Dream Thread

[carsonshepherd]

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

I don't blame you.

 

[impressive]

I don't blame you.

He had a raspy tongue ... like a cat's.

 

[carsonshepherd]

shereads and Yui, I had dreams about my dad for years after he died of cancer when I was 16. At first they were just dreams that he was alive and had just been on a long trip. Then they progressed to dreams in which I had the opportunity to talk to him about things I didn't get to when he was alive, he told me he was proud of me, we hugged.

Now that 14 years have passed, I hardly ever see him in my dreams any more. I really believe I saw him in those dreams so I could say what I needed to say and move on past my pain. If I dream of him now, it's fleeting, and I wake up happy to have seen him, and not crying and shaking even if I am sad.

 

[BlackShanglan]

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.

*nuzzle*

Ah, yui. That is very touching.

I can say nothing, but perhaps He speaks better:

Surprised by joy -impatient as the wind
I turned to share the transport -Oh! with whom
But Thee, deep buried in the silent tomb,
That spot which no vicissitude can find?
Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind -
But how could I forget thee? Through what power,
Even for the least division of an hour,
Have I been so beguiled as to be blind
To my most grievous loss? -That thought's return
Was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore
Save one, one only, when I stood forlorn,
Knowing my heart's best treasure was no more;
That neither present time, nor years unborn,
Could to my sight that heavenly face restore.
--- William Wordsworth

It has always awed me that he could make something so beautiful from pain so profound. The mark of a true artist to the very core.

My family has a long tradition of such dreams from departed loved ones. Both of my grandfathers came to me in dreams some months after their deaths. The first, my mother's father, was simply sitting in our home when I (in my dream) came home from school and found him there, a wonderful surprise. I didn't realize until I woke why I was so surprised - in the dream, it was only that I didn't know he would be visiting. He was sitting in a chair near the window, with the sun lighting him up, and I bent to hold him and kiss his head. It was a beautiful feeling.

My other grandfather was - brace yourself, ridiculously obvious symbolism - standing on the other side of a river, waving to me over a bridge, smiling and telling me that it was beautiful over there. I could see that it was. But it was good to hear from him. I think his death has affected me more profoundly than that of any other person I have known, and I treasure every second of that dream.

My mother's brother has been dead for many, many years; he died when she was twelve. But when I was in high school and she was completing her graduate degree, and she was very worried and stressed about her finals, he came to her in a dream. He sat on the foot of her bed and called her by her pet name and told her, gently, over and over, "it's going to be all right."

Of course it was.

Shanglan

 

[cloudy]

I'm sure I'll be shouted down by cynics, but I just wanted to tell y'all that sometimes what we think is a dream visit from a departed loved one is not a dream at all......sometimes your spirit flies.

As for recurring dreams...at times of stress in my life I have a dream that always differs slightly in locations, etc., but the situation is exactly the same: I'm back in college, and late for a class where we're having a test that day, and no matter how hard I try to get to class, I just get further and further behind. Sorta transparent, too, but the anxiety during the dream is always high.

 

[impressive]

I'm sure I'll be shouted down by cynics, but I just wanted to tell y'all that sometimes what we think is a dream visit from a departed loved one is not a dream at all......sometimes your spirit flies.

No argument from me!

 

[rgraham666]

My most common dream sort of involves flying.

I find I can control how much control gravity has over me. Unfortunately I have little control over that lack of control.

If I allow gravity no control over me, I fall into outer space. Death freezing in a vacuum is no fun.

I usually can control it enough to fly, free of the earth and not falling into nowhere.

But the earth tries very hard to pull me back. And I'm usually high enough that if gravity fully reasserts itself, SPLAT!

So I have to risk falling into nothing in order to avoid falling into something.

Fun eh?

And those few times I manage to control it in spite of everything, my brain throws something fun into the mix, like power lines. So I have to do sudden and subtle changes of something else's control over me to survive.

No need to explain what this means. It's a metaphor for my life.

 

[OhMissScarlett]

Years ago I had this dream I was in the basement of my grandma's church and it was filling up with water. In the basement with me was a frail man in a wheelchair and I was trying to keep his head above water. This man couldn't speak but communicated through a computer which was somehow linked right into my head. I can't swim in real life, but in the dream I could swim and I just couldn't get this man out of the water and to safety.

I knew in the dream that I loved this guy even though I didn't know him and that he was brilliant and special for some reason. I told him I didn't think I could save him and he said it was ok, that he was meant to give his life to save the world. I let him go and swam out through a window to the parking lot. That was the end of the dream.

Of course the guy in the wheelchair was Stephen Hawking, which is funny because I didn't know who Stephen Hawking was; I'd never heard of him. A few months later, I opened a magazine while visiting someone in the hospital and there was a huge article about him. I nearly pissed my pants. I'm sure there has to be some sort of an explanation and I don't believe Hawking would use telepathy to communicate with some average video store clerk if he was able.

On a sort of lighter note, in my single days or whoring and boozing, I used to dream I was running from something. Wearing a soiled wedding gown Miss Havisham style and carrying a ratty bouquet, I ran and ran from something. I don't have this dream anymore though I'm not married, I've certainly been caught.

 

[BlackShanglan]

When I dream of flying, ridiculously enough, it's exactly like swimming. I love to swim and feel very at home in the water; in my flying dreams, I discover that moving in the air is just as simple. Sometimes, in the dream, I remember that I have had this dream before, but my reaction is usually something like "Hey! Cool! My dream was right!"

