Dream Thread

[BlackShanglan]

I might try that...I never seem to remember my dreams...

Sign of a mind at peace.

 

[BlackShanglan]

Off to bed with me. Call it "primary research."

Good night, all.

Shanglan

 

[LadyJeanne]

It's interesting how metaphorical dreams become, isn't it? Kudos for having the courage to walk away from a job that made you miserable. Peace of mind is much underrated.

Luck to you,

Yui

Thank you, sweets.

Does writing porn lead to peace of mind?

 

[Huckleman2000]

Hi,

Do you ever dream you are flying? If so, do you land? Are you afraid of falling while you are flying?

For a long time I had a recurring flying dream. When I was little, we had some sort-of oversize Lincoln Logs, and one of the pieces was a shallow triangle. It would fit on one of those metal roller skates that you could slip over the toe and heal of your shoes, so it was like a flying wing on a roller skate. We'd scoot all over the linoleum floor of the basement on these things.

Anyway, my recurring flying dream was scooting close to the ground, sitting on this same sort of flying wing contraption, but able to swoop and dive and zoom all over, but at really low altitude.

I've had lots of flying dreams, but I haven't had that one again in years

 

[yui]

Does writing porn lead to peace of mind?

Yours sure does relax me, so...yes, I think porn leads to peace of mind...after the orgasm.

 

[shereads]

Kudos for having the courage to walk away from a job that made you miserable. Peace of mind is much underrated.

Absolutely true.

The last time I indulged in anguish over a job, after a series of ruthless layoffs that made no business sense and left us all convinced we'd each be next, I had a dream from which I woke up crying. Not just sad, but crying. Sobbing. Breathless.

I dreamed that I was trapped in our office building with a few of my surviving co-workers, and that we were being stalked by the man-eating lions from "The Ghost and The Darkness." The elevators didnt' work. The stairwell lights had gone out and the other building lights were sporadic, sometimes just a red-tinged emergency backup light.

I woke up crying after a confrontation with one one of the lions in the elevator lobby, where my rifle jammed and I ended up beating the animal to death with the rifle butt.

That one didn't require any dream analysis.

 

[Huckleman2000]

Wow.

Wow. Your dreams flow in a narrative and have more plot than my stories. I'm impressed. My dreams (and stories) are often aimless.

And you're right, you should write that down.

Luck,

Yui

It's weird. At least a few times a month I'll have those awful wake-up dreams, hwere the alarm goes off and you hit the snooze and start to get ready for work, and just as you're in the middle of a shower or something the alarm goes off again and you realize you haven't even gotten up yet. I'll have those midway between waking and sleeping dreams for an hour or two on weekends

A few times a year, I'll have episodic dreams, where the story picks up again after I wake up and fall asleep again. They're usually very enjoyable, but they don't make much sense in the clear light of day.

Mostly, I can find reasons for my dreams in real life, whether it's stuff going on that I'm worried about, or just things that I saw on TV before I fell asleep. Still, they help me to figure out what might be bugging me, below the surface. I'm a big believer in dreams that way.

The worst thing about my dreams is that I have recurring dreams of yelling and frustration at my son, who is also my younger brother in my dreams - they're sort of interchangable. Sometimes I'll be trying to yell in my dream, and I'll be trying to yell really and wake myself up. In discussing this with my therapist in the past, we've kind of decided that it stems from my Mom enlisting my help when I was really little to take care of my brother while my older sisters were at school. Similarly, my son's mother was away from home a lot for work since he was a toddler, so I was the primary parent and alone much of the time. I guess I understand where it comes from, but the anger and frustration that comes out in those dreams is so frightening. He's 19 now, and a really popular and well-adjusted kid, but I don't see him much. Even though I spent so much time parenting when he was young, and he's come out fine so far, those dreams scare the hell out of me. I only hope that I was able to keep that pathology at bay during my waking hours. I think so, since it comes up in my dreams instead. But the fact that it's there...

 

[shereads]

I dreamed that a diseased, fungus-like vine was growing up from behind my bureau and that it was twitching and writhing in an attempt to reach me. I knew that if it touched me, I would become diseased and rotting like it was.

That was my sister, who had permission from my mom to kill you (she was supposed to be after me, but I was hiding in the shrubbery.) I'm so sorry to have involved you.

 

[LadyJeanne]

Yours sure does relax me, so...yes, I think porn leads to peace of mind...after the orgasm.

*all flustered and delighted to have anything to do with Yui's orgasm*

Then we all must keep writing! More orgasms for Yui!

 

[LadyJeanne]

Absolutely true.

The last time I indulged in anguish over a job, after a series of ruthless layoffs that made no business sense and left us all convinced we'd each be next, I had a dream from which I woke up crying. Not just sad, but crying. Sobbing. Breathless.

I dreamed that I was trapped in our office building with a few of my surviving co-workers, and that we were being stalked by the man-eating lions from "The Ghost and The Darkness." The elevators didnt' work. The stairwell lights had gone out and the other building lights were sporadic, sometimes just a red-tinged emergency backup light.

