What did you dream last night?

I was staying at a house I've never seen in real-life, a very vertical house built on the bank of a ravine. I was slightly younger and with, I think, a girl and guy my age--I can't recall now if they were actual people in my life. There was a fire in the house that left black stains everywhere, on the walls and ceilings. I think the guy might have died. Anyway, the intriguing part--if you will--of this dream was that the girl, upon entering the burned house, started screaming in terror, because using some extra sense she discovered that the fire was still there. Not burning, per se, and we couldn't see it, but it was a living entity still in our midst that could strike again at any time.

I had a dream I was floating around in a home made hot air balloon.

Then I woke up, realizing I had crawled up into my attic.

There were people shrieking downstars, something about a fire.

I decided to stay put so I wouln't get hollered at.

not to mention him saying over and over 'An' a one- an' a two...'
(My mom used to make us watch it every Saturday night - I think she actually did have a crush on Lawrence Welk).
I'm gonna be laughing all day about that image.

Last night I dreamed that my friend was helping me move and we were cleaning out my house and she opened this door that I thought was a closet - it always had been a closet - but it was a whole different and beautiful room that I'd never discovered the whole time I'd been living in that house. I have that dream a lot- that's one of my recurring theme dreams.
I'm not moving though, so I don't know why I had it last night.

An unconscious sense of unrealized possibilities maybe.

Good morning, all, except for you Brits who, about now, are sitting down to lunch.

Last night I dreamed about ....... dreams. That's right, a kind of circular middle-night existence, but there is more. There they are, my brain and mind, working away at making dreams about dreaming with all the appropriate out of wackness but with some realness too. It was actually quite vivid. I would have a dream in the dream, get up out of bed, write it all down on this computer and then, as it says on all the shampoo bottles, repeat.

This went on for about four dreams and then suddenly some other part of me got the joke.

I began watching myself having a dream about having a dream and I started to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. I laughed so hard I woke myself up.

"That was so funny." my mind said to me.
"Yes," I said, "Let's do that again."
But some other dreams showed up. None of them worth reviewing.

Joe(on the cool side of the pillow)Nation

Interesting, Joe!

I had a cool dream last night. Well, parts of it were cool. I was with my first boyfriend (we started dating around 25 years ago!). We were not getting along well and in the process of breaking up (had just seen a break up movie). But, here's the cool part: I was fixing up an old mustang or some such muscle car. I remember specifically, taking off the hood and doing something to it before putting it back on. I have VERY vivid imagery about how the hood clasped onto the frame of the car. I had to take the windows out of the car and needed to find a tarp to put over the whole mess because it was getting dark and starting to rain. There was so much more I wish I could remember. The car was dark blue.

There's something comforting nowadays dreaming about old boyfriends. They're just so removed from my waking existence, the dream couldn't be more safe and harmless.

I'd been moaning and groaning to myself lately because my dreams have not been memorable of late and I hadn't taken part in this thread for quite awhile. And then this morning, I had a doozy of an interesting dream.

My brother and I were both adults but still living with my mother in her home. Another brother who, in reality, lived with Moms until she died was nowhere in the dream and my mother was never actually in the dream either. Just her house, which was strange in itself since, as a city dweller residing in apartments all of her adult life, she had never owned a house.

Anyway, in my dream my brother and I became acquainted with some people down the street who hosted a small gambling party out of their home. Friends came over and played poker and rolled dice and such and perhaps the host took a small cut of the winnings but my brother got the idea of expansion and opened an actual casino in my mother's basement. I came in one day and there were dozens of strangers mulling about playing poker and blackjack and there was the element of drugs and danger and it was clear that what he was doing was not cool nor safe. I waited until most of the people were gone before approaching him and he and I got into an argument about what he was doing. I tried to tell him how dangerous it was, inviting strangers into our home, and what could happen. "They could find you with your throat slit and the house burned to the ground," I said to him. His defense was my naivete and so-called refusal to see life realistically (which he tries to pull on me from time to time to this day, in reality). And then the strangest thing happened. One of the guests, a transsexual Puerto Rican with a full mustache and big breasts, jumped into our argument and tried to defend my brother's actions but I wasn't having it and I told this character to back off and stay out of our business. I didn't ask for his opinion and wasn't interested in hearing it.

I woke up with my brother and I still arguing about the appropriateness of him using our mother's house as a betting parlor.

He and I spoke to one another on Friday evening, the night before, and there was a bit of unpleasantness during the conversation, touching on a tender subject, but nothing concerning our mother, so where all of this came from I have no idea.

