Really weird dream about Lit

[OnlyByMoonlight]

So I had this crazy dream last night. I dreamed that my family found out that I write here and read everything and then sat me down with this counselor and proceeded to tell me how my writing here shows that there is something wrong with me (I live in the middle of the Bible Belt). They were trying to lock me up in a hospital. I got really upset and I actually woke up crying!

It was just so odd I thought I would share.

 

[3113]

It was just so odd I thought I would share.

That's not about Lit! That's about your family! Next time dream that we all come charging in to save you and after a magnificent battle where we each get to display our special superpower, we are victorious. Rescuing you and razing the hospital. That's a worthy dream about Lit.

 

[YoursSINSerely]

I have consulted one of my three dream books:
"Crying: If you weep in your sleep you will have reason to smile when you are awake."

They forgot a comma.

Usually speaking, anything bad in a dream ends up have a good meaning and visa versa. My advice to you: Don't ever dream about teeth and water. There are pages about either subject.

I'll look up some more of your words. If I find anything worth writing about, I'll let you know, but it sounds like you are off to a good day so far. Go with it.

 

[voluptuary_manque]

I keep dreaming about being reactivated into the Army. At my age? Sheesh!

 

[Stella_Omega]

I dream about water all the time! Wetlands, ponds, rivers, gutters, fountains-- water pouring down the stairs inside a house...

Tell me doctor, is there a cure?

 

[3113]

I keep dreaming about being reactivated into the Army. At my age? Sheesh!

Actually, given the state of the U.S. armed forces and the way they've been calling in reservists that might not be too far fetched. Shades of John Scalzi's Old Man's War....

Ever wanted to visit Afghanistan?

 

[3113]

I dream about water all the time! Wetlands, ponds, rivers, gutters, fountains-- water pouring down the stairs inside a house...

You pervert!

 

[YoursSINSerely]

I keep dreaming about being reactivated into the Army. At my age? Sheesh!

I suggest you wake up during this dream and get a glass of water.

 

[Zeb_Carter]

I dream about water all the time! Wetlands, ponds, rivers, gutters, fountains-- water pouring down the stairs inside a house...

Tell me doctor, is there a cure?

Get up and go to the bathroom!

 

[Stella_Omega]

You pervert!

That's Mr you pervert, if you please.

 

[YoursSINSerely]

I dream about water all the time! Wetlands, ponds, rivers, gutters, fountains-- water pouring down the stairs inside a house...

Tell me doctor, is there a cure?

The best part I see in the book about fountains is:
"To see a fountain spring up in your house signifies honour and profit." Please note that is just one sentence from a very long paragraph in just one of the books.

The thing about all of the water seems to have a dividing line between good and evil in whether the water is clear or muddy. It seems the bigger the vessel of water, the bigger the problems or profit is. So, again fellas, size does matter.

Cats and horses are another problem all of their own, too.

Personally, I try not to dream any more.

 

[Stella_Omega]

I dream vividly-- but it's all pretty incoherent. I agree with the basic premise that the images and actions one sees in dreams come from the subconscious, and are, at times, the subconscious trying to get a message across-- but I disagree that those messages are always meaningful. That's a part of the mind that has little connect with reality, IMO. Mostly it might tell you that you have an emotional reaction to something, that you have been trying to suppress. Once in a rare while, it gets the images and symbols exactly right-- but those are exceptions.

 

[stephen55]

Freud said it best....to himself..........

Personally, I always liked Freud's take on dreams. He felt it was a bunch of neurochemical crappola going on in your head that your brain was randomly putting to bed. Of course, he was bright enough to realize that this wouldn't sell, much less get him invited to the classier Vienna salons.

I haven't read much of his stuff because the first stuff I read made me gag. But he did have one semi-intelligent thing to say.

Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

 

[Stella_Omega]

He should have said;

A cigar is almost always just a cigar.

 

[voluptuary_manque]

Actually, given the state of the U.S. armed forces and the way they've been calling in reservists that might not be too far fetched. Shades of John Scalzi's Old Man's War....

Ever wanted to visit Afghanistan?

Beats Hell out of Iraq!

