What did you dream last night?

the dream sounds natural, given what's going on in your life in the last year or so, nothing out of ordinary, and likely nothing that has to do with marathon whatsoever either. why would you not feel a bit vulnerable? that would be strange. and yet, it's a show of strength as well, or perhaps an expression of wonder that you're still running and have not been significantly 'attacked' yourself. either way, it's a good sign. cheers.

There was a woman trying to talk to me about something important, but we were in a group of people. I can't remember if it was a party or we were waiting at Penn Station or something, but I never got what she was trying to say to me.

Joe(just a brief flash and gone)Nation

Two long ones I"ll make shorter.
In the first, I am ina ground floor apartment or a house which looks out at a parking lot. I am alone, cleaning up and settling in for the night. I light some candles. I am relaxed, walking around in my underwear. Suddenly I notice that out in the parking there is a white pick-up truck and someone is in the truck watching me through my windows. (There are two big picture windows.) Whoever it is is wearing a baseball cap and I can't see who it is, but I am immediately afraid and troubled. What have I been doing that I wouldn't want anyone to see? I don't know. I try to remember if any of the women I've have been seeing have husbands with white pick-ups. (This must be a dream from my 30-40s when this sort of thing caused me some problems .... don't ask.)
ANYway I pull the drapes, snuff out the candles and crouch by one of the windows watching the truck. I watch a long time.
The truck door opens and out steps a woman I know (and have known). She starts walking towards my door. I know from outside, it must look like I've gone to bed, but it's early, about nine o'clock.
I think to myself, I'm going to open the door before she knocks and scare her a little. I go to the door and slowly turn the handle,,,,, when I do the door bursts open and in come about twenty of my friends. They have food and a cake and presents.

Everything is happy and loud as the dream ends.

Second half of night: another marathon dream. This one about either swimming the first leg through part of Brooklyn or painting houses as part of the race or (weirdly) at one point I look back to Brooklyn and it's all on fire. Someone tries to tell me why but I cannot understand what he is saying.

(I think I am going to have marathon dreams until I finish the piece about running it. I have a block. Or
Joe(Blockhead)Nation

Interesting dream last night. I was in London, but there was some New Delhi and Rio (the back of Christ the Redeemer statue) thrown in. It was dirty, gritty, cigarette butts and grime was everywhere and I'd left my camera back in my suitcase and couldn't take any pictures.

I was a small child on a school field trip to a research lab. A few of us got separated from the main group and wandered into a sterile white tiled room. There was a large dehydrated snake on the floor. (You know how earthworms crawl up on sidewalks when it rains so they don't drown? And then when the sun comes out they dry up? Like that.) The other kids thought it was dead but I thought it could be revived so I got beakers of water and slowly poured them the length of the snake. It seemed to be reacting so I got down on the floor and looked it in the face.

Later...my father got a call from the lab. The snake had been revived but the experiment was ruined so they milked the snake for its venom and then destroyed it. They freeze dried the venom but thought there should have been more. (It looked like coffee mate.) They suggested my father check to be sure I hadn't been bitten (that would explain the missing venom -- luckily it was a slow acting poison). My father came into my room to check on me and I was wearing a large scarf loosely draped around my neck. Under it were puncture holes. I was given the anti-venom.

Not a thing dreamed last even though I asked to be invited to watch.
Joe(I slept in total darkness and never moved.)Nation

last night,
I'd almost forgotten.
I was at some kind of athletic event, soccer game or football, it was outside. Big crowds. I was with two women, both younger than I am, EVERYONE is younger than I am.
We wander around.
I suddenly realize that I am wearing a tee-shirt and nothing else.
Luckily, it's a long tee-shirt so, as long as I keep my cool, no one will be the wiser.
There is some more wandering about followed by a sit-down (legs crossed) sit down.
There is talk. Seems, I am told, that one of my female companions has just ended a relationships with a much older man.
Um. Er. I do not know what to make of this information.
Is that good news for me? (Yea. I get to be next!) or
Bad news
SHE will NEVER look at an older man again in the same way.

the dream ends after some more wandering.
Joe(i kept myself very well concealed)Nation

Are you eating a lot of mature cheese Joe?

