I was talking to my sister about a bicycle trip she took to Rutland VT. (She never has) and she showed me this little map on a piece of wood that one of the locals had drawn for them to help get them through to the next town.
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I am in some kind of class, I don't know what kind but I am supposed to make a report of some trip I have been on and I think "I'll go to Rutland."
I get out the little piece of wood (I have it?) and place it on a map of Vermont to try to match up the route.
I am not making much progress because the map is shaking and then I realize I am on a bus, a big one, going, I think, to Rutland.
Joe(never been to Rutland in my life)Nation
OMG!
I was dreaming of an A2K gathering in the midwest (OK or MO or somewhere). Eva, Thomas, Shewolf, sozobe, Joe and a bunch of others were there. We were at the end of the gathering and going our seperate ways. We were in a car talking about departure routes, where each of us needed to go, when I realized there were too many of us to actually be in the car that we were all in so I changed my dream and made it a bus.
I don't remember you mentioning Vermont, though, Joe.
i was having naughty dreams
I haven't been sleeping well or dreaming very much lately, so last night's deep sleep and long movie was a wonder.
I stopped in a gift store, a kind of Pier One with all the products in boxes, because I wondered if they had designer condoms. (Hey, it's a dream, stop asking why.) Anyway, I go up to ask one of the staff the question and I am a little embarrassed about it and they can tell that and soon all five of the women salespeople are gathered in front of me waiting for me to ask my question.
(We keep getting interrupted by other things and people and the timing of the interruptions is making me laugh and I say "You couldn't write better comedy than this for television." and one of the women says " This is funny?")
Anyway, it turns out they do not have condoms, but the manager says she thinks it would be a good idea especially if they were in some kind of nice decorated box which is when Bob Dylan comes in.
Bob sits down at a long table and the rest of us join him. He is talking about music and asks if we had ever heard the words "And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave... ." ? and I say "Sure." He looks at me.
I say "It's from 'The First Time Ever I saw Your Face.'.
And then we are talking about Folk Music and when was the first time I had ever heard a particular song, "Mary's Little Baby. The answer was that I had heard Joan Baez sing it with Bob Gibson at Newport. And Bob asked if I knew where she had gotten it from and I said something about Ludlow or maybe Carl Sandburg.
I said we had really done a pretty good job of saving our folk music by recording it and Bob Dylan laughed and handed me this large recorder/phone and had me put the earphones on and listen.
The music was muffled and not easy to follow and then the phone started ringing but Bob said they would pick it up in the other room. A woman next to me said she was jealous of me because she had tried to buy that particular phone but that it was only for special people. I told her it didn't belong to me and she felt better.
Then I realized I was late for work and had to go right then that started a whole other dream about not wanting to go to work.
Joe(I don't remember what I did with Bob's phone.)Nation
And you think I dream entire novels!
Y'know, Joe...sometimes the only way I can tell the difference between your dreams and your real life stories is by your inclusion of celebrity names.
(Well, usually.)
Did I ever tell you guys about my serial dream?
I keep dreaming that Hubby and I are back in our first house (the one Joe remembers.) The basic plot goes like this...the new owner is out of town...we stop by to visit the neighbors who are still friends and discover that nobody's home at our old house...we find a way in...we stay...we start bringing things over...I am nervous about all this, but Hubby blithely refuses to leave, saying we can always leave as soon as we hear someone coming...the neighbors rarely see us, but know us, so they assume we have permission...at end, new owner returns, finds us in house, we make up excuses and get out before she knows anything...return to current house wondering if cats are still alive after weeks of neglect...(always wake up then.)
It's a nerve-wracking dream, because I'm always on edge all the way through it, expecting to be caught at any moment.
In some variations, we are caught and the police take us away. Or we have to explain making major modifications to the house/property. Or something goes horribly wrong at the house that we can't cover up.
Anyhow, this has been going on and on and on for several years now. Last Christmas I actually told the new owner (IN REAL LIFE!) about this silly dream at a party we both attended! I DID!!! We laughed for a good ten minutes. Then...this is the funniest part...she gave me permission to check on the house anytime she's gone. "Oh, great!" I said. "Now this dream will NEVER end!!!"
The latest installment was just the other night.
