What did you dream last night?

I had this dream where I had gathered with some friends in a very nice restaurant and we had placed our orders from our booth, which was made of beautifully-crafted mahogany with some exceptional lighting fixtures casting a warm glow on the whole setting. We went to the bar and had a drink while waiting for our food. Later a passing waitress informed us our food was ready and I, being the hungriest of the bunch, was the first one back to the table. I began to consume my food in a rapid fashion and the waitress suddenly appeared again and told me, "I'm sorry that homeless man started to eat some of your meal before I noticed him, but if you want the amount he consumed replaced, free of charge, I will be glad to accommodate you."

I stared at her for a second and then a grubby hand came through the partially opened window and began to grope for my food.

At that point I woke up.

You should have given that homeless guy you saw on the corner yesterday a handout, Gus. Obviously, the guilt is getting to you.

Another epic last night. We were trying to get to my relative's new beach house in a town called Step. (It's actually in a town named Duck, but whatever.) We drove and drove. At one time we were in some construction site and the car got flipped end over end but nothing was damaged.

We couldn't find it even though we were following a map we had from the National Geographic they had sent (My subscription is due.) We stopped at several places but the locals couldn't figure out how to read the map. Finally, I realized that there had been two maps in the magazine, one for the Island of North Carolina and the other for the Islands of Eygpt. (?!?)

Following the right map got us there, but then I had to use my brother-in-law's ATM card to cover our expenses. He inisisted.
The ATM machine kept asking if I wanted to send a Valentine's Card? No.
FLowers? No. Gift Wrap? no..... "Hey," my brother-in-law gasped, "It says this computer is using 100% of it's hard drive!" but that was okay too.

I said I wanted to take a shower before we ate and the dream ended.

Joe(we went down a lot of roads)Nation

We had all just survived some major catastrophic event, and as we gathered in our home to talk about the experience, the house suddently shuddered, tipped over, and fell down into the earth and darkness. I woke up in darkness, wondering if I was down in the hole.

Once again i was in Chicago, on Michigan Avenue, shopping. I have so many dreams that involve shopping in Chicago that I'd really like to know what they mean. Anyway, I was with my best friend and her partner and my friend had asked to borrow a book that i had but i forgot it and offered to buy a copy for her but in the meantime, she was in one store, her partner was having her hair done at a salon down the street and I was in another store, a trendy boutique with beautiful leather handbags. We met up in a restaurant and Gloria's hairstyle was so wacky and completely unlike anything she'd ever do in reality.

Does anyone know what shopping represents in dreamspeak?

If you'll provide a credit card number with expiration date, I should be able to figure out something.

that's okay...

Just last night I had a dream about someone asking me what I dreamt last night...

I dreamed that slappy and I went on a double darte with two beautiful wome... one black one asian.

we had a lovely dinner and over some wonderful cabernet discussed world politics, comparitive religious beliefs and fine art.

at the end of the evening, we dropped the girls off at their apartment gave them each a light and affectionate brush on the lips and exchanged pleasantries for just a moment before then returning to our respective homes and retiring for the evening with the published works of Khahil Ghibran.

I dreamt that I got a dog.

I woke up from the grey velvetty puppy on my shoulder needing to rearrange himself (I don't have a dog now) and went back to sleep to dream of myself and some guy (the cook in Inheritance of Loss?) trying to (catch a train? build a house?). I remembered the dream for a while, but the complicated sequence has vaporized. All that's left is the grey velvet puppy (my pillow?), whose coat resembled that of my former business partner's cat Garcia.







Perhaps the puppy was a weimaraner.

I was trying to rearrange my living room to accommodate a large loom for weaving sailcloth. I woke up before I was successful.

Last night's adventure was a story about me being in charge of keeping a terrorist in a large file drawer. (his legs and arms had been removed in order for him to fit.) There was a lot of anger in this dream
but
there was also a long segment where a group of people in a large bathroom watched a woman shave her legs.

Joe (I didn't get much rest)Nation

he he he

funny reading your dreams.

I dreamt that I overheard somebody telling somebody else that I had really bad breath.

No dreaming last night.

Flat-out, concentrated sleep.

I heard once that we always dream but we just don't always remember them, Noddy. Not sure if that's true or not. Perhaps you were knackered.

Dorothy Parker--

You are probably factually correct, but I've got the market on poetic truth cornered.

In last night's dream I was supposed to be calling my mother to inform her that my younger brother who had been on some kind of business trip had died. There was some confusion in my dream-mind, it couldn't decide if he had been in Ireland or if she was in Ireland. (Neither of them are in Ireland.) Considerable time was spent by me in the dream trying to determine the time difference between where I am and where she was supposed to be. (She's deceased so the dream-mind had a difficult time placing her.)
In the end I didn't make the call, but decided to wait.

Joe(Wait for what was not determined either.)

I thought it was a colloidal suspension but then decided it was a keloidal suspension. Thought that would make a good soundalike thread on a2k. Then I woke up.


Geez, it's even in my dreams.

I had this dream where I was a normal human being contributing to society.

I woke up gasping for breath and sweating like a fat guy on a treadmill.