Thats a huge cast of dreamers you got there. Ever try anything with shared dreaming?
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ha ha good stuff man! shame you cant remember what happened...so do you think it is down to this student?
:D he he that is just cool!! I like the way you SC portrays us, moonbeam as the 70's music person is quite funny and accurate (at least rescently with all the youtube links she places :P)
yey you dreamed of me :boogie:ha ha you are probably right I do get over excited with stuff like that alot :) and I think the part about bro is interesting givin recent events im not surprised he was lurking in the background. Do you think of him often?
I wounder what the convention part meant? I mean with the way everyone wrote more then you? do you have any ideas at all?
yeah PDP I bet is a understatement! from what I hear the weather is insane in Scotland at the min! did you get much snow today?
that part with the chair and shooting across the room sounds great!! especially liked the part with the crashing into D ha ha :lol:
ha they were such great films!
I like to think so. I'll try and think of her again tonight...
Bro? Sometimes. Like, one minute he was in every thread and then .... pffffff.
I think it's like being here and how others are more active than me. But what does it mean? Seems like part of me wants to "write much more" which I take to mean that it wants to dedicate itself to a task - any task. IRL I have only limited time and/or patience for that degree of dedication (hence my small contribution in the dream). I think that's what it means.
That's the interesting bit. I dreamed of snow. Then today it snowed. Around here it's not settling but I believe the higher ground has snow. But the winds are awesome.
:banana:Bu dreamed of me!
:( Bro.
:shock: Oh no! Oh, maybe he was doing what Mark usually does with DC's...:ohyahbaby:
Well, if you can't be bothered to create something better than that for the project, I just don't know about you. :shakehead:
Hey Mark, remember you and I and Oneironaut were talking about dreaming this dream--rolling around in chairs like that? No Bu is doing it too.
He was in "The Hardy Boys" with Parker Stephenson. Besides his illustrious singing career.
I knew you would know them! :boogie:
Yea, right, I believe you...;)
Sorry, no useful replies from me anymore. After my work, my flatmates pulled me out of my room to play some stupid drinking game. I made a mix of strong Czech liqor with green lemonade. And now I came back and all Moonbeamscometscommends look so very funny and made me laugh (LOL @ the part about Mark and the rolling around in chairs)
Oh, and I like the sound of that song you linked, sounds very beatle-ish
Sorry Bu, you had some good dreams, but my mind is not cooperative now ;)!
(Oh, I liked the one about the 4 gender options)
Not only was I dreaming of you, we were sitting next to each other on Concorde.
I have no memory of that. (Sounding like Oliver North).
Derek Longmuir. Maybe he doesn't live near me any more. Got into a spot of bother with some stuff he downloaded IIRC.
:D yes, cheered me up too. I could do with some of that schnapps you've been drinking. :P
Do you think so? I suppose there is a similarity with early Beatles now you mention it at the time (1970s) I didn't spot it.
Thanks for dropping by, Sara. I trust you had a good time with your friends and the Czech fire-water :D. (PS how's the head now?)
Room with a view
I'm looking at different views from this road, mainly steeply down some rocks to the sea. Now I'm in the same place but it's inside. This modern hotel-like place with huge windows. I'm showing someone the views from different rooms and show that the view from mine is "something worth waking up for".
Now we've gone up to the 2nd or 3rd floor and there's a messy internal room with a wooden office inside it. I see the other DC climb friskily up on top of the office where he can reach a hatch to the attic. He goes up into the attic and assumes I'll follow. But there's someone in the office and I don't think I'm allowed. After a short wait I decide to follow him into the attic. The climbing was effortless.
In the attic it was dark but light was coming from one direction. I head that way and I'm in a large lounge bar which is just setting up and is mainly deserted.
Fragment
A band playing at a student gig.
Doing it doggy style
I'm with M, G and G from my uni days. The subject of counselling comes up and small G and his now wife are interested in seeing a counsellor. I'm now explaining about counselling and how there are 6 different methods (nonsense irl).
Next I'm looking at a cartoon which is the first of a series of 3. A cartoon dog, like a small bull terrier, is caricaturing how the first 2 counselling methods work!
My inner virtual feminine self
My favourite theme - lost love - comes to mind. Rather than being a human image, the woman of my dreams is on an internet forum - one I no longer subscribe to (also a dreams forum). I'm wondering whether to go back to the other forum and find her.
I often dream of hotels. They provide me with what I want/need in life and that's largely how I want life to be (but never is). At the top of the hotel is someone who is "in charge" and I don't want to get into trouble. Childish notions, but ones clearly in my consciousness. But I decide to go up to the attic anyway. It seems to be an area which is still being prepared/organised. Like I'm trying to organise my head (the attic of the body) irl.
Haven't much of a clue about dream 3 other than it features the numbers 2 and 3 as did the first dream. 3 pairs of 2. I can't make sense of that at all. A cartoon dog demonstrating counselling LOL.
The last dream was more like it. It's the first time I've had that feeling of lost love with the object of desire being someone online. Not sure Jung's theories of anima projection integrated dreams of online infatuation. Presumably though the same applies. i.e. I'm looking for my dream woman online as well as face-to-face. (Female DVers need not worry, though. Dreams and rl behaviour are different for me!)
