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Post by Balance on Apr 29, 2003 5:05:04 GMT -5
(Have you noticed how everyone says that their dreams are weird or disturbing or something? Nobody ever goes "Oh, I had a really nice dream last night" or anything. : Okay, I had this really GREAT, really NORMAL dream last night! I was trying to help someone out with something (can't remember who or with what), and all of a sudden, I heard a pop, and an alien spacecraft that resembled a Jellyfish with no legs was just hit, or malfunctioned, but either way, it was crashing to earth, and it was aimed straight at me! I was gonna die! Great normal dream, huh? btw, the reason why people generally only talk about weird dreams, is that the nice, calm, relaxing dreams aren't as memorable, I think. Just like how bad memories are easier to remember than good ones.
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Calantha
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Post by Calantha on May 2, 2003 16:29:55 GMT -5
I had a nap dream today. I was tired so I curled up and took a nap...and I don't think I really ever remember having a nap dream...but I'm not sure.
Anyways, I was in this long black dress with lace over it, and I was walking through this garden, and I know I know the garden from somewhere...I think it might be a garden in Williamsburg...near the Camera Shop, right off of Colonial Williamsburg...anyways, and I knew I was suppose to meet somewhere, but I didn't have a watch, but I knew that if moss grew on the north side of the trees in the garden then I was going to be okay, and I could tell the time from that, so I kept on looking for moss on trees. Anyways, so then I ended up sitting down on this bench, and a person who I have never met before, but seemed so familiar, like in so many of my dreams, and he sat down beside me...so I looked over and smiled and said that I was waiting for someone. And he said he knew and that he was who I was waiting for. So I nodded and said I had thought so. So we're sitting on this bench, in this beautiful garden and he gives me a book and says that I should read it. And I say thanks and that I will, but that I don't have anything to give in return, so I end up pulling out of my purse a key from the set of keys I bought a while ago, and told him that it opens something, somewhere, and when he needs it the most it will be there for him. And then we leave.
So, how odd is that? I'm thinking the time and moss thing was me just getting my camping things all screwed up...and maybe I dreamt of the garden because I really like it? And maybe the person is really part me? Or maybe it is a friend who I don't know well, but want to know them? Or maybe the person is just one of those people who are like dream guides? I don't know.
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Post by KoNeko on May 3, 2003 4:51:12 GMT -5
Maybe you were just thinking of this stuff subconsiously or something, or your subconscious was voicing concerns about camping?
I had a dream about shoes the other day. Like, not my shoes, but just random shoes. And they were everywhere on the street, and I kept trying to avoid them when I was walking (kinda stupid because you can put your feet in them -duh!- but anyway) I was avoiding putting my feet in them or stepping in them because for some reason I thought I'd get a foot disease if I did, so here I was, running down the street in bare feet and surrounded by shoes, but not being able to put them on. And then I got to a fire hydrant thing on the side of the street, and I was leaning on that but then I fell off, and I woke up.
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Post by Rue on May 3, 2003 12:04:15 GMT -5
Koko, did you fall off your bed? I used to do that when I stayed at my grandmother's house years and years ago.
Calantha, am I the only one dying to know what book he handed you? And the key really reminds me of Robin Hood. Hmmm... maybe it means that you're helping someone in a way which you don't notice now, but which they'll benefit from a ton in the future.
Last night I had a dream about that kid again. The one I liked in 6th or 7th grade. Because in a week or so, there's an alumni picnic at my old school, and I'm hoping to meet up with all of my friends again. It's been on my mind a lot.
But in the dream I went to the school, and my first stop was the art room. I had some art I hadn't completed. The teacher was sitting at one of the counters, only he was my old English teacher instead of the art teacher. I worked on the piece of artwork, then went to the front room to see if any of my friends were there. Two girls I knew were by one wall, and the room was small, so 4 feet away on the opposite wall was the kid (Brendan).
I went over to him, and I was so glad I could see him because he is one cool kid. I said, "Hey. I've missed you a lot. Is it okay if I hug you or something?" So we hugged, and then he kissed me on the cheek, which was so weird, and then I sat down next to him and we started talking. I was wearing some courdoroy pants I just bought at Kohl's, and the pants are greyish, but in the dream they were the same pants, only green. (Which is weird, because I got a pair of green cordorouy's a few months ago and gave them to Gen because she liked them so much.) Brendan's pants looked so like mine, so I put my knee next to his to get the right glint, and said, "We're wearing the same pants. Where did you get yours?" He said the mall, and I answered that that made sense, because a lot of times companies ship their clothes to a few different stores.
