The kind you would line a roof with before installing shingles.  It was brought to my attention in the dream and when I doubted the accuser I'd look in the bathroom and it was a roll of tar paper that looked wet, but it was normal before I used the bathroom.

The main concern for me is why am I dreaming of such things.  It really makes no sense.

Seriously.  :-\

Time to get the ladder out and take a little looksie at that roof Buddy.

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Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on May 12, 2019, 09:55:19 PM
@Robert   Do you have dreams where the person you know doesn't look like the person you see in a dream?  For instance, I had a dream where my Mom was in it BUT as the dream progressed another person was my Mom.  Initially I saw my real Mom's image but as the dream progressed she didn't look anything like herself but the "dream me" seemed comfortable with that.
I have dreams where that general type of identity-not-pinned-down thing happens.  Usually I'll just describe it as a composite character.  Like for instance someone who has some characteristics of someone I know, and someone I don't -- characteristics such as name.

Or instead of people they'll be places with similar mixtures of things about them.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on May 13, 2019, 12:49:59 AM
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Post by: FISH on May 13, 2019, 06:49:08 AM


Rest in Peace, Miss Day.
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Post by: Rikki Gins on May 13, 2019, 11:44:05 AM
Rest in Peace, Miss Day.

Yes, rest in peace, Doris.  What a great voice.  I'd like to know exactly what hour she passed because I posted the music video at 12:49 am, Pacific time, not knowing that she had, or was about to, die.  One of life's little coincidences, I guess.     
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Post by: Bart Ell on May 13, 2019, 11:50:56 AM
One of life's little coincidences, I guess.   

OR IS IT?

She died early this morning.

THIS IS SOME FANTASTIC WOO!

Can I make a request for the next person you post a video of?
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Post by: Rikki Gins on May 13, 2019, 12:20:41 PM
OR IS IT?

She died early this morning.

THIS IS SOME FANTASTIC WOO!

Can I make a request for the next person you post a video of?

Ha ha, by all means, Bart.  I wish I could say that I saw Doris in a dream last night but sadly, no.  I did dream about a time traveling elevator, though.
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Post by: Robert on May 13, 2019, 12:31:08 PM
Yes, rest in peace, Doris.  What a great voice.  I'd like to know exactly what hour she passed because I posted the music video at 12:49 am, Pacific time, not knowing that she had, or was about to, die.  One of life's little coincidences, I guess.
Beats mine.  For no reason I could remember, I was thinking yesterday that I couldn't remember hearing of her death, so I was guessing she was still alive.  Guess I was right.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on May 13, 2019, 12:58:03 PM
Last night I dreamed that I was one of about 20 people in a large conference room, passing around brochures of people campaigning for president of the USA.  They'd each been printed by their own campaigns, so they were on different paper with different size print, etc.  Donald Trump was next to me at one point, but people were moving around the room carrying the brochures from table to table, as there weren't enough copies for each of us -- seemed like there was just one specimen from each candidate.  Since Trump was there, I inferred that either we were all running for president and had agreed to show each other our flyers, or that I was there advising one of them.  I don't remember seeing my own leaflet, so I was probably an adviser rather than a candidate, and it seemed I was advising Trump, because at one point he was sitting on a podium and I advised him on immigration enforcement that no more than 10% should be spent on a physical barrier, and the rest deployed against illegal employment.

Later I dreamed that I was driving, having a little trouble finding my way out of a border city -- which border I don't know -- and then onto a long 2-lane highway, mostly downhill, like a wide portion of US 206 here where it switches back along a slope, except it was near the sea coast in the dream.  A common theme of my dreams is tricky travel: difficulty of any of various sorts in getting from place to place by any means.
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Post by: Sofia on May 14, 2019, 01:31:38 AM
Last night I had a mean dream for Ostara.  I dreamed I was at a facility or institution where rabbits were bred, and I was shown a pregnant rabbit at term.  I was told that, as standard practice there, the bunnies would be cut out of the rabbit by Cesarean section, done as terminal surgery.  I asked what anesthetic would be used, and I was told none would be used.  I didn't stick around for the procedure.
When I keep a soft light on, for some reason the visuals in my dreams are much reduced.  Rotating lights work even better, like the little 2" ones from discount stores that had multi-colored LEDS.  Or those pins some people wear that have rotating little sparkle LEDS.  I just set one of those roses or butterflies near my pillow and every time the LED color changes, I lose more focus in the dream visuals.  20% of the light from a room enters closed eyelids.  If you ever have overly vivid dreams, you can use light to soften their impact.
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Post by: Rikki Gins on May 15, 2019, 01:55:30 PM
I traveled via rocket ship to a distant ocean planet in order to film an interesting rock formation.  To be more precise, it was a jagged rock pathway of sorts.  I'd say about 6 feet wide and it stretched across the ocean for as far as my eyes could see. 

I put the ship on hover mode and lowered myself down to the formation.  It was no easy task in keeping my footing because the rocks were slippery and there were numerous holes where the sea water would shoot up like powerful geysers.  It was a green colored sea, by the way.

