I used to have both of those very often when I was a child and young adult. I seem to have outgrown them now, which makes me wonder what they were all about in the first place.
Dreams must be absolutely necessary for our psyche to function properly, eveyone has them, it's just the disturbing dreams leave me scratching my head wondering.
I've had what I would call paralyzing dreams where I try to move or scream and I can't.
I don't like those.
Why do you think some dreams you can remember vividly while others you can't remember at all? Or just pieces? Sometimes I absolutely hate dreams because I can't figure out what they're trying to tell me. I know some people who say they never dream at all.
I would say that everyone dreams but some can't remember dreaming...like me.
This morning, i awoke before the alarm, well before the alarm, and so was able to go back to sleep. Just before i awoke, i dreamt of the invention of the door. It made me quite cheerful when i did awake.
I try very hard to remember my dreams. (I'm not so sure I'd try hard to remember that door dream though, Set.)
I have read (and can't vouch for it) that a portion of one's brain paralyzes the limbs so that one does not do oneself an injury while dreaming. I have also read that we go through 90 minute sleep cycles, each one ending a period characterized by REM, which is to say dreaming sleep. This suggests that if one sleeps "normally," one goes through five or six dream cycles per night.
I can see why it elates Set to have discovered the door. What a great invention...like when I dreamed I discovered the thermos jug.
Pan, i remember seeing a squarish block of wood in the "hole" at the front of a trim little hovel, and then heavy rawhide straps were fastened to one side, and to the door post. I recall thinking in the midst of the dream how clever the invention was.
Hee hee!
Oh, Pan. Makes you sound rather mythic, doesn't it?!
I relate so well...I often wonder how the concept of the wheel first entered humanity..or what it felt like to be the first to eat a lobster.
Reminds me of a certain day in Puritan Mass. when a man stood on the courthouse(edit) steps ready to commit suicide by eating a "love apple"...known to be poisonous. When he ate the tomato and didn't fall down dead the crowd rushed him believing he was the devil.
Thers me great great....
great grandfather getting ready to make wine.
Music's always been a part of our family history....so has hot monkey sex..
Ah, Soz got in ahead of me!
Pan the Man
Peter Pan
What was it they called him in A Midsummer Nights Dream...
Ah! Robin Goodfellow!
Actually I'm talking through my hat. That was Puck, not Pan. I'm getting my forest mythology mixed up. (forgive me, it's 3:20am here)
A-ha! We have the time zone answer (duh, should've thought of this earlier.) When you posted that it was 1:19 PM EST. So you are 14 hours ahead of us. Or 10 hours behind... :-( (Is it 3:20 AM August 24th for you?)