Haven't had one for some time, however. Now I wonder what that means.

Shanglan

(PS - I have tried pinching myself in dreams to confirm that they are real. It's not a reliable guide.)

 

[BlackShanglan]

On a sort of lighter note, in my single days or whoring and boozing, I used to dream I was running from something. Wearing a soiled wedding gown Miss Havisham style and carrying a ratty bouquet, I ran and ran from something. I don't have this dream anymore though I'm not married, I've certainly been caught.

Given, however, that the gown was soiled and the bouquet ratty ... perhaps it's a good sign that your flight has ended?

*nuzzle*

Next dream, just imagine a big strong horse stepping in to help you out.

Shanglan

 

[OhMissScarlett]

Given, however, that the gown was soiled and the bouquet ratty ... perhaps it's a good sign that your flight has ended?

*nuzzle*

Next dream, just imagine a big strong horse stepping in to help you out.

Shanglan

Having a big strong horse to ride would certainly help along the escape.

 

[impressive]

So I have to risk falling into nothing in order to avoid falling into something.

....

No need to explain what this means. It's a metaphor for my life.

Not just YOUR life. I can so relate!

I've never had a flying dream, but I love the way you've phrased that.

 

[cantdog]

Sounds like rg needs a guide

A friend told me, back when I was fifteen, that no one can do flying dreams without a guide. That some figure always enters the dream and instructs you; only then can you do it.

I have since discovered that it seems to have been hooey, since a lot of people don't report a guide. I had one, though. It was a very thin woman who looked at first like the mailman on the Johnson Road route.

I had discovered, spontaneously, that by reaching out before me and pulling I could coast the dirt roads. I'd slide along very fast on the soles of my shoes (sneaks, actually) and leave a big plume of road dust in the air behind me. This was cool.

The next time I dreamt it, I came upon the mailman, who hailed me in a silvery mezzo. I slowed and turned in a spin of cast gravel. The mailman was a woman, very small and thin with sharp features and a wide grin. She taught me to take to the air, and I spent the next couple of dreams doing that, with aerial views of the country 'round and going as far south as my grandmother's place in Belfast.

Maybe the flightless impressive and the control-challenged rg could use a visit from an expert!

cantdog

 

[rgraham666]

Doubtful, considering my deeply ingrained distrust and fear of anybody resembling an authourity figure.

 

[impressive]

Re: Sounds like rg needs a guide

Maybe the flightless impressive and the control-challenged rg could use a visit from an expert!

cantdog

I'd have to see the expert's "credentials" first -- before I'd invite him/her/it into my dreams.

 

[cantdog]

Well, I guess you can't be too careful.

If the content of them is an indicator, mine are pretty much wide open to anything. there's been some weird shit. Dogs falling through the air and then slewing sideways to go down a laundry-chute door, one after another. A schnauser, a dalmatian, good sized dogs, but slim. I poked my head in the door flap to see where the dogs had gone, and there was a large mill-floor sort of space with sheet metal riveted to the walls and floor. These are images I don't encounter on a waking basis.

 

[impressive]

Well, I guess you can't be too careful.

"Expert" is a dirty word to me ... since it is most often, in my world, used to remove children from inclusive educational environments and into more segregated placements "for their own good."

Sorry. Didn't mean to apply it to dreams.

 

[carsonshepherd]

I often have odd erotic dreams about celebrities. I had no idea I was sexually attracted to Jackie Chan until I had a dream about him... now I just can't resist him...

 

[carsonshepherd]

I'm sure I'll be shouted down by cynics, but I just wanted to tell y'all that sometimes what we think is a dream visit from a departed loved one is not a dream at all......sometimes your spirit flies.

I believe your spirit reaches for what it needs, until it finds it. And since peace can only be found within, the mind speaks to itself, letting us work through our fears and sorrows.

 

[cantdog]

That makes a lot more sense than Aristotle on the same subject. His section "on Dreams" is really thin, but he goes on at length, as he always does.

 

[carsonshepherd]

Seems easy to me...

I don't believe my father's spirit actually visited me. I only feel that my mind let me see him, so I could say what I needed to say to him (and he to me) to feel at peace.

And I'm lucky, because I do.

 

[yui]

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

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

You are a good woman. Now off to write for you!

 

[yui]

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.

Oy! Poor Evil Alpaca. I broke both my legs once (crashed my car and my legs) and in the hospital, I was always putting myself in agony by trying curl into a fetal position in my sleep (not dreams really, I think just because I hurt). I can't imagine kicking a broken bone. It makes me queasy just to think about it!

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Luck,

Yui

 

[BlackShanglan]

I often have odd erotic dreams about celebrities. I had no idea I was sexually attracted to Jackie Chan until I had a dream about him... now I just can't resist him...

*laugh* You know who I dreamed about ... what a source of baffled humiliation that is to this day. The worst thing is that now when I see that individual, I can't help but think of the dream and find him intriguing. Damnit!

Alpaca, I laughed until I wept at your story. Thank you for sharing.

Shanglan

 

[rikaaim]

I am thankful for my dreams, no matter how horrid or graphic. I get a sense of reality in my dreams. Everything that is going on in my life gets organized in my dreams. I know what to do, what's bothering me, what's comforting me. Dreaming is just about the most enjoyable thing I know...except for the eels and the pirannas. I know I spelled that completely wrong...eh, who cares. Not me...nope...not at all.