What did you dream last night?

It all started with zombies. I was in a rural house - it was all open and had no furniture. We all had to be inside by a certain time and when we were all in we had to lock all the doors and windows. Because of the zombies. Sometimes they got in anyway, so we had to kill them. My favorite tool for this was my pasta scooping spoon (a deep, slotted spoon with spiky fingers around the edge). All this zombie bashing was normal, and uneventful. Finally it seemed that the zombies were done with.

I wanted to fix up the mud pit that was in the middle of the main room. It was lined with granite blocks and had granite blocks sort of making a cross. I say sort of because they didn't intersect where the should have (to make a cross), so it also sort of looked like a cardinal directions marker (east, west, etc). I wanted to balance a stack of stones where the intersection would be. There happened to be a chunk of granite that would fit in which had a relatively flat side to start balancing on. As I was trying to settle the piece of stone into the mud, I realized two things. One was that it was the same shape as the state of Georgia and the other was that there was more stone below the mud. We dug down to find a headstone. The head stone belonged to a man who died in the mid 1700s, according to the engraving - and according to the ghost (a la Pixar animations) who came to ask us why we were disturbing his burial place.

Then the next stage of the dream introduced the bald men from Fringe (TV show). Except where they were fedoras and dark suits on fringe, these guys were wearing silver, star-shaped sunglasses. One pointed to the magnificent fireplace. The fireplace was all brass, copper and brick and was HUGE. He moved it to show a passage way. This lead to an underground space where people lived and where some of the people I had been fighting zombies with had decided to stay. There were banks and banks of stored food, beautiful bedrooms with sunlight streaming in - it was underground, but lovely. Would I stay? I think not. But as I was leaving I had two questions for them. First, did they ever get any Vegemite and if so, could I trade with them? The second was can I travel back and forth between the above and below worlds? The answer to both was, sadly, no.

Back above ground I was on the phone with my mom. A van full of young men had somehow ended up at my parents' house. They were all getting along and having fun. That's it really.

I'm gonna have to get me one of them pasta spoons.

Chai(an Italian will throw their baby at you and when you go to catch it they will steal your herbs)Tea

Chai, did that happen to you?

Not exactly.

I didn't have a pasta spoon, so I had to dispatch the last batch of zombies with the heel of a Bruno Magli



Chai(make sure you use a full length boot to give you maximum reach)Tea

I 'm sure that the zombies were very HONORED to have been thusly dispatched.

I dreamed last that my former boss came to me and said that the new owner might want to offer me a deal to come back, but it was very noisy and I couldn't hear how much was being offered.

I dreamed of my great grandfather, whom I had not even thought about in decades.

he lived at our house when I was 9 and 10. my father had lost his job, and Earl had lost pretty much everything. he was a fascinating very sad old man. (secretly taught me to roll his cigs, cuz he shook too much)

now I hafta figure out what he's trying to tell me.

Fending off the too-young would-be roommates!

This is real life:
I have these potted plants out on my walk and I've slowly been bringing them in and finding places for them inside for the winter- one at a time because usually my hands are full and once I get inside I start doing stuff inside and when I think about it again, it's dark and I keep saying to myself, 'I'll get the rest of them tomorrow.' Well, this has been going on for about a month now and I still have my amaryllys from last Christmas that needs to be repotted, a dwarf rose tree that needs to be cut way back, and a bittersweet bush that actually could stay outside for the winter if we didn't have these hurricane like winds and rains every night (it's been mild in terms of temperature - but savage in terms of wind so the poor thing is bending over in its pot - about to be uprooted).

This is the dream:
Last night I dreamed that someone, I don't know who, but someone had dealt with my plants appropriately - more soil around the amaryllis bulb, pruned the rosebush and repotted the bittersweet. I was so happy when I walked the path from the car to my door and noticed all my plants had been tended to. But I still didn't bring them inside....(procrastinating even in my dreams).

Subconscious mind agonizing over potential English penalties
for horticultural negligence ?

I went to my father's apartment for a visit and found him in bed with a woman. And in his kitchen was a very large bright green snake. There was a piece of board or something blocking the entranceway, preventing it from slithering out.