In the middle of the night as I closed my eyes again after being awake for awhile, I saw a wall with Greek lettering on it and the letters were floating by. In a little while this changed to what looked like a frame on some floral wallpaper. In the frame I saw pictographs of armies (medieval?) in battle and then portraits of people I have never seen before (or don't remember seeing from some long ago visit to the Metropolitan Museum of Art's 1700's section.)
I woke up again. It was 4:15AM. I said to myself "god, I'd like to sleep until at least 8:00AM. I shut my eyes.
Joe(and opened them at 7:56)Nation

I was in what I suppose was an Internet café but was also supposed to be my former office. Instead of desks it was all little tables, and everyone had a computer in front of them and was working on it diligently. To my left sat E___, who has a job through the end of the year, and on my right sat F___, who was laid off the same day I was (this is true about both of them). I was talking to E___ more than F___.

We were on computers and surfing for jobs online. I was getting frustrated because my searches weren't coming up with any results, until E___ showed me that the results were on a different tab, and sure enough they were there. I looked at them a little and then all three of us looked up to see janitorial-type workers clearing some of the small tables to the side so that other people could sit there, and we all knew that those were our old desks being prepared for new employees.

And that's when I woke up.

jes(we're all in this together)pah

Going to go check all the different tabs.

Joe(but first a nap)Nation

Another novel length dream last night. I don't have time to write it all down, but there were trips to a concert with a group of people, some long periods of time where we lost contact with each other and confusion about where the car was. (Much wandering along the waterfront [looked like the north shore in Queens] looking for the way back to big place where the concert was.
Also sitting in a kitchen talking seriously with a guy about helping him fix the fuel injection system on his car (which I cannot do). I told him I could change spark plugs on a Volkswagen. Another guy came and said hello and went into the other room. First guy tells me that is the fiance of his sister and nobody in the family likes him....and it just went on and on from there.... I was back outside looking for the parking lot, wandering between houses...

crazy.

Joe(I should pay my brain $20. It was a great movie)Nation

I forgot to lock the door last night. How do I know? Because I dreamed the door was unlocked and woke up at 3:15 AM, go up and went out to the door and locked it. I went back to bed. Dreamed all about door locks and doors and, at one point, I dreamed I heard the doorbell.

Joe(thank you, mind, for minding me.)Nation

Okay. Another dream about traveling. This time I am in some kind of combination resort/bus station. There is a crowd waiting, sitting at restaurant style tables. I order something to drink and have to wait for it to be ready, meanwhile I am talking to a middle-aged thin black woman who tells me that I must have been beautiful at some point in the past. She wants me to write down my name but the pen doesn't work. The letters are coming out messy and huge. She goes over a couch, lies down and begins to smoke. (yuk)
Meanwhile I go back to get my drink, it's not ready but the bartender says that people have been calling there for me all day. I am surprised because I don't know anybody who would know I was there. I try to act unsurprised, but I think she has it wrong and I think they are really calling someone else.
The drinks are ready and they are weird. It's a pitcher of chopped up grapes and cherries and other friut but WITH the stems. You scoop out the detritus and sip on the remaining liquid. I am sharing with someone and, after I dip out the garbage there is just a little left over for me.
A bus comes. It's not the one I have been waiting for.

My eyes open.

Dreamt that my cat Lulu, who's been dead more than a few years now, was back to life.

It was like in Pet Semetary....they don't come back the same. IRL she was the most loving cat in the world. In the dream she had her ears and get biting everyone.

Also, she could talk. She sounded like the kid in the Exorcist.

I told Lulu if she didn't stop this, I....well, I just don't know what I would do, but I just don't like you like this.

Lulu told me that my mother sews socks that smell.

I had this very short little snippet of a dream. A woman (unknown to me in my real life - in other words not anyone I recognized as knowing) was looking at my hair and she came very close to me, picked up a lock, smelled it and said, 'Your hair smells like protein'.

There was no indication in her tone of voice if this was good or bad.
That was the dream in its totality.
The first dream I've remembered in months.

