What did you dream last night?

Hi Joe! I've been around off and on. We just haven't ran into each other! But it's good to see you!

And speaking of dreams.... I am reminded of another one I had one time. In this dream, I was all alone in a place that was not familiar to me. I was trying to find somebody to help me get out of this building because I had cut my finger BADLY. No one to help me and I couldn't get the bleeding to stop. I remember thinking in the dream that my finger will have to be cut off because I had no feeling in it and I thought it was dead. When I woke up I was definitely glad it was a dream!

Later on in the early afternoon ( I had forgotten all about the dream by now) ...... I was cleaning my kitchen. I cut the index finger of my left hand with the serrated edge of a long bread knife. They have pearl handles and I would wipe them down when I cleaned because I didn't want to put them in my dishwasher for fear the hot water would hurt the handles. And I didn't want them collecting dust. (heaven forbid! I was a fanatical house cleaner and have since learned better! :wink: ) Anyhow, I slid my finger right across the top of that serrated edge ...right down to the bone.

Nobody around but me of course! Blood pouring out of that finger so fast and hard that before I could get myself out the door and to my car, the towel I had wrapped around my hand was soaked through and the blood was just dripping. I knew I needed stitches and I knew I needed to drive myself to the Urgent Care Center.

Long story short.....it took more than stitches. Almost 3 hours of surgery on it and 3 months of physical therapy. I had cut both tendons that allow you to bend or straighten the finger plus damaged the nerve. I had a 3rd degree injury to it. I don't really understand that kind of injury but the knife went into me at an angle instead of straight, making the injury worse than it might have been. Doc told me after surgery that it was bad and that I might not get use of that finger back, in which case it would be deformed enough that amputation might be the best thing. I was fortunate to have one of the best therapists around for that kind of injury and it's all healed up now except that I have no bend in the tip at the first joint and the finger is always cold. But I can make a fist and use it just like I could before the injury. Well, for the most part anyhow. To look at the hand it looks perfectly normal.

That dream was almost like a warning. If I hadn't dismissed it and forgotten about it ...... I might have been much more careful ceaning that day.
Weird

I love how the brain puts in all the details in order to make the dream seem real.
The police car/SUV is parked haphazard. Of course it is. This is some kind of emergency.
Hubby is away. Of course he is. How convenient.
Frogs attack.
.......
Well, it doesn't always fit to make the dream seem real.

Physicists and psychics share one subject of conversation, though independently most of the time, and that is time. How did Brooke's mind foresee the injury? Does the arrow of Time only go in one direction?

Well, if the fabric of space can be stretched, why not Time? Why can't a couple a billion of our gluons race forward in the Higgs Ocean, catch a snapshot of next Tuesday and return to tell us?

Joe(betcha you can tell what I've been listening to while on a run.)Nation

Our local postmaster is a bit of a fussbudget--but the mail gets delivered on time. I had gone to the post office to pick up my mail and found him dithering about a backlog of undelivered packages in the back room.

He opened a door and a hip high assortment of bulky envelopes and small boxes of all colors came slithering out.

He told me that he'd urged Washington to consider implementing the zip code system with color codes according to the origin and destination of packages, but Washington was not listening.

May this be a snapshot of next Tuesday. I'd like to be admiring other peoples' problems by next Tuesday. I'd also like to be able to count on the delivery of the books I ordered.

I dreamed i got to my gig and couldn't find anything... all my necessary cables were missing from my cable bag everything in a mess... I think that's because I was so busy last week that my house is a wreck and the last thing I thought about before i went to sleep that was I would have to finish cleaning first thing when i got up but I had other things business related to do as well and something was going to have to suffer...sp I'm posting here and both things are suffering..

I dreamed I was making dinner in some unknown house and had a small potato in my left hand that I had washed and was about to peel. I heard a chittering sound and followed it to a window that was open (but with the screen down) and there were three blonde squirrels on the window sill. Two were outside the window and the third was on the inside sill. I could see that they had broken through the window screen. I called to RP that we'd have to get them out and close the window. I picked up a piece of garlic bread and threw it at them with my right hand, which got their attention, then I threw the potato, lefty (and for real I am a rightie) and the squirrels all left. We shut the window quickly and then I woke up.

Another long dream last night, traveling (we are going to New Jersey tonight for dinner with a friend) long miles and then, more interestingly I think, we were all swimming in a river. .... for points of some kind.

The conversations I was having with my wife were about whether a certain person would get as many points if she kept getting out of the water every time she saw something fishy swimming.

Joe(We had finished our swim early and were just watching the water.)Nation

I was making chocolate milkshakes with my grandma (who has passed) in her kitchen. We were almost out of ice cream, so she suggested we could make it stretch a lot further and make more milkshakes if we just used milk for some of them.

I actually thought that was a good idea in my dream. I woke up saying to myself "But, then it's not a milkshake, it's just milk. Right?"