This time, she had been gone for 8 months, and no one knew where. Everyone had just about given up on her ever returning. The house had been vacant for the entire time. The furniture had been moved out, and everything that was left was piled into huge piles in the dining room. Of course, Hubby and I took it upon ourselves to go into the house and start looking for clues. I decided to sort through the dining room piles. We agreed I should throw away anything that seemed to be junk.
It was an impossible jumble...old photos, stamps, old mechanical parts, broken kitchen utensils, paperwork (some in foreign languages), old costume jewelry with parts missing... Box after box after box. I spent days going through it all, sorting it into "keep" and "throw away" piles. Somehow, the dining room kept growing, and the piles of boxes kept getting taller and taller. Finally, I was finished. Only 5-6 boxes of "keepers" remained.
I went to ask Hubby what we should do with them, and I found him remodeling the bathroom! "What do you think you're doing?!" I asked, and he said everything would have to be replaced. After hitting a stopping point in the kitchen, he said, he had decided to start on the bathroom. "WHAT?!" I ran to the kitchen. Yep, it was torn up, too.
This time, the neighbors came in and helped us. They had given up on the new owner ever returning, too.
Still, I was nervous.
Last night I had two dreams and I remember both of them. The first one I was hanging from a pole (by my hands) that was suspended above the ground and I was a contestant in a game in which three people had to hang from this pole while they played a song and the first person who recognized the song had to drop from the pole, hit the ground running and ring this bell and say the title of the song.
Well, I kept knowing the songs, but I was too afraid to drop and I was getting really frustrated bwcause I was thinking to myself, 'how can these people drop without breaking an ankle or something?' I felt like a chicken and I knew I was gonna lose - even though I knew all the songs.
But I was kind of enjoying hanging there - I felt relaxed like I could hang there forever listening to the music - the only stressful part was that I knew the answers but I was gonna lose in spite of it (I can get pretty competitive - apparently even in my dreams).
The second one was I was in my car and I was stopped at a stoplight and this car rearended me. I jumped out and was all upset ready to yell, 'what the hell...?!' and then I saw it was a little old man so I just walkked over and told him not to worry about it.
ive been blackout drinking for like a week straight.
what i thought was a dream was actually happening.
Eva: I love that serial dream, if I could remember the name of my psyche in Tulsa, she could tell you how to let your mind work it through. (Beverly?) I should call her. I have a question about someone she called Fredrick Pearls or Purls who wrote about understanding your dreams.
I must have the name wrong because I cannot find out anything on him.
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Aidan: Fascinating scenarios....what a mind you've got there!
OGIONIK: I can't drink anymore unless I want to be awake at 3AM. Isn't that the oddest effect of alcohol? It's mine.
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Last night's dream was all about whether I wanted to eat the steak in the refrigerator with eggs in the morning OR slice it really thin and put some on a bagel for lunch. There was a long debate going on in my head over these two options and I was very disappointed this morning when I looked in the refrigerator and remembered that I didn't have a steak. Or eggs.
Joe(I did have a bagel. It's an everything. I'm eating it now.)Nation
Oh uh, Uh oh, The Lost Customer Order Dream. Apparently, one of the local churches (which just ordered a lot of red cedar mulch. um. This is a NYC Church Farm?) entered my dream in the form of the nice lady office person inquiring when the 4000 black piano stools were arriving and how they felt bad because they were not going to be able to pay for them right away and would that be alright?
I don't know because then the dream became as lost as the order which I had no record of.
Joe(maybe tonight)Nation
Quote:Aidan: Fascinating scenarios....what a mind you've got there!
Yeah, I've always have these sort of risk assessment dreams - starting from when I was a kid and I had this recurring scary dream in which I saw my dad walking down the sidewalk from one direction, whistling and totally unaware that at the same time this really scary guy was walking toward the house from the other direction and I was the only one in the house with the door locked and I had to figure out how to warn my dad and open the door to let him in without letting the guy in or before the guy hurt my dad.
I've been having that dream since I was about five years old - I have no idea why - I've never, ever had to protect my father - but I've always had it about my father -not my mother, not my friends or siblings or even my own children...but my dad - who is the last person I've ever felt that I'd be the one who would need to protect HIM - he's always protected me -weird.
This game dream I think reveals a lot about my nature - I'm kind of adventuresome but never to the point of actual danger or harm to myself - and sometimes I get frustrated that I might be missing out because beneath my adventurousness is a really solidly bedrock core of pragmatism that probably holds me back unnecessarily from things I'd like to do sometimes.
