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Any excuse to put some song lyrics into my DJ. You did spot the song lyrics didn't you?Quote:
Originally Posted by Moonbeam
Yebbut why was I dreaming about this? :whyme:Quote:
Originally Posted by Moonbeam
More complicated than that. They're good friends and my friend realises it's his own feelings of inadequacy that are causing him problems. Their families are friends too. Basically they're in each others' lives whether anyway.Quote:
Originally Posted by Moonbeam
I guess I'm also aware of the social implications. Monday morning at work inevitably starts with a discussion of the weekend's football.Quote:
Originally Posted by mark
Yes, I've known both these guys for years and had no idea.Quote:
Originally Posted by mark
:hrm:...Gee, I thought it sounded familiar...like I've only heard it about 10 billion times in my life...:DQuote:
Originally Posted by Burned up
Did you know that there used to be an all "Stairway to Heaven" radio station? That's right, STH 24 hours a day, seven days a week.
At least that's the rumor what I heard back when many people worshipped Led Zeppelin as god.
Guess I was in that place once. I also had a friend who played that track over and over again so that radio station would have been just the thing for him!Quote:
Originally Posted by Moonbeam
More football, with some socialising after
To start I was watching from above a football match between Germany or a German team and someone else. The goalkeeper's last name was something like Schwechau-Schwechau.
Next I was that goalkeeper. The pace was slower now and I gathered the ball from a backpass or a crap shot at goal. I then went to kick the ball from my hands and sent it soaring. But as I looked I saw it arc back over my head to land behind me on the road behind the goalmouth. (The match was in a local park now). I swore at myself "you arsehole" or something, i.e. before anyone else said it! I then went to get the ball and thought I'd kick it back into play from outside the park. But the kick wasn't vary good and just about made the players standing near my goalmouth. "Take the goal kick" I shouted as if I had meant to pass the ball to them in the first place!
Now it was after the match and I was chatting with some teammates (all strangers). I recall one was very tall and another very small. They didn't say anything about my crap kicks and we were all just chatting away in this flat (which looked like a flat I was in recently) at the top of the stairs outside the bathroom.
One person (not the tall or short guy) said he was taking someone out for a meal - a female church minister - and do we know somewhere nice. I was thinking of somewhere cheap (PDP - I was in a cheap restaurant yesterday) but the others were naming all these posh hotels etc which I hadn't heard of. One then said "you could go to the M hotel", which is in the town I used to live. I said "yes, you could go there" although I'd never been to the place and wanted to act knowledgeable.
Now the short guy was talking. He was asking if any of us were interested in helping at the local cub scout group, which met at the hall along the road. There's a coincidence, I thought, that's where I used to go. We all kind of ignored him, not wanting to volunteer.
I looked into the bathroom door and in the mug holding toothbrushes I noticed a leather strap-on phallus :eek:
Quite a funny dream now I look back although it seemed unremarkable at the time. Looks like my football skills have returned to normal :(. But somehow that didn't matter as the other guys didn't ridicule me for it as I would have expected.
I don't get the German connection nor the name of the goalie. Why the repeating name? I know that sort of thing happens in Germany (well, there's a city called Baden-Baden).
The bit about going to a restaurant sounds more like me in real life. I was thinking about my own close friend who is a female church minister last night whilst I was out with some mutual friends, so some PDP there. But this DC was intending something more upmarket than I would have considered, and the social implications of that seemed important enough to be to bullshit that I knew these upmarket restaurants.
The small guy helping at cubs. :wtf: Well, I'm not sure I'd want to volunteer and indeed there's something a little embarrassing about it. (Why?). The other DCs seemed to agree.
The owner of the flat was a female. I just know. But to have a strap-on on full display like that is not normal. Is it? Perhaps I need to loosen up on what's embarrassing to admit to and what isn't. Another way of looking at it is that if the appendage was part of me then what's it doing in this woman's flat (which is also me). The flat was definitely feminine too. Like it was a place a man would enter if you see what I mean. Something also about female-ness and male-ness together. Aaaaaaaghh. This is doing my head in. :microwave:
Hmm, I really had to 'youtube' that song, cause the title sounds familiar, but couldn't remember the music. Guess it's from 'before my time'.Quote:
Originally Posted by Moonbeam
Interesting dream btw, I also had a hill in my dream that was 'unreachable'.
ha ha ha that was a cool dream man!