 

[YoursSINSerely]

You guys can make fun of me if you want to with my dream books, but I do believe someone is trying to tell us something when we dream, even if it means we are talking to ourselves.

I also believe that psychics can see things. I don't think they can see into the future, but I think they can look at a person and see others around them, dead and alive. I've gone to many of them and they have described friends and realtives to a tee. The past lives I can't verify, but I do have a fetish for beads, pearls, lace, fringe and satin. These are all things you can't so much find now but were very popular in the twenties, which is when she said I had my "other" life.

For this reason, I think they should be working with the police when they bring in the bad guy. They can see him holding the gun, knife, or bad of loot.

I looked up cigars in the books, too. Only one had anything about it: A lit cigar is a good thing. To Hell with Freud! I have my dream book.

Bear, when you are given a choice to re-up, go with the country with the least letters as possible. You will be much safer.

Stella, hun, you're in denial. I wasn't born on Halloween for nothing.

 

[voluptuary_manque]

I'll re-enlist when we declare war on Bermuda.

 

[stephen55]

Never said the guy was worth a damn........

He should have said;

A cigar is almost always just a cigar.

Like I said........it was a semi-intelligent comment.....

Maybe there should be a new thread; Freud was an idiot because (insert moronic Freudian Psychobabble of choice).

 

[YoursSINSerely]

I'll re-enlist when we declare war on Bermuda.

Now, raise your right hand and promise

 

[oggbashan]

I'll re-enlist when we declare war on Bermuda.

I will re-enlist if we get to burn Washington again.

Burning Westminster would be even better.

Og

 

[Stella_Omega]

You guys can make fun of me if you want to with my dream books, but I do believe someone is trying to tell us something when we dream, even if it means we are talking to ourselves.

Well, yes-- but what we are trying to tell ourselves usually isn't nearly as important as we think it is. The subconcious is the bipolar part of us, so to speak.

I also believe that psychics can see things. I don't think they can see into the future, but I think they can look at a person and see others around them, dead and alive. I've gone to many of them and they have described friends and realtives to a tee. The past lives I can't verify, but I do have a fetish for beads, pearls, lace, fringe and satin. These are all things you can't so much find now but were very popular in the twenties, which is when she said I had my "other" life.

Those hard to verify past lives are very handy for psychics, aren't they?

Sweetheart.
You can indulge your fetish for shiny things with ease in this day and age. Beads, satin, lace-- cheapo commodities now. That's more the reason you have it, not because of a past life.

We all know beads lace etc, were popular in the twenties, because we've seen pictures. But most women of the twenties, also only saw pictures of those things. We tend to celebrate the more unusual things around us. Satin was a rare commodity-- that's why we see so much of it in the old movies. Fringe was expensive. Lace was mostly hand made. You made it, yourself, and trust me-- lace is tedious stuff, and even what machine made lace there was, was expensive.

In your past life, your headaches were incurable, unless you wanted to take laudanum. Willow bark extract was your other choice.

Do you remember having dishpan hands because all your work was manual? Tuberculosis? Bad water, stinky sewers, and unreliable foods brought from the farms via unrefrigerated trucks? Do you remember wearing dull linen for regular daywear? Do you remember stitching your own clothing, cutting the pieces with the guidance of illustrated magazines? Do you remember blotting up your menstrual flow with cut rags?

Even the wealthy had to live with these realities. Honestly.

For this reason, I think they should be working with the police when they bring in the bad guy. They can see him holding the gun, knife, or bad of loot.

Possibly incorrectly, which is why we do not allow psychics to accompany the police.

Stella, hun, you're in denial. I wasn't born on Halloween for nothing.

I was born on April the first, Janus's day.

 

[voluptuary_manque]

And I'm the day after that. I think we ought to have some sort of combined celebration involving . . . hmmm . . . yanno, I'm not sure?

 

[voluptuary_manque]

I will re-enlist if we get to burn Washington again.

Burning Westminster would be even better.

Og

Throw in Ottawa and you've got a deal. I'll burn Ottawa, Rob can burn Westminster and you burn Washington. Everything is even and almost everyone will be happier.

