Vivid dreams

[AngeloMichael]

You know, I always regarded the sub conscious as a sort of catch-all for, memories, thoughs, desires, and life experiences. You never really forget anything, it just goes in there where you can't access it when you want, but random things pop out at random times. It's a receptacle, a waste bin for the brain, that's all.

Of late I've come to realize my sub-conscious thinks it's some sort of ironic wit.

Can't remember too much of the dream I had last night. What I do remember is that I, along with a woman, were going to this island to investigate strange occurences there. This person who owned this island built a remarkable technological habitat there. It looked like a city from the future. Anyhow I somehow managed to get a very hard to come by invitation to this island for myself and this girl. I remember the owner saying "Nobody gets to come here for free, there's always a price." When I got there I changed into my costume and took to the tall spires to have a look at things (did I mention I was Spider-man?)

Anyway, this is where the irony comes in, when the plane landed on the island, the owner naturally says "Welcome to my island!" who does my sub-conscious pull up to play the head honcho here? Ricardo Montalban.

 

[Aurora Black]

You know, I always regarded the sub conscious as a sort of catch-all for, memories, thoughs, desires, and life experiences. You never really forget anything, it just goes in there where you can't access it when you want, but random things pop out at random times. It's a receptacle, a waste bin for the brain, that's all.

Of late I've come to realize my sub-conscious thinks it's some sort of ironic wit.

Can't remember too much of the dream I had last night. What I do remember is that I, along with a woman, were going to this island to investigate strange occurences there. This person who owned this island built a remarkable technological habitat there. It looked like a city from the future. Anyhow I somehow managed to get a very hard to come by invitation to this island for myself and this girl. I remember the owner saying "Nobody gets to come here for free, there's always a price." When I got there I changed into my costume and took to the tall spires to have a look at things (did I mention I was Spider-man?)

Anyway, this is where the irony comes in, when the plane landed on the island, the owner naturally says "Welcome to my island!" who does my sub-conscious pull up to play the head honcho here? Ricardo Montalban.

Bottled water spew! "The plane, boss! The plane!"

 

[Aurora Black]

wow... that's a fantastic dream... such rich imagery!


My dream:
I want to buy this car. It’s a reliable little car, nothing fancy. It’s parked in this garage near an empty lot. The lot is fenced in with a wrought-iron fence. There is no grass, only dirt. There are two men behind the fence who are working, moving that dirt in wheelbarrows. I keep walking by the fence, asking about the car. The men put me off. One time I go by, I hear something. Suddenly I’m sure that there is something alive trapped underground. I go through the fence and start digging. I dig a long, long, long time. I keep piling dirt up by the fence, until it’s as high as the fence. The sound keeps getting louder, so I know I’m getting closer. Finally, I uncover a puppy. It’s golden colored, maybe a golden retriever mix. I’m brushing him off, making sure he’s ok, walking up out of the hole I’ve dug, and a woman comes up to me. She’s blonde, my age, but kind of girlish. Her long blonde hair is up in a ponytail. She hands me the “key” to the car and says, “here you go.” I look at it, and it’s a ring. Gold, with writing etched in it. I take the ring and the puppy and walk to the garage, wondering how the rings is going to start the car.

I awake.

Were you digging with your hands? Awfully ironic if you were digging like a dog to rescue one.

 

[CopyCarver]

Weird ones, scary ones, romantic ones, post 'em here. I'd like to know I'm not the only person who has outre dreams.

Saturday night weird dream: I dreamt I was at a boarding school that was infested by miniscule mice--about one inch long. I kept saying, "Ohhhhh, how cute!" and others kept shushing me because of a pending inspection by the health department.

Sunday afternoon nap heartbreaking dream: I dreamt I had finished so many stories for Lit that I had to have a spread sheet to keep track of the ones I had submitted versus the ones I still needed to submit.

A couple weeks ago I dreamed I was back in the condo I owned in Boston a dozen years ago, working late into the night to beat an impending deadline, when the electricity went off. I phoned the utility company and read them a sermon from the book of threats. Just moments later, I heard a tapping at my front door (rather Poe-like actually). There were two large bats hovering outside my door, carrying a cardboard shoebox. The bats told me, in loud voices tinged with "Southie" accents, that they were delivering an emergency supply of electricity. I plugged my desk lamp and old PowerMac into the shoebox, went back to work, and had the 20,000 investigative-j piece finished by morning.

It made perfect sense when I was asleep. In retrospect, that may have been the sort of dream that drove the Menninger Hospital out of practice.

 

[Aurora Black]

It made perfect sense when I was asleep. In retrospect, that may have been the sort of dream that drove the Menninger Hospital out of practice.

*snicker*

 

[Guest]

A couple weeks ago I dreamed I was back in the condo I owned in Boston a dozen years ago, working late into the night to beat an impending deadline, when the electricity went off. I phoned the utility company and read them a sermon from the book of threats. Just moments later, I heard a tapping at my front door (rather Poe-like actually). There were two large bats hovering outside my door, carrying a cardboard shoebox. The bats told me, in loud voices tinged with "Southie" accents, that they were delivering an emergency supply of electricity. I plugged my desk lamp and old PowerMac into the shoebox, went back to work, and had the 20,000 investigative-j piece finished by morning.

It made perfect sense when I was asleep. In retrospect, that may have been the sort of dream that drove the Menninger Hospital out of practice.

A bit off topic here, but how do you know Menninger's? That's rather in my neck of the woods!

 

[Selena_Kitt]

Were you digging with your hands? Awfully ironic if you were digging like a dog to rescue one.

Yep...

 

[CopyCarver]

A bit off topic here, but how do you know Menninger's? That's rather in my neck of the woods!

Professional relationship--my profession, not the bros. I did several interviews and a flurry of correspondence with Karl Menninger a few years before his death--gathering data for a series of articles on the causes of violent crime. He was a brilliant man, willing to share his research, and--especially after he published The Crime of Punishment, a voice that carried more authority than mine.

 

[Guest]

Professional relationship--my profession, not the bros. I did several interviews and a flurry of correspondence with Karl Menninger a few years before his death--gathering data for a series of articles on the causes of violent crime. He was a brilliant man, willing to share his research, and--especially after he published The Crime of Punishment, a voice that carried more authority than mine.

That is fascinating. His complex is still there, though mostly empty now, and many of the displaced doctors have settled around eastern Kansas and western Missouri.

We're fortunate to be close to that area. Our children see a terrific psych for their ADHD who used to be at Menninger's but is now in a smaller practice.

 

[CopyCarver]

That is fascinating. His complex is still there, though mostly empty now, and many of the displaced doctors have settled around eastern Kansas and western Missouri.

We're fortunate to be close to that area. Our children see a terrific psych for their ADHD who used to be at Menninger's but is now in a smaller practice.

Any thoughts about its demise? I've heard a dozen theories, ranging from the meat-axe cutbacks in funding for medical/social programs to inability to survive without its prime movers or political pressure from the "religious" right.

ps: Sorry, Jammies. I promise to end thread hijack soon.