I bet the miss-kick of the football was gutting lol I seem to have that problem with throwing things in dreams.
and that last part with the strap on was absolutly hilarious lol :bowdown:
Are you trying to get me feeling old? Well, in some ways it was before my time too but when I came across it as a teen I just thought...WOW.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sara
I didn't even try this one. But unreachable - suggests you're not ready yet perhaps? (for whatever the hill represents)Quote:
Originally Posted by Sara
Yes it was totally random. Who knows what may have happened if the dream would have gone on for longer...Quote:
Originally Posted by mark
How old are you, Bu? If you don't mind me asking. Maybe you said already and my senile brain forgot.Quote:
Originally Posted by Burned up
Strange to think there are people who haven't heard Stairway to Heaven. Sara, listen to it about 100 times straight so you can begin to get caught up. :D
That reminds me of some friends I had, who listened to nothing but Led Zeppelin, day and night, in their apartment, all the time. Just Zeppelin, all Zeppelin, all the time, very loud, no other entertainment was conceivable to them. I hadn't thought about that for a while.
Maybe. But I don't think age is too important.Quote:
Originally Posted by Moonbeam
Yes. Amazing how in one generation Led Zep have gone from being very alternative to kind of classic.Quote:
Originally Posted by Moonbeam
When I first heard Led Zep 4 on holiday one year I bought it and played it to death.Quote:
Originally Posted by Moonbeam
Cage fighter at school
I was back at school but much older than school age. A bald ugly chap, seemingly a cage fighter, asked if anyone wanted to "take him on". My friend "K" said he'd do this. I notice he had grey hair - at school he was blond. They started play-fighting. The fighter was just larking about and he started chasing random people about the playground, making loud teasing noises. I remember thinking that if he picked on me, I'd ignore him.
Actually I was really frightened. By ignoring him I'd be pretending he's not there. But who is "he"? I often dream of fat, attention-grabbing people. I don't like them. Not irl either. Maybe this is my "shadow" which Jung says is the first archetype we come across. I prefer to ignore my "loud fat" self although it sounds like it's wanting to get out!
My guitar is bigger than yours
Back to schooldays again. I was comparing my guitar with a friend, A's, home-made bass guitar. I started playing his, remembering it was fretless. I commented how far down the neck the first fret was (!) trying to sound knowledgeable. He nodded but I noticed the guitar neck was not much longer than my own guitar and the fret position can't have been much different from mine. I realised he was just humouring me.
This scene could have been for real. A was a talented musician and he really did make a fretless bass. Anyway, here I was wanting to be like him and show I knew the things he knew. (Just like last night's dream about posh hotels). My conscious self projects something from within onto others that has me believing they'll only accept me if I'm a bright as that are.
Ohh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way!Quote:
Originally Posted by Burned up
Hmm, it was not a very important fragment, but when I think of it, I might have an idea what the 'hill' stands for. Something I want to reach, but takes a lot of effort... (and the 'weather is bad' there, lol)Quote:
I didn't even try this one. But unreachable - suggests you're not ready yet perhaps? (for whatever the hill represents)
Uh oh, I listened to it twice today. 100 times? People playing it all day long?? That goes beyond my imagination...Quote:
Originally Posted by Moonbeam
That's the trouble with young people today...Quote:
Originally Posted by Sara
:D
@MB 8 times and counting...Quote:
Originally Posted by Burned up
... still not bored though :D
... wondering how long it takes before the magic kicks in ;)
Where did you retrieve those dreams from the summer? Found back an old notebook with dreams?
The one about the guitar is a funny story :)
I didn't know fretless guitars existed. (ohhh, sure, there is a LOT that young people don't know ;) )
:lol: Just don't have the stick-to-itiveness that we had :shakehead:Quote:
Originally Posted by Burned up
Good job! Keep going! Soon you will be :bowdown: LZ too!Quote:
Originally Posted by Sara
Ehmmm :paranoid: this morning I listened to it exactly 3 hrs 44 minutes (that makes 28 times :eek:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Moonbeam
First came a point where I thought 'hmmm, maybe those people were right', but in the end I went :boggle: and just HAD to switch to U2 for a while.