That's interesting. Freud claimed that dreams represented distortions of childhood wishes. The dream seeks to fulfill the wish. The distortion involves something from recent experiences.

Liebault had said, previous to Freud, that the wish was to stay in bed sleeping.

So the dream allows the dreamer to do that whilst pretending to be on with an activity he/she ought to be doing. What the dreamer thinks ought to be being done probably derives from a firm grounding in the Protestant work ethic.

So Rebecca's dream allows her to sleep whilst doing the work she must feel guilty about if she doesn't do it.

Joe thinks he ought to be running marathons so he dreams he is doing and gets the best of both worlds.

I used to dream about picking up money in orchards and filling buckets up with it. So I was dossing in bed having a good fester and earning a living at the same time.

Of course, when we wake up the plants haven't been potted, the marathon hasn't been run and a living hasn't been made.

If I was to speculate I would say that the less "duty" one has to perform tomorrow the less one might dream about matters associated with the expectations of others getting in the way of wallowing in the charp pit and the more one might dream of fulfilling the undistorted infant wishes. And sanity.

Last night, or actually, this morning between 6AM and 7:45AM, I kept entering rooms full of people. It was a party of some kind. I didn't reconize anyone and didn't speak with anyone.

Joe(Just like in real life)Nation

A very confused dream which it is impossible to describe might represent a confusion about the expectations of others and the conflicting demands they make.

Bob Dylan said that he didn't pay any attention to his dreams and with the expectations he has been loaded up with it's understandable. He also said that there are so many people to please that you might as well not please any of them.

A large number of the greatest artists have been late risers with a profound indifference to what others might expect of them.

Interpreting that on the theory I just suggested I would say Joe thinks he ought to socialise more and the dream enables him to do that whilst snuggling up in the cosy bed which is the priority wish from childhood.

Or--as Philip Larkin said--"They **** you up your Mum and Dad/ They may not mean to but they do./ They give you all the things that they had./ And add some extras just for you." (This Be The Verse).

Parents have high expectations of the offspring of their loins because the success of the latter proves the superiority of their genetic material which they couldn't manage on their own account.

Last night I dreamed that I was talking to someone, facing a door when another friend motioned to me, behind this other person's back, for me to call him. I recognized both people as people important to me in my real life.

I fully intended to call the second person, but didn't want to interrupt the first person who was talking, so I didn't do it immediately- and then as is often the way with me- I forgot to do it at all.

I woke up the next morning realizing I'd never called the second person. I ran out the door, but didn't take my phone- which again, is almost always the way with me as I don't carry my cell phone anywhere (to the extent that I get texts from this friend that say things like, 'mobile-(adj). able to be transported' and I was running (barefoot?!) through the city to his house.
I got to the street, and I could picture the inside of his house in detail, but I couldn't find the entrance.
I asked this person walking by, who I felt a little afraid of - and he tried to direct me- and gave me what he thought the number of the house was (150) that I was describing.

I woke up having never found the house and frustrated thinking once again, that if only I'd carry my phone - I could have called and found out where the door to his house was.

The interesting part of that dream to me is that I knew the inside, but not the outside of this person's house- and that corresponds to how I generally view my understanding of this person as well.
That's the first actual story dream I've had in a long time - most of mine lately have been disjointed little scene dreams - so I wanted to write this one down before I forgot it.

Good one, aidan.

Last night I was with a friend near some lockers. She said that one was locked with a padlock that they (the gym? the school?) couldn't cut. I looked at it and sure enough there were two bands of metal around the shaft of the padlock, so it couldn't be cut. Then I looked at it again and discovered that the bands were only holding it together, that it had already been cut by someone. I twisted it open.
Inside was a small notebook.
I opened it and recognized that it was an old notebook of mine full of writings that I had completely forgotten about.

Ooooh, Joe - that's cool!

I would have thought that dreams were the polar opposite of "cool".

Long dream last night. Journey of some kind. Passed a house with a magnificent view and on the porch was a person who kept saying "Hello, J.... " I didn't recognize at first. Turns out it's the young woman who lives down a few floors in my building, but she was wearing a fake beard and mustache. She told me she has gotten an acting job.
Joe(I treked onward)Nation