Cool, I say, only half kidding.

You think? It was so strange and I wanted to mention it when chatting with my brother on the phone this afternoon but, decided not to bring it up. I didn't know what it might touch off and our relationship, altho' close, has always been slightly volatile.

I don't think I'd mention it. Yet, anyway, until you work it through.

I'm not your average dream believer. I'm of the biochemical waste or dispersion faction with the idea that as the figments sail on by , we give them meaning. On the other hand, I've never had truly horrid dreams. I attribute this to years of spaghetti, with garlic and chile providing small fires.

But I think how we attribute dreams' biochemistry with photos does matter, and maybe the loosening of the images to the screen does.

I've had a few complex ones recently that I wanted to report, but forgot as I was remembering. I suppose I need a scratch pad by the bed.

That's what they recommend.

Yeh, but my nature is to prefer a book.

How about a book AND a notepad?

Nods. I suppose I should. My experience is that I do remember the ones that seem to matter/were latest on the screen while seeming important, for a bit. It's those that got away..

I do recount dreams to myself in some kind of amazement at the show, at least sometimes. I continue to subscribe to the time for throwaway theory.

I tend to run across stuff from years past.

Last night I dreamed I was driving down a straight highway with amazing fall foliage on either side. Trees were in beautiful shades and spaced perfectly, everything was just so and at its peak. It was a car where you could let the car steer itself, and I remembered in the dream I had bought it so that I could sleep while driving and have less stress in my life. So, in the dream, I closed my eyes (there's a neat trick, eh?) but then realized, duh, the scenery is beautiful, you should look at it, and opened my eyes in the dream. Saw a few more seconds of foliage before I woke up.

Sounds like you are on your way with your eyes open.

I had one of those vision-as-I-fall-asleep things last night. I think I have described them here before; they aren't the dreams which come with sleep. As I am drifting off, not asleep, still conscious of the bed covers and the sounds of the winds outside, I see and hear things.
Last night it was a man shouting about something. He was standing in a warehouse doorway and was very angry at someone. I was viewing him from above, as if I was seeing the scene from a second or third floor window.
Then I feel asleep and he was gone.

Joe(darndest things)Nation

He was probable an Aculpulco Gold vendor Joe.

So it was a flashback to 1969?

Joe(right after 1968, there is a gap in the fossil record.)Nation

Goodie. I had a long, cinematic dream last night. I'm not sure where to start except to say that there was a house by water. A lake or the ocean, I am not sure, but it was large and being repaired or restored. I was supposed to go there and get things ready for some kind of family get together.

Let's see. There was a large hurricane fence all around the property and I was supposed to bring an old motorcycle inside the compound and figure out where to put it where, if the kids played on it, they wouldn't fall off over the wall (???) I brought the motorcycle inside only to find three men looking at the house. They were not workers but tourists or gawkers or something. I asked them to leave and they reluctantly did but only after asking me about the repairs. I didn't tell them anything. I wasn't sure that I knew.

I was also supposed to get on the bus that goes by the place because my sister told me the bus driver serves this great soup or stew every Sunday and that I should get some.

(aren't dreams great?)

Well, the bus came and I got on and rode for awhile and the bus driver said "Hey, go in the back and get you (that's a quote) some food." I went back thinking I would get some of the stew but I suddenly found myself in this large space like a kitchen (am I still on the bus? yes.)

There are hot dogs cooking in a toaster oven, but no stew. There are several bowls of what looks like bread with lots of nuts and raisins rising and (OK. this is weird) a bush, like a rhododendron, with lumps of dough on each on it's branches.

The bus driver came in and told me he was trying to figure out a better way to protect the bushes and shrubs from winter frost. Said he was tired of having to go out and spray water on them to keep them from freezing. I said I didn't think that worked anyway. He said "Sure does." and he was kind of upset that I thought it didn't.

I was about to bet him that it was harmful. (I was even thinking up how we would do the experiment. Water some bushes, ignore others, compare results) when I awoke.

There you go. My little brain sure had fun with this one.
Joe(This space awaiting renovation)Nation

I never remember dreams, and I don't remember much of this one. It was nice though and is sticking with me. It was rather literal. I was in some sort of social situation -- a family gathering perhaps, though I don't think the "family" was any family I actually know. An old friend of mine showed up, to my relief, in the dream. (It was a welcome surprise.) After greetings, I went about continuing with the gathering, with him right by my side (literally, sides touching). This was really reassuring and comforting. I woke up in a good frame of mind. (The reassurance/ comfort/ support was what stuck.)