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Post by Calantha on May 3, 2003 13:23:41 GMT -5
Hmmm...well KoNeko, I am going up to a cabin for Memorial Weekend...so maybe I was thinking about that?
Rue, I really wanted to know what the book was too, but either I don't remember or I just was never suppose to know. Maybe I'll dream about it again and see the title? I don't know...I can remember what the key looks like though...it is really old and silver with the top going into a few celtic knot type designs and it has two teeth to it at the bottom and is no bigger than my pinky...
Hmm...who knows?
Rue, maybe the boy represents your past and you want to reconnect with it? Maybe that's a stretch...
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Post by En on May 5, 2003 14:46:10 GMT -5
The key was definitely old... could mean a lot of things; but (I know my opinion is slanted here) I suspect that it was something like this: your unconscious knows that you want to be able to help people to find what they do or who they are. Which is why you give the guy a key and tell him that when he needs something (probably some part of himself; otherwise how could you be so sure he'd find it) he'll be able to get it or use it. Which is what a psychologist or counselor (or sometimes teacher) does. The moss thing was your brain reaching for some kind of symbol of the signs you will need to learn to recognize different psychological afflictions or concerns; the antique setting is probably just because that is something you love and find beautiful.
Um, Koko... darling... you crack me up. Ever get the feeling that what you want or even need is right in front of you, but you won't take it because of something you're worried about?
Rue, sometimes it weirds me out how... your dreams are like Roddy Doyle's writing. Usually. Like, yours have all these scenes that completely make sense, in the context of you. It's hard to find symbolism in them because they seem just like things you'd do in real life. And yet they're weirdly juxtaposed, so that if there's a hidden meaning, I suspect it's in the juxtaposition. Like, you thought that there was something you had left to finish, and then you see Brendan. *significant look*
Right so... I had one of my more cogent, but less reality-based, dreams on Saturday night. A really vivid dream that I had gotten a job working at Charles Xavier's school (as seen in X2), as a literature teacher (probably prompted by the fact that I was the only person in the audience Friday night who guffawed loudly on seeing Magneto reading The Once and Future King).
And there were a couple of scenes where I was telling kids about books, and one scene where one of the kids had gotten hurt pretty badly in an accident with one of the other kid's powers (I worried that the second kid would start having hangups about using her power).
And then there was a scene where I was in an office with big bookshelves on three walls and a big old desk, just like I've always wanted, but there were only a couple of boxes of books next to the desk and a stack of papers; and Nightcrawler came in and asked if I wanted help putting my books on the shelves, and I got all upset. I think I was afraid that Xavier was going to send me home because nobody could figure out what my mutant power was. (...The funny part was that I think Nightcrawler was speaking in German, and I could understand him, which is where I got my idea for the superpower I'd like to have :
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Post by Rue on May 5, 2003 17:48:09 GMT -5
*does a bit of research* An Irish writer, I should have known. My library has a few of his books, so is there any one you recommend more than the others?
Okay, that makes sense. So instead of looking at all of the small details in my dreams, I should look at the main ideas of each scene, and see how they connect when the main ideas are fit together. I'll try that.
For the past two nights Gen has been sleeping in my bed. Each night I woke up either once or twice, and I remembered a very small dream. Like those ones where something's written on a piece of paper or said to you, and it's just one line but it's so important. Both of them were messages I was supposed to tell Gen, or I wanted to tell her. I'd wake up, but I was too lazy to reach over her to write them down in the dark, so I forgot them. But I think one had to do with Jack or something. So when I woke up and Gen said, "Jack posted (here)" I answered, "I know." because in one of the dreams I'd woken up with the sense that he had posted.
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Post by j.s.p. on May 5, 2003 18:34:55 GMT -5
Whoa. Now people are dreaming about me? This is a bit...strange. No matter. It's kinda flattering. It just shows that you're a bit...weird. ;D
=Jack (May I someday be the man my dog thinks I am.)
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Post by Rue on May 5, 2003 19:27:44 GMT -5
I don't think I actually dreamt of you, Jack, just of a post by you. Gen and I were joking around a lot last night before we went to bed, and I think yours and Nialle's were the last posts I read.