Joe - where is your hardware store? Is it in Manhattan? I'm gonna be in the city one last time before I leave for England- on Monday - and I'd love to come by and just say hi. I've always enjoyed your presence and writing on this forum and would like to tell you that in person.
No pressure, if it'd feel awkward for you - don't feel obligated- but if you want to and you'll be there on Monday, you could pm me the address and I'll stop by - I wouldn't distract you from your work - just five minutes to say hello -I always do sort of a marathon walk around Manhattan from Central Park to the Village- so it might be easy to work it in.
i dreamt i was screwin the girl i hella liked, but when it came to oral she didnt get me back.
thats a sign.
in the words of ryan adams
"TWO OF US TOGETHER, BUT ONLY ONE OF US IN LOOOOVEE"
I dreamed I was living in a terribly scary post-apolyptic world, which initially appeared quite benign, but which I knew was about to explode into an all out resources struggle, which would be terribly violent.
I couldn't get the people I was holed up with to "get" this.....woke up exhausted and tense!!!
I hope last night was better sleeping and dreaming, D.
For myself, I shut my eyes at 10:15pm and it was a blackout until 5:31AM when I got up to go run before it hits 80 degrees F. (It's 6:16 and 77F at the moment.)
I should have told here my sleep experience of last Friday night, although it's not a dream, it's, I think, instructive as to what is going on inside that electrified mush while we are sleeping.
I took my best friend out to dinner for her birthday. Lovely meal on the Hudson in New Jersey at a place called La Jardin in Edgewater. I walked across the George Washington Bridge from my apartment to get there. Beautiful night, wonderful food and company until I reached for my AMEX card. It wasn't where it is supposed to be in my wallet.
Hmm.
Later. I looked everywhere after I walked home. On my desk. In my workpants. On my bureau. I took my wallet apart. I looked in my workpants again. I sat quietly thinking about where I could have left it.
(I called the restaurant Mrs. Nation and I went to on Wednesday before she took off on her trip to see friends in Utah.) (Nope) I flew around the apartment in a frenzy (okay, more like anxious frustration.) for about 30 minutes.
And then I went to bed and fell asleep.
About three am, I wake up and hear a voice saying: "It's in the running shorts you wore to work on Thursday."
"Who's that?" I said.
I went to work on Saturday morning. Reached for the shorts (Um . I keep running stuff in several places in case the mood strikes me.) dipped my hand in the right hand pocket and there 'twas.
Sweet.
My brain had apparently been going back over my intinerary and realized that Thursday morning at Starbucks, instead of putting the card back in my wallet, I did something I never do, put it in my pocket. Such an odd thing for me to do.
I like to get those audio emails from my inner mind.
Joe(such a good friend and companion it is.)Nation
I watched Memento with Dasha last night. The movie, for those who don't know, is full of mystery. It focuses on this guy with no short-term memory and moves backwards by scene to until you figure out some important details. It left a lot unstated.
My dream last night featured the main character from Memento - well, the guy looked like him. He was a little weird like him too. But, not scary. We were on the cape, driving around doing what ever dream people do and there was a second woman. We were (we girls) trying to figure the guy out. I was deciding whether I wanted to sleep with him. I guess she was too. Because, when we arrived at my parents' place on the cape, they were unexpectedly at home. We were trying to figure out why (they're traveling) when the guy split the house. When we figured out where he was heading, me and the other woman looked at each other, grabbed our coats and went to find him.
We saw that movie. Can't remember the lead actor's name tho.
I don't have nightmares very often. Once in a blue moon. But I had one last night.
I was a teenager in my bedroom back home in Chicago. It was late at night and the house was in total darkness. A man had broken in and he got into bed with me. There was no struggle, no violence, but he had a pair of scissors and I somehow got the scissors from him and stabbed him repeatedly. There was no blood and not a sound was made. i got up and went to my mothers' room and in the dark, i could see that the room was ransacked and my mother was sprawled out on the bed. I could only make out her shape but I couldn't scream, couldn't speak. I reached out, taking her arm, and I can still feel her skin. Warm and soft. And then I woke up. I was making some sort of noise, moaning or something, and I was horror struck. Where in the hell did that even come from???
It was 6am. I made myself go back to sleep. Didn't want the dream to disrupt my flow. But it scared the **** out of me.
