What did you dream last night?

Ugh. I woke up from this one because I hit the wall above my head with my hand.

My mom and I were in the back seat of an old car. My step dad was driving. My mom began to 'shift'. Her body became rather etheral and strange. The car was stopped. She began to foam at the mouth and make nonsensical statements. I literally opened the door across her etheral form and then pushed her out onto the ground. She got up, spouting more nonsense and ran around the car. By this time my step dad was up in front of it, but he had left the key in the ignition.

I reached in the open window of the passenger door to try and get the keys before my mother could get them but I was too late. She got them. That is when my hand hit the wall and I woke. Ouch!

good one.

Damn. I had a long dream last night and now it is just out of reach.
Maybe it will come to me.
==
Once
while drowning
I saw
just out of reach
the ladder of the raft.

Joe(try not to breathe)Nation

dreamt about having to buy a new , heavy duty clotheline - because the posts had been shifted !
went from store to store ... NO clothesline available until spring .
anyone care to interpret that ?

I don't do interpretations. You report, you decide.

Joe(or ask Fritz)Nation

Usually I don't dream at all and if I do, it's always some weird story. I woke
up around 5 am and when I fell back asleep I dreamt that I parked my new
fire red BMW in a rather small parking garage. It was in L-shape so one could
see all the cars parked there. I went inside to the building (it seemed like a
school) and when I came out some hours later my new BMW was gone. I alerted
everyone and they helped me look for it, but it was nowhere to be found.
In the meantime all people left and the parking garage was completely empty
and I was still standing there completely flabbergasted that my car was stolen.

I don't drive a red BMW, never did. I once had a red VW stolen though.....

What a coincidence Cal. I dreamt last night that I couldn't find a truck I had parked. And I have dreamt of looking for cars as well a good few times. The whole dream always consists of searching. I have had a car stolen as well. And I have searched a giant car park for an hour to find another.

Perhaps our minds are linked in some mysterious way that those nerdy scientists will never fathom. There is said to be an occult power in the order and rhythm of certain types of printed prose. I remember that the first time I responded to one of your posts all those years ago was because of the way you had described a band playing in a park near to where you live. I just search and then wake up.

But I'm never flabbergasted. I take it in my stride as the natural state of things.

Hm, that's unusual indeed, that you had a similar dream the same night.
Have you analyzed your dream?

No. I don't go in for that Cal. It can get nutty. Freud, for example, might have seen your "fire-red BMW" as a phallic symbol and the rather small parking garage as an inappropriate place for it to be in but once lost to be searched out.

It's just a sort of a landscape in which I'm wandering through images and I suppose the search is to provide a purpose to the wandering. To prevent one floating entirely free. One hand waving free is enough.

My truck was loaded with a heavy burden.

My dream last night....

I was with my mom and my soon to be ex, we were walking because our car was not running right. (although the car was right there with us) We came up to a Jack-in-the-Box. The outside sign was not lit up, but I remember having other cars drive up to the order box and then continue through. I was starving hungry so I was trying to convince my mom that we would need to get the car into the drive through lane because they don't serve people on foot. Well after some arguing with her and soon-to-be-ex, my mom somehow got them to make an exception so we didn't have to push the car through. She ordered our food and we walked away.

We then set off to walk back home and there was a small wall which needed to be climbed over. Well, I was so hungry I decided I was going to sit down on the side I was already on and eat. Why wait? So I sit myself down right there, *plop* take out my food and begin to eat. It is then I realize there are about 4-5 kittens playing just along the wall in front of me and I eat a little while watching them play with each other. "Ohhhhhh so cute!"

It was then I realized, just behind me was momma kitty...no not a 'kitty'...a "KITTY, like a full size Tiger. So I know enough about big cats that if the big kitty was angry she could rip me to shreds before I even had a chance to stand up and seeing how she was just inches from me, there was no escaping it, if she decided to.

Lucky for me, soon-to-be- ex, was already over the wall and I slowly...very slowly handed the bag of food upward to him while the KITTY followed her nose to it with great interest. Distracted as KITTY was, I was able to get to my feet and begin the climb over the wall (which now seemed much bigger) KITTY took more interest in playing with my feet as I struggled to climb over.

I paused long enough to avoid the playful long claws that batted at me and waited while the KITTY gained interest in her kittens just a few feet away. I then with much effort (and no help) made it over the top of the wall. I remember thinking. "Phew for having that food to distract her or I never would have gotten away!"

Sometime after that I recall some kids I watched as Nanny and having them perform an earthquake drill where I took them to a 'safe place' and we looked at items which were in their backpacks for survival. Since it was only a drill, we were fine but in the back of mind I wouldn't let the kids near a wall because I knew there was a big KITTY waiting there to snatch at them.

There was a bit more to the 'journey' back to their house which was a fair walk that had some obstacles the children could easily get through but which were tough for me. In the end, I figured out (with help of a stranger) that the obstacle I was trying to fit through could be completely removed.

Hmmmm. still pondering on all that....

I had the Marathon nightmare after the Marathon. Many people report that before a marathon, they will dream that they 1) are at the marathon, but can't find the start line or 2) they are running the marathon and never get to the finish. Mine, or course, was different.