Sometimes though, I'll have a dream about someone, and that person will be just off to the side of my vision. Does anyone else get distinctive feelings of where an object appears in your brain? Right now I'm looking at random things on this desk, and there's a mug, and that feels like it's on the right middle of my brain. But the cell phone is sort of middle bottom. (Notice: This is better evidence than a dream to show that I'm weird.)
Anyway, if I did see a outline-ish shape of you, it was on the top left, very very left. But that might have been a memory or a thought of mine which didn't have to do with the dream at all.
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Post by Calantha on May 7, 2003 20:58:39 GMT -5
I had a dream today while I was taking a nap (yes, naps are now my favourite things in the world) and it was, I think, the first TD dream I have had.
I was sitting at my desk typing a post on here...I'm not sure what it was about, just a post I suppose, and then my pup came into the door and he was all sickly and so I ended up asking KoNeko what I should do about my dog. And then I was waiting for an answer and while I was doing that I was on the phone with my mother who told me that we were going to Canada because they thought the atmosphere here was making me ill and that the doctors said I had to move because it was life threatening and so I finally got an answer to my dog problem, and KoNeko said that I needed to give him yogurt.
Okay...so I think I dreamt about my dog because at one point I said that things could get worse and my dog could die. I guess I thought of KoNeko because of the euthanasia thread and about how her mouse was sick? And then we were going to Canada because...well, I'm not sure, maybe I just like Canada? And then I've been sort of under the weather lately, so maybe I was thinking about that? And maybe I just really like yogurt and I feed my hamster yogurt balls when he is good?
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Post by Will on May 9, 2003 20:41:22 GMT -5
Hmmm...Couldn't certain objects or conditions in dreams represent something else? What I mean by this is if you dream of being sick, do you have to be sick in real life to be dreaming that you are? Most of my dreams don't reflect to what's happening to me in real life. ...At least, I don't think so... It's more of an extension. -Realizes that she is confusing herself-
Let's see...I remember having a dream that I was in my garden and I was kneeling next to my little strawberry patch. I examined the strawberries and they were a lovely shade of red ...juicy looking too... Does that dream mean that I'm wishing that my strawberries in the backyard would grow into fine, edible fruits? ((I have never had any strawberries grow so beautifully like in my dream)) Or perhaps they just symbolize something else?
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Post by En on May 10, 2003 10:24:56 GMT -5
Well, your head takes its images from your life, because those are the easiest pictures to put in your sleeping mind. But usually, the things you're thinking, what you're doing, the way the scenes are put together, or what you feel about what you see give you clues to other things you might be thinking about.
Like, I often have dreams that I can fly, right? Only sometimes I can't quite get off the ground enough to save myself from the "bad guys." This one's pretty obvious -- I know that I can do something special, but I have a fear of failure.
So, how you felt about your strawberries might tell you something about what you're thinking right now. Did you look at them and think, "I have raised a good crop this year, yay me"? or "Obviously these have been enchanted by an evil witch" or what?
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Post by Will on May 10, 2003 15:29:23 GMT -5
Enchanted strawberries? No. Yay me? Not quite right either... I remember just feeling astounded and dazed in a way. I don't usually expect any at all because the pesky insects get to them be for I even get a chance to see them turn red. After the dream I had ran to the strawberry patch to see if it was true. Sadly, there were no beautiful red berries waiting for me. They just a few white ones and half eaten ones... Very disappointing. Perhaps my dream was just wishful thinking?
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Post by En on May 11, 2003 12:52:51 GMT -5
In the broad sense, yeah. Probably there's something, or maybe several things, that you want to see happen, but somehow you're getting frustrated; and so your brain just wanted you to know that you want to see something work out.
*tries to be less confusing* Maybe you've been working really hard on something, and for whatever reason, something's stopping you from getting the results you want.
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Post by Rue on May 12, 2003 12:42:38 GMT -5
I had a wonderful dream. There wasn't really anything special about it, but I woke up from it feeling so great. So... I'm going to also post the dream I had before that one. Because of the sequence of events thing.
Okay, I was in a play with 4 other people. We practiced our lines and songs, then it was our turn to perform it. We were only performing in front of our class and the teacher (Mr. Klastow, my old history teacher) and when I went up to the stage I passed Brendan. I only just remembered that part now, but it felt like we were friends. He was in the front or second row.
Two of the other people in our play weren't there. One of the other people (Emily who I remember from school as being very weak and timid) ran back stage to check the script quickly. She said a line quietly. I said she'd have to say it louder so they could hear, then asked her if she could check the script for my next line, so I could get a start. She did and told it to me, but I had absolutely no idea what the rest of my lines were. We got near the front of the stage and started making up lines as we went, but there were only two of us doing it since the other person was sorta cowering near the back of the stage.