 

[Trinique_Fire]

An old friend who passed away came to me in a dream the night before last.

Also, I have had freaky dreams about teeth.
There was one a while back where sections of my gums and teeth were just falling off into my hand and some were crumbling.

 

[YoursSINSerely]

Well, yes-- but what we are trying to tell ourselves usually isn't nearly as important as we think it is. The subconcious is the bipolar part of us, so to speak.Those hard to verify past lives are very handy for psychics, aren't they?

Sweetheart.
You can indulge your fetish for shiny things with ease in this day and age. Beads, satin, lace-- cheapo commodities now. That's more the reason you have it, not because of a past life.

We all know beads lace etc, were popular in the twenties, because we've seen pictures. But most women of the twenties, also only saw pictures of those things. We tend to celebrate the more unusual things around us. Satin was a rare commodity-- that's why we see so much of it in the old movies. Fringe was expensive. Lace was mostly hand made. You made it, yourself, and trust me-- lace is tedious stuff, and even what machine made lace there was, was expensive.

In your past life, your headaches were incurable, unless you wanted to take laudanum. Willow bark extract was your other choice.

Do you remember having dishpan hands because all your work was manual? Tuberculosis? Bad water, stinky sewers, and unreliable foods brought from the farms via unrefrigerated trucks? Do you remember wearing dull linen for regular daywear? Do you remember stitching your own clothing, cutting the pieces with the guidance of illustrated magazines? Do you remember blotting up your menstrual flow with cut rags?

Even the wealthy had to live with these realities. Honestly.
Possibly incorrectly, which is why we do not allow psychics to accompany the police.

I was born on April the first, Janus's day.

You have convinced me even more so with your list. I don't buy cheapo commodities. I'm a pretty expensive lady. Not that this is expensive, but I have an attraction to 1928 jewelry. I own several pieces. I have a lamp on my nightstand with twelve inch strings of beads surrounding it. It wasn't cheap. People have seen it and said, "Oh, my". I don't care what they think. I love it. I have sat for hours upon hours crocheting doilies out of string. I have doilies on both arms and a back of wing backed chair that were made with my own hands. I have carpal tunnel in both wrists to prove it, but please don't tell Worker's Comp.

I'm sitting here eating a salad of romaine lettuce that I cut the top of it because it had turned brown. There's nothing wrong with the inside. I have dishpans hands from scrubbing my catch thingy under the burners of the stove. I created my own wreath for my front porch on Valentine's Day because I don't want to part with money to buy a new one when I had all the makings right in my house. Wanna see the picture. It came out kinda nice. I hate antiques and yet, I hang onto Aunt Margaret's two night stands because I feel connected to her. She died an old maid at the age of 102, but she had her own dress shop in the 20's and 30's. I never saw the woman without earings and beads on.

I'm unemployed and I feel like I'm living though my second depression and I know how to handle this one this time around. I have made my own clothes, but with a pattern. I made my daughter's prom dress out of satin and lace, cuz I could and I wanted her to have a memory, not because I couldn't afford it. This past Halloween, I crocheted hat for my new grandson without a pattern. Yah, simple, but I made it.

Two years ago, I had my period of 30 days (I'm 57). I called my sister who is into herbs and she told me to go into the backyard and pick some stinging nettle and make a tea. It worked, but the timing might have been such, that I just stopped. This year, it was a D&C. I can remember stuffing toilet paper in my underwear when I didn't have a dime to buy a tampon. I had a quarter, but not a dime.

Can you explain the fascination I have with the twenties, unless I have already been there?

I refuse to be cold and I will not go without the things that I want. I think I have learned something from my past life. I want nothing to do with stories about the Titantic. I haven't even seen the movie in it's entirety even though I own the DVD. I have a great respect for water and yet I don't fear it, I respect it.

You haven't convinced me that I wasn't there. You've almost confirmed it.

Funny, but I quit smoking on April 1, almost eight years ago. What were you doing? I kept thinking it would be my April Fool's joke, but I'm stubborn and stuck to it. I'm intriqued by you, Stella, but it might be that tuxedo that you wear.

Barb