I took out my camera and got some good footage for the scientists back on earth to pour over.  Some waves crested over the rock path and swirled around my ankles.  It seemed as if they were trying to grab me and pull me into the swirling sea, which just happened to be full of nasty looking shark like creatures with long sharp teeth..  In fact, I very nearly lost my balance a couple of times and once, I almost blacked out and even cried out to the base on Earth about my predicament.  Ha, a lot of good that would have done, with me being millions of light years away. 

I managed to compose myself, though, and I finished  filming the odd rock formation.  I took one last look at it before floating up to my ship.  It would be a horrible experience, I thought to myself, to be stuck on such a desolate world.  I couldn't picture myself successfully walking to the end of that hellish, rock walkway.

I made it back to earth and dropped my film off at the base.  I walked out of the science building and noticed some people playing tennis.  One of the balls came rolling up to me so I swooped it up and tossed it back to them.  They all scattered away from it as if it were the plague.  At first I couldn't figure out why, but then it came to me that they were probably worried that I was carrying some type of space contamination or something.   
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Robert on May 18, 2019, 11:08:08 AM
I took out my camera and got some good footage for the scientists back on earth to pour over.
"Pore".  However, given the liquid surroundings in the dream, a pun would be in order.
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I made it back to earth and dropped my film off at the base.  I walked out of the science building and noticed some people playing tennis.  One of the balls came rolling up to me so I swooped it up and tossed it back to them.  They all scattered away from it as if it were the plague.  At first I couldn't figure out why, but then it came to me that they were probably worried that I was carrying some type of space contamination or something.
Inferences like that tend to come to me as I'm waking up, or even after I've been up and thinking about the dream a while.

Sorry I haven't logged my past several dreams.  They're often entertaining enough to keep in my head a day or so, but only rarely for much longer, and usually not even as long as that.  It's a good deal of work to transcribe them, because they're so disorganized in my head and often include vague impressions.  Jesse Reklaw (not the writer Jesse Walker I know -- at least he disclaims it and it's a common name) takes e-mailed dream accounts and turns them into the comic strip Slow Wave, though I haven't even looked there for a while.  Your accounts are more interesting than mine, but I don't know if that's because of how you dream or how you write.
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on May 18, 2019, 01:24:42 PM
"Pore".  However, given the liquid surroundings in the dream, a pun would be in order.Inferences like that tend to come to me as I'm waking up, or even after I've been up and thinking about the dream a while.

Sorry I haven't logged my past several dreams.  They're often entertaining enough to keep in my head a day or so, but only rarely for much longer, and usually not even as long as that.  It's a good deal of work to transcribe them, because they're so disorganized in my head and often include vague impressions.  Jesse Reklaw (not the writer Jesse Walker I know -- at least he disclaims it and it's a common name) takes e-mailed dream accounts and turns them into the comic strip Slow Wave, though I haven't even looked there for a while.  Your accounts are more interesting than mine, but I don't know if that's because of how you dream or how you write.

Thanks, Robert.  I have always ('alwayse' is how I see this word in my head) been an atrocious speller.  Also, not the best at punctuation, you are probably seeing lots of comas where they don't belong.  In an earlier dream it was a bowel, and in this one pour.  I should have checked on it.  I would have seen 'a scholar poring over a rare old manuscript.'  Also, I kind of get in a hurry to describe the dream before I forget it.  Which accounts for my style of writing.  Rapid fire, stream of thought with descriptive words thrown in ad nauseum.  (Spell check caught my misspelling of nauseum.)  Come to think of it, that's kind of how I dream, too. 
Title: Re: Dream Stuff
Post by: Rikki Gins on May 22, 2019, 08:45:52 PM
 I had an enjoyable Monroe, Oregon dream last night.  I was about a block up from Grandpa's pool hall and 'up' is an apt description because anybody walking in a westerly direction in Monroe will be walking up a slight slope.  (The main street in Monroe (Fifth Street) that runs north and south and borders the Long Tom River, is level.)

I came upon a very old man who was slouched up against a light pole.  Oh fun,  I thought to myself.  This could be a person who might have actually visited the pool hall.

I walked up to him and said, "Excuse me for asking sir, but are you from around these parts?"

"I've come and gone." he answered.

"Oh, I see." I said.  "I was just curious if you ever visited the old pool hall that used to sit down there at the corner of Orchard and Fifth Street."

Hibby's?" he asked.  "Sure, I've been there lots of time.  Why, I was there one afternoon when Hef stopped by.  He was trying to find places that would sell his magazine."

"Hef, as in Hefner?"  I asked.

The old man didn't answer me.  He pointed up the street and asked what I thought of the train depot.  I looked to where he was pointing and saw a glowing, golden rendition of the old train depot that used to sit behind my grandparent's house.    (https://ellgab.com/index.php?topic=91.msg96205#msg96205)  It looked bigger though, like a sprawling mansion and it must have covered about four full sized lots.

"Wow." I said.  "Where did that building come from?"

"It was always there," the old man answered.

"But what about the depot that was down by the tracks?" I asked.  "The one behind Hibby's house?"

"Oh, the little one." he said.  "That small depot was just a segment of the big one.  They just sliced her off one day and moved her on down the hill.  Long, long time ago.  Way back in the 1930s."

Well, it made sense to me at the time because I was dreaming.  It didn't occur to me that there was never any set of railroad tracks up there on the hillside.