Tell Us Your Dreams A2K

Really? How does that work!?

You know, I've never dreamt about a knight on a white charger bringing me away. I had much rather have the rôle of the roamer for myself, rather than be the whisked.

Hmm, well he didn't really whisk me away. Just sort of hung around and expected me to do things for him. Rather disappointing as prince dreams go.

As for the Queen's powers, I cannot remember the exact details at the moment but it has a lot to do with our constitution. According to the constitution, the Queen selects a Governor General to take care of the country for her, his job is to select the people to run government. The parties aren't in there at all. Thus the Queen is (on paper) in charge of Australia's government.

Of course if she ever actually tried to exercise those powers we'd probably have a Rupublic in about 2 day flat.

<waving stiffly> We are not amused.

Well, okay, a little. :wink:

In fact, in 1975, Edward Gough Whitlam was dismissed by Sir John Kerr, the Governor General. Whitlam's opposition was lead by Malcolm Fraser, who contrived to oppose the 1975 Labor budget in the Senate. Whitlam tried to pull through the political storm, and presented a plan to Kerr. But Kerr would have nothing of it, and demanded to know if Whitlam would call for elections. When Whitlam refused, Kerr dismissed him. Therefore, its is not entirely certain that such a move would precipitate a republican revolution. Perhaps things would be different thrity years on. Kerr is widely believed to have been a crony of CIA bureau chiefs in southeast Asia, and some allege he was a CIA cat's paw, who got his marching orders to rid Australia of dangerous leftist prime minister.

it was damn close - and I believe the powers are now curbed????

Nobody believed the bastard would use tham - most didn't know he had them.

had he asked the queen, she would not have supported the move.

Liberals still got elected in at the ensuing election, though. Oh well....

never have known if the CIA thing was true...but - you Americans know more about American spy bases here than we do. Your FOI laws are stonger...

"As to the fable that there are Antipodes, that is to say, men on the opposite side of the earth, where the sun rises when it sets on us, men who walk with their feet opposite ours, there is no reason for believing it. Those who affirm it do not claim to possess any actual information; they merely conjecture that, since the earth is suspended within the concavity of the heavens, and there is as much room on the one side of it as on the other, therefore the part which is beneath cannot be void of human inhabitants. They fail to notice that, even should it be believed or demonstrated that the world is round or spherical in form, it does not follow that the part of the earth opposite to us is not completely covered with water, or that any conjectured dry land there should be inhabited by men. For Scripture, which confirms the truth of its historical statements by the accomplishment of its prophecies, teaches not falsehood; and it is too absurd to say that some men might have set sail from this side and, traversing the immense expanse of ocean, have propagated there a race of human beings descended from that one first man."

Well, Panzade, seems they had never seen a woman board a boat....

I have lots of nightmares at present - most noteably a recurring dream that my hands have a cancer, and I must decide whether to have the cancers treated, with a big risk of recurrence, or have my arms cut off.

I am assuming this is in sympathy with a close friend I have, who is deciding whether to have a bilateral mastectomy, since both her breasts have now sprouted a damn cancer.

I agree that your dream is in sympathy for your friend(my thoughts go out to her) but I would have to speculate that you are dealing with your own fears of cancer and you're attempting to rationalize
how you would make a choice. Then again...

Two dreams, both after the alarm went off. One is odd, the other anxiety-based.

1) I toss a bunch of cut potatoes and oil into my parents' downstairs bathroom's sink, and then I'm surprised that the mess doesn't start boiling and turning into french fries.
2) I'm at a job interview and explaining to the interviewer (a man) why I can do such and such job. He keeps insisting that I can't, and I keep telling him that I can, and my voice keeps getting louder. I'm barely keeping my cool. And it's the most absurd job, I'm insisting to him that I am perfectly capable of reviewing files and he's saying that that's not possible, that no one can read files like his current employees can. Then he decides to take me on if I can give him information on someone who can vouch for my ability to read the aforementioned files. He wants to call that reference while I am sitting in the interview and ask them, so he demands the phone number. So I start rummaging through my purse. I come up with lots of receipts and other papers but no phone number. Finally, I begin telling him how unfair it is to expect me to just have the number on me if I wasn't told to bring it to the interview. That's when I woke up from that one.

Hmmm. I love dream interpretation. Let's see, jes.