So, I tried and I actually like it, but not 1 song for a full day :D
*downloading 2 albums now ;) *
What? Some kind of immunity perhaps? Impossible.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sara
I was writing dreams down long before I came here. But it was rather sporadic. Sometimes I'd be keen other times not.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sara
Yes, I believe fretless guitars, bass guitars anyway, exist. Well, this one did.
(Thinks) Do bands today have bass guitars? Do they have guitars at all? Sara - take a look at an old rock band. The bass guitar is the one with the longer neck and 4 strings usually played by a depressed looking person who didn't get the lead guitar job.
:)
Blame technology. My recording is on a 12 inch disc of black plastic. Sara's is probably a click on itunes!Quote:
Originally Posted by Moonbeam
U2 aren't that much younger!Quote:
Originally Posted by Sara
Petrified forest in Fort William
I'm in Fort William. Or near it. It doesn't look like Fort William though, but that's where my dreammaker says it is, so, hey. We've just finished walking up one side of a valley and I can see the saddle point ahead and to the right and a higher ridge further right on the other side of the valley. I felt I'd walked that before and it looked typical of a valley in the English Lake District for example.
So we decide not to walk around the horseshoe but to go left to Ben Nevis (my dream geography is crap) which means going up a kind of road which rises slowly. I feel like I'm looking up the Royal Mile in Edinburgh although it is not built-up. The town of Fort William is at the top. On the right is a "interpretive centre" showing exhibitions about rock formation etc. There are seats each side like a mini-stadium looking back down the valley. Beyond the centre the road is blocked by some road works. A large building project is underway. After a short wait, the building works kind of open out and the girders lift first in front of us then progressively further away to form a long covered passageway. It looks like something from Harry Potter and Indiana Jones bundled together. We drive (hmmm - where did that car come from?) through this tunnel. It's like being in a gold mine. Out at the other and and we walk into a newly completed building, possibly part of the same structure.
In the entrance room, it's bleak glass and concrete. There are two lifts ahead and an large glass door to the right. I'm now just with my son and we go through the glass door. It leads into a courtyard of some sort and the only way through is to pick our way across stepping stones, holding a rope. It's all part of the interpretive centre, seemingly. Looking back at the building there's a display (possibly real?) of a petrified forest. All these logs encased in red-brown lava giving the impression of a polished bas-relief. I explain to my son about volcanoes and lava. As I look closer at the "petrified forest" I see there is more to it. I see old bones and human heads or skulls in the relief.
We're now getting to the end of the rope walk and had to let two people past heading the opposite direction. Mother and daughter seemingly. We try and get out of the courtyard at the end of the rope walk but this means getting up a high awkward step and I'm losing enthusiasm for this route. I think back to the point of all this and how we're trying to get to Fort William. I think back to the 2 lifts and think that's a better way to get higher up and perhaps they lead to a path or road that gets us further.
Probably the most detailed dream I've had for a week.
It's not the first time Fort William has been in my dream. It's a small town but is the largest town for miles in the west of Scotland. Ben Nevis dominates the skyline. I'm wanting to get higher. The whole journey was going up up up.
I often come across these interpretive centres in my dreams. Perhaps they represent me trying to make meaning? Certainly I was compelled to explain about lava and petrification to my son. Funny, I do get drawn to these places irl although I'm nearly always disappointed. Like they don't tell me what I really need to know. The old trees and people trapped in the lava wasn't spooky but it was eye-catching. What was that telling me? That I have some kind of ancient memory?
The tunnel opening up was really dramatic. Like one second it was a jumble of girders and the next it animates itself into a tunnel. I felt I was going into a different world. "Rebirth" comes to mind at this stage. Well, at least I know it's not a memory of my own birth as I was born by section!
Anxiety
I would normally have an anxious dream, but I know this has been playing on my mind. I dreamed that I was being placed in a situation where I had to reveal everything about me, like I was totally vulnerable. Staff from my uni course (that I'm doing now, part time) were there.