As far as seeing into the future, I've actually had deja vu moments a year or better after a dream, only to remember I had dreamed it and it wasn't just deja vu. Homes or places that appeared in dreams as comfortable places that I seemed to know became reality either for myself or someone I knew.

Jes - Remember that and keep an eye on your windowsills.

s(are there such things as blond squirrels or were they wearing Marilyn Monroe wigs?)quinney

I was in some office type building, with others, and chopping carrots on a cutting board.

I looked up to say something and realized by the pressure I had cut into my index finger.

I looked down, and I'd cut off the finger right where the nail starts, it was hanging on my just the skin of the bottom side of the finger.

I just closed my eyes and kept saying "get me to ER", the building was now a hospital, and next thing, my finger had been reattached, with the tip slightly tipped up.

I thought, "I wonder if it'll look any better when I polish it?"

Most of the dream is gone, now, but some images are still vivid.

I was driving west along one of the local roads. On the north side of the road the hillside, thick with pines and rhodendrons, was still ice covered. On the south side of the road the little stream had become a large stream and was washing across the eastbound lane.

Compared to the dirty ice on the north, the frothy whitecaps looked very cheerful.

I am in a hotel room with my 2 kids and my husband. My husband is watching a basketball game on the TV. For some reason I cannot remember, a gang is angry at us and is trying to get into our room. I am terrified and my kids are terrified. My husband continues to watch the game.

The gang arrives at our door and tries to break in - they manage to unlock the door some how and I am trying to push it shut against them. I scream to my husband to help. He says don't worry and continues to watch the game. I manage to shut the door and bolt everything - I then try to put tables, chairs whatever to block the door. I again ask for help and my husband thinks I am being a worry wart and continues to watch the game.

The gang manages to break in. They start to grab me and force me out. My husband doesn't seem to think anything bad will happen and smiles and continues to watch the game - I scream at them don't touch my children as they at least thankfully only want me and continue to drag me out -

Alarm clock goes off. I get up and belt my husband.

I had to get a shot at the doctor's office for some reason. The office was not very medical looking, more like a corporate board room. Soon I was walking fast with others, some of whom were men I knew, and we were all speeding towards Marshall Fields to hear a concert of ....(I forget). We arrived at Marshall Fields, which turned out to be a giant glassed-in cafeteria in the middle of a large square. Then I woke up.

(Maybe it had something to do with the Automat thread...)

I think we would understand better if we knew what teams were playing.

Joe(ducks)Nation

The local supermarket is opening up an new annex. What used to be a pleasant, open display produce department is now arrange along a maze of builders' plastic curtains.

I was navigating a similar maze--without the produce. The plastic was dusty and the concrete floor was drab and the lighting was both dim and unfocused.

I asked a bystander how much longer we'd be in the maze. The bystander vanished.

I dreamed a whole novel last night. A story fit for a movie full of science and science fiction.....seems a couple wakes up to find a man asleep in a chair in their living room. They call the police, he shows the police ID that he lives there. There is confusion. The neighbors are called. They've not met the couple but have seen them around the place. The man is hauled off.\\\
The next morning the couple wakes up in the living room with the man and the police standing over them. The neighbors are called. Nope, never seen them before, have known Howard for years and years.

They make a break for it out the back door.\\

Joe(damn alarm clock)Nation

Oooh, good one, Joe.

I dreamt my arm hurt. It hurt really badly. It hurt a lot.

I woke up and I was sleeping on it wrong.

...that I lived in a version of the London Underground and there were rats in the toilet.

I was visiting one of our dialysis clinics, and an orthodox rabbi was there to give his approval of our procedures.

The rabbi was black and had dredlocks, but otherwise was dressed like an orthodox rabbi should.

I thought "He'll never approve the heperin, it's made from pork. I wonder if he'll make us keep it in a separate refrigerator now?"

Two vivid dreams this week.

Sunday night I dreamed that I was trying to stop the student I 1:1 with from running away from me. I was trying everything and just ended up chasing after him. We were on a huge, multi-level dock surrounded by water. It didn't have any railings. I was a-panic, especially when I lost sight of him.

All I can remember about the dream I had last night was that I happened upon a cherry tree and the ground below it was covered in fresh, ripe, clean cherries. Yum! One of yesterday mornings spelling words was cherry <-> cherries.

I can't wait for cherry season. And summer.

Aye on the vote for summer to come soon, K.

I had the bicycle dream again last night. Out on the road on a bike, but instead of the pedals turning round and round, my feet were going straight up and down. (My brain trying to make running into biking, I guess.) I was trying to catch up with someone.

Very bumpy, dirt road turned into grassy field, very tall grass, I was worried about coming across snakes but ran into to two people having a private moment

Joe(oops...sorry)Nation

Sounds like someone needs a little nookie!