I woke up crying after a confrontation with one one of the lions in the elevator lobby, where my rifle jammed and I ended up beating the animal to death with the rifle butt.

That one didn't require any dream analysis.

Vivid, gut-wrenching anxiety and struggle to prevail. Those kinds of dreams touch something very deep inside, yet are so close to the surface that you are already aware of the message.

 

[LadyJeanne]

For a long time I had a recurring flying dream. When I was little, we had some sort-of oversize Lincoln Logs, and one of the pieces was a shallow triangle. It would fit on one of those metal roller skates that you could slip over the toe and heal of your shoes, so it was like a flying wing on a roller skate. We'd scoot all over the linoleum floor of the basement on these things.

Anyway, my recurring flying dream was scooting close to the ground, sitting on this same sort of flying wing contraption, but able to swoop and dive and zoom all over, but at really low altitude.

I've had lots of flying dreams, but I haven't had that one again in years

Flying wing? Can't you patent that or something and make zillions of dollars and write porn all day?

 

[shereads]

The best and worst dreams I can remember both involved my dad, after his death. The worst, I won't get into.

The best was incredibly real, and happened the same week as a similar dream my mom told me about. In her dream, she said she woke up to find him sitting at the edge of her bed, wearing the pajamas he was wearing when she last saw him alive. She could smell his Old Spice aftershave and feel the warmth of his arms around her. She cried in his arms until she was able to go back to sleep. It was the goodbye they had been denied.

I had been having terrible, guilt-ridden dreams about him for weeks after his death. The usual unresolved issues between a parent and an adult child, I guess.
Then one night I dreamed that he and I went for a walk together, as we would do sometimes during family gatherings when the crowd and chitchat inside would get to be too much. Neither of us said anything during our dream-walk around the block. But I felt him telling me that it didn't matter what had been left unsaid between us because he knew what was in my heart.

There was a feeling of benediction that gave me the first peace I had felt since the night of his death. When my mom told me later that week about her own dream, I decided they were real experiences. As real as anything, maybe more.

 

[Evil Alpaca]

This dream is much funnier now than when it happened. I was dreaming that I was being eaten by a giant snake. That's not the funny/painful part. The problem is that I was recovering from having my ankle crushed, and my left left was in a cam-walker. I woke up and, in an attempt to get the snake off me, kicked my bad leg in the shin as hard as I possibly could with the heel from my other foot. I'm pretty sure I passed out from the pain after that, but luckily I hadn't damaged the ankle any further.

 

[yui]

The best and worst dreams I can remember both involved my dad, after his death. The worst, I won't get into.

The best was incredibly real, and happened the same week as a similar dream my mom told me about. In her dream, she said she woke up to find him sitting at the edge of her bed, wearing the pajamas he was wearing when she last saw him alive. She could smell his Old Spice aftershave and feel the warmth of his arms around her. She cried in his arms until she was able to go back to sleep. It was the goodbye they had been denied.

I had been having terrible, guilt-ridden dreams about him for weeks after his death. The usual unresolved issues between a parent and an adult child, I guess.
Then one night I dreamed that he and I went for a walk together, as we would do sometimes during family gatherings when the crowd and chitchat inside would get to be too much. Neither of us said anything during our dream-walk around the block. But I felt him telling me that it didn't matter what had been left unsaid between us because he knew what was in my heart.

There was a feeling of benediction that gave me the first peace I had felt since the night of his death. When my mom told me later that week about her own dream, I decided they were real experiences. As real as anything, maybe more.

That is lovely dream and I am very happy that you found your peace.

Luck,

Yui

 

[cantdog]

My brother did that sort of crap to me in a dream, too. The bastard. Just when I'd gotten used to his wandering circular dementia, he came around in a dream and very coherently said I was fretting about him too much.

Made him doubly spooky the next time I went to visit.

 

[cantdog]

But you're right. Your dream-staging staff can be really trite in the symbolism department, sometimes.

 

[cantdog]

It's kinda sad to think your brain is such an amateur.

 

[Huckleman2000]

This dream is much funnier now than when it happened. I was dreaming that I was being eaten by a giant snake. That's not the funny/painful part. The problem is that I was recovering from having my ankle crushed, and my left left was in a cam-walker. I woke up and, in an attempt to get the snake off me, kicked my bad leg in the shin as hard as I possibly could with the heel from my other foot. I'm pretty sure I passed out from the pain after that, but luckily I hadn't damaged the ankle any further.

I get those kicking dreams sometimes too! I sleep with the window open, and I'm on a hillside overlooking a valley with some industrial sites that make noise early as they load up trucks or whatever they do. I'll drift in and out of sleep hearing this commotion, and dream that people are entering my house and my bedroom, and I kick them away, but I can't kick because my legs are under the covers. That's when I wake up in a cold sweat.

 

[shereads]

My brother did that sort of crap to me in a dream, too. The bastard. Just when I'd gotten used to his wandering circular dementia, he came around in a dream and very coherently said I was fretting about him too much.

Made him doubly spooky the next time I went to visit.