1. You are doing something that should be routine or easy (not necessarily making french fries) and getting different / poor results (not boiling) that do not jive with what you expect to happen. (boiling)

Whatever is bothering you, try a different method than that which you have been using. It may SEEM like a routine task or something you should know how to do, but a new approach is needed in order to get the end result you desire. Will likely have to be a little more creative and think outside of the box.

Hmm so you're saying I should try making french fries in the kitchen sink? :-D

Better than the bathroom sink...

Oh, Wow! The second dream doesn't actually appear to be that different from the first. They are really about the same thing, but your mind got a little more insistant with this one. Probably tired of being ignored and wants you to "get it" so you can move on.

Think of it as an argument you are having with yourself.

2) I'm at a job interview and explaining to the interviewer (a man) (consider the man to be your sub-conscience) why I can do such and such job. He ](your sub-conscience[/b]) keeps insisting that I can't, and I keep telling him that I can, and my voice keeps getting louder. ](frustration, cause you KNOW you should be able to do whatever it is you re struggling with)[/b] I'm barely keeping my cool. And it's the most absurd job, I'm insisting to him that I am perfectly capable of reviewing files [B](You mean like saying you should know how to fix french fries?) [/B]and he's saying that that's not possible, that no one can read files like his current employees can. (They are more creative in their thinking than you are) Then he decides to take me on if I can give him information on someone who can vouch for my ability to read the aforementioned files. He wants to call that reference while I am sitting in the interview ](Whew! Feet to the fire!)[/color]and ask them, so he demands the phone number. ](Gonna call ya on your insistance. Your subconscience is demanding that you prove yourself, that you are capable, and asking you to provide a number - which is really just a way to try a new approach rather than continue to argue the yes I can no you can't stuff)[/b] So I start rummaging through my purse. ](Your PURSE? Of course you did! Why not something more creative? Different? Brilliant even? Every woman would automatically look for a solution in their purse - ie most likely place/ most likely action of doing something).[/b] I come up with lots of receipts and other papers but no phone number. (Duh! Isn't that what is in every womans purse? The creative woman, the one able to figure out other paths to the store to avoid traffic, if you will, also knows important things are done differently and wouldn't put such an important piece of paper in a purse like every other woman!) Finally, I begin telling him how unfair it is to expect me to just have the number on me if I wasn't told to bring it to the interview. That's when I woke up from that one.[/quote] ](Your sub-conscience is now exhausted. You are being asked to find a solution or method of doing something in your life that requires a different approach from the way it is usually done and you want to cry foul! No Fair! Maybe it isn't, but you might sleep better if you would just do it so you can move on.)[/[/b]color]

You may not even be aware of what it is that needs a new method or approach. But, that is my take on it, and how I would interpret it if it was my dream.

And, that wasn't me yelling at you and saying those things in red. LOL! I was just feeling her frustration. Life as a sub-conscience must be so frustrating!

Well, I'm sure it's all about me still looking for work. And yes, it's extremely frustrating and I've been trying new stuff for quite a while now.

LOL! I tried to clean up the html, and I even screw up the automatic way. I'm not going to mess with it again.

Jes - I thought you were in Law. Am I remebering wrong?

Jespah, the potatoes in the sink does sound like you're trying to do something in your usual way and it's not working this time. Great interpretation, squinney!

Had a very interesting dream this morning...
I was back in our old neighborhood from my grammer school/high school years. The building we lived in had been condemned and we had to get our things out of there. I came into town just in time and had removed clothing but alot was still in my old room, household items, old art portfolios, personal things. My brother, who in reality is ill, had people helping him to get his things out but I was on my own and because there was so much stuff, my first trip over there, I took only clothing and thought I was fine with that but hanging out with friends about four blocks away, I started to fret about the other things I'd left. Finally I headed back to get it all. I walked the old route from my childhood and took note of the old homes that had been renovated and 'futurized' (very Jetsons-like, except all on the ground). I had only minutes to get my things out and found myself at the stairwell, arms full of stuff, and the stairs had been removed! I couldn't see how to get out and the building was about to be blown up.
That's when I woke up.

Aw, eoe. That seems like it could be about fear of losing a connection to your childhood and upbringing. I find the thing about your brother having people helping him while you were on your own interesting, too, but I can't quite put my finger on it -- maybe frustration with your own role of providing support rather than being supported.

Definitely some trapped stuff there, powerlessness -- could easily be about your brother and your inability to cure him. :-(

eoe- I'm sorry to hear that your brother is ill. Is it terminal?