I looked up at Mr. Klastow and said, "Yeah, we're really bad because two people didn't show up. Should we just do the song?" He nodded, since the song was apparently the most important part. I asked Emily which song she wanted to do (I think we had three) and she said You Stay Here by Richard Shindell. She and I started singing, but she was good. I kept stopping my voice to listen to hers and stare baffled at Mr. Klastow. But when he looked back at me I had to start singing again, so I tried to do more of a backup singing. Then the two people who hadn't showed up came through the door and said they'd been wanting to make a grand entrance, so they hadn't arrived on time.
Awesome Dream: I was in a girl's apartment with her. She had brown hair sorta the length of mine, and she had two dogs walking around. There were also two of her friends in the other room, watching a movie and laughing.
The girl was actually around Nialle's age. And when I was in her apartment I got reminded that the apartment used to be Nialle's, but then s/he moved downstairs. The apartment building was big, and the girl had a lot of friends who just popped in without knocking. Becuase the girl had dogs which could be adopted, and people kept coming to look at them.
Me and the girl were in a room talking. I think this is the part where I asked why so many people kept coming to her house, and she said they came to look at the dogs. I pointed out that I had only seen two dogs, so she walked me into a differnet room which had a door to a lawn. There were 5 or 6 dogs out there. She said that the company who gave them to her said that more of them would find homes if they gave her more or something.
Both of us were getting increasingly tired. She said she wanted to take a nap, and I had just been thinking the same thing. I was sort of worried about asking her if I could sleep in her bed though. But I did trust her, I just wasn't sure if she trusted me. So I asked and said, "Do you want to take a nap for maybe an hour or so, and both of us could sleep in your bed, like sisters?" She laughed and said she was thinking of taking one longer than an hour and she wasn't sure if the bed would be too cramped for me. I answered that I have a twin-sized bed, so nothing is too cramped.
We were setting about making food to put next to the bed in case we woke up. She handed me a stack of tortillas while she found some salsa. We moved into another room, and the bottom tortilla which I was holding in my hand started seperating. It was breaking in half longways, so in the end it would have been two very thin tortillas. I asked her for a plate or something, but she hadn't heard me correctly, and instead said, "Bless you." as if I'd sneezed.
She pulled a stool looking thing out of a closet, and it had three rungs on it. She put a different bowl of salsa on each rung, but got caught up in watching a movie. It was on a little tv in the kitchen. There were two girls with short brown / black hair, cropped to just below their ears. They were wearing frilly dresses kids wore fifty years ago. (The movie might have even been black and white.) Then out of the house next door had come a girl who looked almost exactly like them, only in an old, dark, torn dress. She saw them and ran to them. When they were standing right next to each other there was no mistaking that they were sisters. She said that now she could visit them every day since she knew they existed. Her two sisters said that was silly and that she could live with them. And the girl said, "Okay... if Papa goes travelling again, could I visit Europe with him?"
I thought it was pretty goofy that she agreed to live with them because she might be able to go travelling to Europe. And that girl also reminded me of the dogs- hidden away in her house for whatever reason.
Random events which've happened to me which might be significant: On Saturday morning I went to the NFS picnic, and saw a few of my old friends, but not anyone I really wanted to see. Brendan wasn't there and Marie was taking her riding lessons.
On Saturday night I went to a production of Oliver. Some boys' choir was putting it on, and we know one of the kids who was in the play really well. He got the lead roll as Oliver, but there were four Olivers who each got to do one play, so he wasn't in this one. But after the play the Director went up on stage and said, "I know a lot of [Theophilus's] family is here, so, come here Theophilus, we're going to treat you to a song." Theophilus sang really well. Awesomely well. He did the song which went, "I'd do anything for you". The girl who had done the girl part in the play did it here too, and then the Director sang the part of the person who'd supported all of the boys.
2: I've been sleeping in Gen's room for the past two nights, because I just conk out once I lie down on her floor. She was playing a mix cd on repeat, and I bet you anything You Stay Here was on it. *asks Gen* Yeah, it was. Songs have been entering my dreams a lot lately.
3: The girl who I was in the apartment with... I don't know. I wanted to just fall asleep in her bed with her, companionably. But I think that later on, like in a few months, I'd want to date her, even though I'm straight. It got me really confused.
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