Your brother and my dad are having some laughs at our expense right now. God, I hope your brother doesn't tell my dad we met at a porn site.

Some things are probably unacceptable to parents, even after death.

 

[yui]

My brother died when I was sixteen. We were only two years apart and very close. He was killed, ripped from our lives from one moment to the next. Bang! He was gone. Life reset itself and nothing in my world was ever the same.

I began to have dreams after he was killed, and in them, I would be doing stuff that he and I had done together. In one, we were riding the dirt bikes we had as kids up the road. I was on a little orange Yamaha 60 that was worn out when it come to me and my brother was on a shiny green Yamaha 100. He was riding circles around me, literally circling me, laughing.

I rode along, irked at his antics and I kept thinking that something was wrong. There was something I should be remembering. And then it hits me. He's dead. Ryo is dead. And as soon as that realization came, he wrecked his bike, just laid it down in the gravel, and I felt, really felt him slipping away, out of my bones and away. I tried to forget what I remembered, forget he was dead, tried to hold onto him but he slipped away. Gone, and I was bereft.

Sometimes I think his ghost walks in my dreams. Other times, he just rattles the chimes over my door.

Luck,

Yui

 

[shereads]

I rode along, irked at his antics and I kept thinking that something was wrong. There was something I should be remembering. And then it hits me. He's dead. Ryo is dead. And as soon as that realization came, he wrecked his bike, just laid it down in the gravel, and I felt, really felt him slipping away, out of my bones and away. I tried to forget what I remembered, forget he was dead, tried to hold onto him but he slipped away. Gone, and I was bereft.

Oh god, yui. I have that dream about my dad sometimes, even now after eight years. In every version, though, there's something stressful going on. A heated family argument, with one of us angry with him over something trivial - or ignoring him as it became easy to do when he lost his hearing and had to be spoken to at top volume to be part of any conversation...And then he'll look sad and back away, and I'll realize that we had him back with us and wasted the moment.

Bereft.

Dreams like these, that express our inner lives with such clarity, make me wonder how some people can believe that dreams are meaningless, just a random sequence of stored images and feelings. There's nothing random about dreams that deal with grief and loss.

 

[Huckleman2000]

Flying wing? Can't you patent that or something and make zillions of dollars and write porn all day?

That's a lovely thought! Looking back, though, it was the sort of toy that would probably be considered a lawsuit on wheels nowadays. We'd go careening into tables and chairs, or pinch our fingers under the wings, or smash into each other.
God, they were a blast!

 

[fairysong]

My brother died when I was sixteen. We were only two years apart and very close. He was killed, ripped from our lives from one moment to the next. Bang! He was gone. Life reset itself and nothing in my world was ever the same.

I began to have dreams after he was killed, and in them, I would be doing stuff that he and I had done together. In one, we were riding the dirt bikes we had as kids up the road. I was on a little orange Yamaha 60 that was worn out when it come to me and my brother was on a shiny green Yamaha 100. He was riding circles around me, literally circling me, laughing.

I rode along, irked at his antics and I kept thinking that something was wrong. There was something I should be remembering. And then it hits me. He's dead. Ryo is dead. And as soon as that realization came, he wrecked his bike, just laid it down in the gravel, and I felt, really felt him slipping away, out of my bones and away. I tried to forget what I remembered, forget he was dead, tried to hold onto him but he slipped away. Gone, and I was bereft.

Sometimes I think his ghost walks in my dreams. Other times, he just rattles the chimes over my door.

Luck,

Yui

Yui, i am so sorry about your brother. I have 2 older brothers and can't imagine having them ripped from my life. Strange how things happen. One minute you are just living your everyday life and then boom you are faced with mortality.

I was diagnosed with cancer when I was 17 and it was such a shock. My life changed so much that day.

Sometimes, I have nightmares of being in the hospital, of getting Chemo. I can feel the pain, smell the fear and sense the energy slipping out of me.

But I am a fighter, I refuse to give in both in life and dreams.

fairysong

 

[Guest]

im curious if i am the only one who does this:
ill be sleeping soundly and ill be dreaming that im watching myself sleep. going about my business but never leaving the room. its as if i can go into and out of my body at will. when im in my body i can see through my closed eye lids and peruse the room clearly.
this is most disconcerting and it happens several times a year.

the one dream i have that bothers me, though i havent had it in many years is the dream where i am driving over many bridges, all of which are cardboard. i can feel the pliability of the cardboard as i driveover it...sometimes ill fall but never land on anything but another cardboard bridge.
(that one is pretty transparent... i only ever had that dream when i hated my life)

when i was a kid, my wonderful older sister told me that there were aligators living under my bed and that if i were to step out of bed in the middle of the night, i would surely die. yeah, i had the worst nightmares frm this for years!

oh and! when i was a kid there were tons of protestors walking around with signs saying the end was near... seemed like everyday the world was going to end...i had the worst time sleeping because i thought i would die in my sleep. nice...

 

[impressive]

I had an erotic dream about Barack Obama night before last.

*ducks away -- maybe no one will notice*