In my nightmare, the rules had been changed so that anyone who wanted to could attack you during the run. Um. Right. I wasn't attacked, but I saw a lot of people who were. People were throwing stones at the runners and mobbing around some of them and beating them down. (Exactly the opposite of what happens on race day.)
That was it. There was no closure to this dream. I just woke up.

Joe(didn't like the feeling one bit)Nation

Perhaps Joe it is your subconscious telling your conscious not to go on marathons. There's no way your body likes marathons.

spendius, the dream analyzer - sometimes you even could be right!

Oh, my body loves marathons. It's my brain that can't keep it from going too fast at the start.
Dreams are hardly ever about what they portray. I like to think it was about chaos going on all about me and, though I was horrified by it all, I remained unhurt.
btw: ran the race this year 36 minutes faster than two years ago.
Joe(out for a run this morning to see the autumn leaves.)Nation

No body loves marathons Joe. Evolution doesn't select that in at the biological level. Your brain is bossing your body. Dreams are the only language your body has apart from aching limbs, blisters and pulled muscles. The latter is designed by evolution if the other two fail to work.

Had one of those dreams where what was going on in my body while asleep seeped into my dreams.

I was sleeping in a position that was causing me back and side pain, and in my dream they translated into menstrual cramps.

I think Joe that it's a sort of mild paranoia breaking through the screen your consciousness puts up to protect its idiotic ideas.

Marathon running and particularly the training are really quite a minority interest. On the other hand they are activities which are in-your-face prominent to the vast majority of folks. And I mean vast. It makes them feel guilty.

So they do have a tendency, in order to assuage the guilt, to take the piss out of marathon runners and you have to admit that it isn't all that difficult to do which assuages the guilt even more and can sometimes make it disappear altogether. (Sorry about the tautology there but it just tripped off my tongue and I didn't edit it because it does add a bit to the emphasis.)

I get that sort of thing on my Evolution marathon so it's nothing to worry about.

As I'm watching the horseracing and the football I haven't the time to take the piss out of marathon running so I invite readers here to take a good look at the next middle-aged wassock puffing past with a haversack full of bricks on his back trying to keep the dreaded entropy at bay.

When I first read this, my initial thought was that it was a metaphor for life - for someone who is fairly fortunately situated...you weren't attacked, but you were aware that a lot of people were...and especially when you used the specific terms that described being 'beaten down' and the fact that there was 'no closure' - because there isn't.

I'm not a professional dream interpreter though- that was just my initial and instinctive thought.

I saw some amazing people running a half marathon today. One guy had one leg and was using one of those thin metal prostheses that are shaped sort of like a crowbar and then there were a lot of older women, I mean like 60 running along. It's a cold, wet, raw day and just the fact that they're OUTSIDE is impressive, but running thirteen miles in this sort of weather- I've gotta hand it to them. I couldn't do it. I could walk it or ride my bike, but nope I couldn't run it. I kept giving them thumbs up and my daughter (we were in the car) said, 'Come on Mom - they're gonna think you think you're Bill Clinton or something.'
Then there was this little girl and I said, 'Look at that girl - she's really young - and look at her out here.' I think it made her a little jealous because she said,'She's older than I am.' Olivia used to be a runner and a very good one but she said, 'I don't miss that feeling - you get to the end and your throat is burning and your legs are all wobbly like jelly'.
But I have to admit, I do admire people who do it. I really do.

(This is real life - not a dream - I haven't had any dreams lately).

In the science of evolution animals in that state get eaten in short order.

Too true, we are easy prey on short distances, but when we are the pursuers, no creature can out last us.
I DO NOT want to turn this thread into one about evolution, but but but, there is good evolutionary evidence that long distance running is one of humanities greatest advantageous skills. No other land animal can run as far and for as long as we can, even our friend, the horse, starts to peter out after an hour or so. Dogs, wolves, lions, etc much sooner than that. (We are slower, but, oh my dears, we are steadfast in pursuit.)
About three million years ago we traded off four feet for two and stood up. Why? What's the advantage? Lung power, greater vision and, because we shed nearly all of our hair over the long (1.2 million years), we gained the ability to sweat on the run. We don't have to pant to cool down our bodies as the hunt goes on. We can run and run and run until a deer or a pig, for examples, simply collapse from overheating.

Hunting in this way did something else for us which I don't think is emphasised enough: the ability to track. In order to track your prey you have to think like it thinks, and think about what it will do next. And do that on the run. That's a big leap in cognitive ability. After that comes being able to tell your fellow hunters what you think is going to happen and get them to react to get a step ahead of the prey. You have to be able to read the hoofprints of a particular animal that you are chasing if it's running with a herd, so you can exhaust that one. Another cognitive leap.
I could go on about how after the hunting there would be sharing of the details of the kill (or the miss) and maybe some sketches in the sand or on a cave wall depicting in symbols what went on. Yep, and our brains learned to read as a result of learning to track and we learned to track in order to make our persistence hunting more efficient.
Now, those middle of the pack (with me) sloggers and joggers and runners in that 13 miler the other day in the rain weren't hunting anything, but they were feeding off the genes we got on the plains of Africa all those years and years ago.

Joe(and that's about all I've got to say about that.)Nation