Smelly feet
This was actually from yesterday. Just a fragment where I was sitting on the loo and looking at one of my feet because I could smell a fungal infection. On a big toe I saw a small dark patch so I put cream on it.
One line fragment
"I am a man is about to die"
Not even a fragment of a DVer
I know I dreamed of Sara but recall has toally failed me (honest).
The anxiety is current although it doesn't seem so major irl. Basically revolves around my choice of MSc research which involves a lot of personal stuff. Now I know who my supervisor will be it seems very real and I'm now wondering whether I should pick something less personal.
The smelly feet doesn't seem to be especially meaningful.
The one-line fragment sounds scary and it did seem to be a concern when I woke up but no emotion lingers.
Sorry Sara - wish there was something to this dream I could share with you :(
What are you researching? Can you give some examples?
hmmm now that is interesting....I dont blame you for being anxious with that, after all it is one of the hardest things to tell everything about yourself....it makes it easy to be judged and no one likes that.Quote:
Originally Posted by Burned up
ha ha thats great! I laughed there even though it was slightly sick :PQuote:
Originally Posted by Burned up
yeah your right it does sound bad....but it so hard to tell when you dont have the context in which it was placed :?Quote:
Originally Posted by Burned up
Haven't really started yet. But it's about counsellor training and the personal conflicts which arise during the personal development work.Quote:
Originally Posted by raklet
The irony is that it is precisely this point of conflict which I have proposed to research.Quote:
Originally Posted by mark
Stairway to terror
I was in a hotel or it could even have been a cruise liner. I was walking up this staircase that was spiraling around a square stair well. As I was approaching the top of the third flight I could feel fear and terror. This was also the top floor and I recall looking back down the stairwell with a dull fear that I recognise from other dreams.
Paris Hilton?
A hotel (maybe the Hilton :lol:) in Paris. It was a luxury hotel and I'd just come into some money, hence I was there. I'd just got hold of some Euros (or was about to) and go out into the street when an attractive young professional female, short, slim with dark hair, passed me coming in to the hotel. She smiled at me and I smiled back. We started chatting but unfortunately I then woke up :(
More hotel capers
Maybe the same hotel. Is this possible between waking? Anyway, going back inside now and upstairs. It was dinner time and I was not going to eat at the hotel. (I like to think I was meeting the woman in the previous dream, but seemingly not). The restaurant was up one flight of stairs and when I looked in it was like an extension of the staircase, like a landing with the same carpet as the stairs etc. This wasn't how I remembered it, as I thought it was a large room with fake gold and ivory trim and lots of round tables. Anyway, in this room people were seeming just eating packed meals and sitting on the floor on on the stairs or some basic furniture.
I continues upstairs and in a room higher up a young man was showing an old-fashioned film he'd made. He was Jewish (dunno how I knew this) and had a round face and looked overweight. The film was like a silent movie, more black and sepia than black and white. It seemed to be about my life but was also very abstract.
Top Gear goes artistic
The presenters of Top Gear (non-Brits: this is a regular TV show about cars aimed at men who haven't grown up, i.e. most of us) were doing a piece about boats. (PDP - last night's repeat they were doing cars converted to boats). Richard Hammond (the sensible one) was doing a water colour of some sailing boats on the canal across a field. Jeremy Clarkson (the loud one) said "Paint everywhere instead of nice soothing plastic". It helps to imagine his voice here. I now see the picture. There are perhaps 3 sailing boats with white sails, quite small, on a landscape canvas. Richard Hammond then puts on the finishing touch, which is a red design on the sails delicately with his brush. The effect is a little like the St George Cross (English flag).
Hammond (left) and Clarkson (right)
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I'm not in an interpretive mood just now. Hotels seem to feature a lot and I see these as places that will meet my needs without my doing anything.
The guy with the silent movie is a bit creepy. Fat guys are usually my "shadow" and he's probably one of them. Not sure about the Jewish connection. Not something I really think about so can't find a meaning.
Top Gear was fun. Clarkson is a bit of a "shadow" for me too as I think he's an arrogant prat in real life. His put-down of art is in keeping with his character and I guess I can relate to my doing that too in some ways.