What did you dream last night?

"HOT"

Some people I used to work with kept coming by and giving me money on the sly. Some in white envelopes, some cash just rolled up tightly in a handshake.
I never got to count how much.
Joe(I wanna shake your hand...)Nation

I was in Seattle in some complex of buildings (very different from each other and kind of mashed together while changing their appearance) trying desperately to find the design studio (something about setting up to work there) over and over again. I ran into some guy I knew (but who? a blond) who said it's over there and disappeared. It wasn't over there. And then I woke up.

Why Seattle? I've only been there twice for little time.

That seems to confirm the theory I presented earlier. It represents not having to get out of bed whilst making money. The unconscious is quite sane.

every once in a while i have (or rather remember) really epic dreams, huge sprawling productions that seem to last for days,usually these are populated by people from all through my life, the other night i had one such dream, this time, all faceless players, nobody i knew, not even similarities to folks i know

Yes, the people (or whatever they are, phantasms, figments) who are new are interesting.

it was odd, i seemed to be my age now (46), but i was on some kind of school exchange in Norway, with high school aged kids, not as a teacher or chaperon, but as one of the exchange students

That makes sense. I'm always me, whoever that is, but switch ages.

I'm always agile though.

Some huge percentage of my dreams have to do with apparent processed brain stuff, years or years and years ago.

I saw at some point some conjecture about this stuff shunted out as (my word, trash) passing bits.

So I could work up a scenario on that, but it doesn't take care of recurrent stuff.

two notable things, it never appeared to be daytime, when we were outside it was always dark, (and everybody in Norway have what appear to be 96 inch tvs, at least as seen through windows) even though time did pass, and a lot of time was spent having conversations in elevators

I suppose I should explain that I've never gotten into Freud or Jung even in the day in the face of some massive pressure, and have been interested in brain biochemistry... while I haven't entirely followed it.

I think of dreams as stories we make out of the bits that are being excreted, to put it roughly.

Still, I'm interested in the stories.

Though I haven't said much about it, I'm always interested in the feeling of helplessness there is in most dreams. You are on the bus, but you can't recall making the choice to be on the bus. You are with people but can't recall choosing to be with them. In most dreams, people report being compliant. They go along with the experience, go with whatever looms or zooms into view.

I, many times, have the feeling that if I could just wake up I would be in control of my choices, but then I do wake up and find that that thought was a dream as well.

Joe(turning over my pillow)Nation

Last night I dreamed that my son, who has very dark, thick, kinky (I can say that because I'm his mother) hair (in real life) to the point that he's never worn it long, suddenly had gray hair, which was really weird because when it was short it was dark. So I asked, 'Why is your hair gray?' He answered, 'I don't know - but I don't like it. Can you do something about it?'
I said, 'First of all, let's cut it,' so I did and it wasn't gray anymore. While I was cutting Joseph's hair, my nephew Peter walked in. He has very thick, curly blonde hair (in real life). He asked what we were doing and I told him about Joseph's hair worries and he said, 'Mine is getting really thin.' He's not old enough to have thinning hair, so I said, 'Hmmm, let me look at it.' It was really lank and thin, but I said, 'Well, it's a little longer than usual, let's cut it and see what happens.' So I did and he liked it, but as I was brushing it into place, with every stroke it got darker and at the end, it was brown instead of blonde and he looked just like his father (my brother-in-law).

If u become aware that it is a dream, without awakening
(this is "lucid dreaming" q.v.) then u r the director n producer of that movie
and the unlimited monarch of that universe, until u awaken. Have fun.





David

Aidan: I love that dream.
David: Living in fun city makes it impossible not to have fun.

Last night, another big production. This one contained the announcement that two large balloons, one blue and one yellow, would be launched nearby. We all went to see and the blue one was really big, but the yellow one kept expanding and expanding until it was the biggest balloon ever in existence. It filled the sky above. There was an announcer who said "I know it looks yellow but it is really black." And when we looked at it again, it had turned black and transparent so you could see the stars through it and I remember thinking "Oh, you never see so many stars in New York." then the announcer came back on and said that the balloons were really an adverstisement for a new Horoscope service. They started handing out horoscopes to everyone, but I refused to read any of them knowing that they are all nonsense.

Joe(besides, they weren't for my sign.)Nation

U can read the the next day n see how good thay were.

A beautiful, confusing dream last night.
I was in a large house with lots of people.
I had the feeling that many of us had been traveling together. (There was a flash of a dream in the middle about climbing on a mountain and sliding down a hillside, but landing near a waterfall pool with fish which you could catch with your hands.)

Then I was in a smaller room. Men and women all dressing and undressing like any other backstage you've ever been in. I thought "That woman's skirt is so short you can see her black underwear" then it turned out she was wearing neither a skirt nor underwear.

We all went out the door and noticed that while it used to be the Ladies Room that sign had been taped over and it said "Anybody Any Body". Someone else had added "But Mostly Pinkys". And everyone laughed because we knew they meant the lesbians.
(We did?)
Then I and about six women (the lesbians) began a group hug/dance and I was saying how I thought they were the best people in the world....when the dream ended.

Joe(one glass of wine and lots of sleep 8.5 hours)Nation

Woke from a dream in the middle of the night to realize I was laughing pretty hard.

I had been dreaming about Santa Claus dressed in an Easter Bunny costume--hole for the face, revealing the snow white beard--and doing some kind of gym-class-oriented high jump onto a mat.

I had a dream last night where I was in a fight-to-the-death with gargamel over the naming rights to a sports stadium in Biloxi. I was in an extreme state of angst as I pushed the poor lad to the ground and snuffed the life out of him by placing my size thirteen boot squarely on his throat.

I can not shake the image of his bulging eyes from my memory banks.

Speaking of Gargamel, he wanted me to ask you how you feel about Favre being a Viking.

I can accept Favre as a Viking. A man who decides that putrid green is less desirable than a shade of purple has impeccable taste in my eyes.