I dreamed that I was driving along a city street.
I accidentally ran over a pedestrian, who did not survive the event.
That was annoying and inconvenient.
In compliance with applicable law, I dismounted from my car
and went to fone the police. I ascended a long flight of white stairs
and found a drug store whose pay fone I used to call police.

As I was leaving, it occurred to me that this is not part of my life.
I don 't run over pedestrians; I have no problems like that.
This can 't be real; I must be dreaming this. I became aware
of the dream without awakening.
I figured: this is MY dream, so I can have ANYTHING that I want.
I can walk on water and turn it into wine, if I feel like it in my own dream.

By this time, the police were approaching.
I decided that I did not wish to have interaction with them,
so I had them lie down and go to sleep on the white stairs.

After that, I knew that I coud have alll the chicks, gold, jewels n cash that I wanted; so I did.

That is called Lucid Dreaming.



David

I usually only really remember dreams if I'm awakened in the middle of one. That happened the other day. I told sozlet, who was the one who woke me up, that I'd had a dream that me and a bunch of people from my neighborhood had rescued the dogs of a classmate of hers. (Not a close friend, not sure why her.) There had been a flood and a stream (not one that I know of) was flooded, and the dogs were swept away. We were standing on a low wooden bridge over the stream and managed to snag the dogs as they floated under. My last thought, before I woke up, was that the friend's parents (not her though) really need to be more careful with their dogs.

OK so the freaky part -- as far as I know, I didn't know anything about this classmate's pet situation -- whether she had any pets, if so the type, etc. I described the dogs to sozlet (one medium-sized, light brown, curly/shaggy and one small, dark gray, rattish when soaking wet) and she said that it describes her classmates' two dogs perfectly. (One medium light brown mutt, one gray Chinese crested.) Perhaps I've seen them at some point and forgot.

Anyway, she also said that one of the dogs had recently escaped. But was fine.

Great dreams, everyone. I had a wonderful one last night that I cannot, for the life of me, remember at all.

Joe(It may come back to me.)Nation

I was driving around the perimeter of a new mall. It was about a tenth of the size of a regular mall. It was twilight and misting, so I didn't see right away that there was more parking just outside the immediate area.

I parked, and went into one of the anchor dept stores, which was probably a quarter of the size of a regular high end dept store.
The first thing I came upon, right by the entrance, was the jewelry counter. Now that I'm awake, I realize that's rather strange. Why would the jewelry counter be so near the entrance, where someone could grab and run?
I was surprised at how moderately priced the jewelry was, and I asked them if they had any attractive pill boxes (I've just started taking some herb pills 3x's a day, and I need something small to carry a supply in).
The girl said yes she did, and brought me out a money belt.
I said to her that was fine if I was going to Italy, and was afraid someone was going to steal my Qing Wei San.
We both laughed, and I moved on, looking for the ladies clothing dept.
The floor I was on, besides the womens jewelry, seemed to be entirely devoted to the mens dept. I came upon the escalators, one each going up and down. I somehow thought that housewares, so I went up. That floor was all baskets, storage things, other things, not furniture, made of heavy dark wood.
I decided to try the bottomost level. Oh, one thing... when each time I got on the escalators, I would immediately be encapsulated in a pod. All I could see was a moving bronze/gold wall around me, and 3 stairs; the one I was standing on, the one in front of me and the one in back. I had to feel when the escalator was leveling off, and just step off, thereby being released. (I've had this happen in other dreams...hmmmm...)

The bottom floor was garden supplies.
I was wondering how a dept store, one that was like a nordstroms, could manage to keep everything so clean when they were selling mulch and potting soil.
I realized my garden hose at home had a big gaping hole in it (it doesn't) and so I better buy a replacement. All the hose they had were only maybe six feet long, and really didn't look durable. Then I saw a good hose, but it was one the store was using to water the plants, and it ran through a chain like fence to an outside area.
I walked around, looking for more hoses, and came across my husband. I told him about the hoses and he pointed and said "there's a good one" I said "yeah, but look, that's another store hose. It's running up that trellis and is watering those plants up near the ceiling "

He said something to the effect of "we'll see about that" and I knew he was going to start taking that hose down, so we (he) could steal it. I was exasperated, but resigned to it.