Derek! The drummer! OK, no more BCR talk in your DJ. What's that mean tho, what he did?
I thought your dream-goals had finally been realized...:lol:
No! You can never go back, it's never the same again. :P
:shock: Bu is a stalker. :chuckle:
Sounds like he may have been stitched up but he'd been in trouble before. His brief biog:
http://www.lcv.ne.jp/~ryhokaya/DerekBio/DerekBio.htm
Sorry to raise your hopes :)
Joking aside, that's the kind of feeling that prevails in these sorts of dreams. We yearn for the fantasy not the reality. Hey, there's a part of me wanting to go to that forum, knowing full well that it was all a dream. :embarrassed:
And now you know why I keep my identity to myself :vampire:
Ambulance from hell
I was dreaming of having heart problems as my chest muscles have been feeling sore. Also PDP as have just exchanged emails with a friend who had a heart attack 2 weeks ago.
Then in my dream, my young son starts writhing in pain in his chest and arm. We were staying at my parents house and I called the ambulance, asking if they would pick us up on the main road a few hundred yards away. We now had to walk to the road. My youngest daughter was with us too. We see the ambulance go past as we approach the road and hope that it will come back to find us. My son is still in agony. Then the ambulance does return and I flag it down. My son has forgotten his pain now and enthusiastically climbs into the ambulance. I follow and ask my daughter to go back home thanking her for coming along.
As we get into the ambulance the actor James Nesbitt gets out.
In the ambulance, which was more like a minibus but with steps up, there were a few other people, all a bit weird. Two women seemingly with psychotic issues were sitting there with their arms raised in front of them like they're doing impressions of ghosts. A man looks a bit strange too. The ambulance man straps my son into a seat. I just seem to be standing there. Next thing I look and my son is not so much belted to his seat but held against a metal grid like an element in a toaster. It was pretty gruesome.
Crap at golf
It was sunny and I'm outside sitting at a table in a public place. Possibly by the sea. There's a game which is a table-top golf game, computerised but played on the table (somehow) and I've found a way to win. I'd just got a good score and now a DC on my left has had a go but I beat him. The strategy only works on course number 6 which also had a name - something like "desert sands" but maybe not.
Another DC arrives and sits on my left and again I set the game up for course number 6. He'd played a few shots but I remembered now my winning strategy. I evacuated my bowel and placed the lumps in this container attached to the table and underneath it while he wasn't looking, as I had done before. My score raced ahead. :oops:
I didn't like the first dream. All sorts of PDP. My son saying he was desperate for the loo when were were out but then forgetting when we got home was a bit like him sometimes suffering in the dream. And me making him walk in pain to the main road was like me walking him home yesterday.
That aside, it was the ambulance that was strange. It was full of weirdos and didn't look and feel like a nice place to be. Something along the lines of "The haunted house on the hill". Whatever part of me that represents, it's not a nice part. But it is a part than needs care seemingly.
The second dream was just plain strange.
I don't think putting feces in the other guys jar is your actual winning strategy, rather it is a negative expression of how you feel about your strategy.
When you say "I've found a way to win", the words "cheating, loophole, beat the system, unfair advantage" all came to mind.
Perhaps you are cutting some corners somewhere in life, and deep down you disapprove of yourself for doing so?
^^^Good one, raklet.
Haha. Dunno about negative but certainly shows the lengths I would go to to avoid doing things the way I expect others would, when I think it's tougher.
It felt more like being clever than cheating. But yes Raklet, I'd agree with the "cutting corners" bit. My thinking in life has mainly been driven by finding strategies which avoid having to do too much work. "Cutting corners" is something I take as a compliment! (Memories of school reports stating that I do "just enough" work). But cheating? Well, whose rules are they anyway?
:shock: that is brilliant!! lol That vampire smiley is so great! lol :bowdown:
well forget the rest of it the fact that James Nesbitt was there makes it hell enough lol :lol:
That was a mad dream, the part with your son in pain sounds nasty :( sorry you had a bad dream mate.
:bowdown::bowdown: ha ha that is funny as hell mate!! I bet the DC didnt see that one coming lol :lol:
Not dreams, but the results of meandering thoughts today which made it into a notebook I had in my pocket.
- I was thinking about the little girl that's been appearing in dreams for the past year or two. I wondered what I would like to ask her. Then I realised that it's like I'm a little boy again and I want just to open up to her as it were, like she was a close friend (probably a little older and wiser too).
- I heard a young child crying. It was a painful cry as if something really special had been taken away from him. I felt the pain too. It was probably no more than a dropped sweetie but at that moment, for that child, it was extremely important and the trauma of the loss was unbearable. I feel like that sometimes.
- Wondering why I've been disillusioned with this group I run at church. We organise stuff and few turn up. But everyone says they want these events to happen. I think we're moving into a new paradigm. People are "very busy" these days. Families go out a lot. Retired people travel the world. What kind of engaging experiences do people really want in the 21st century?
- Memories of being in the kitchen with my mother when I was about 4. I used to make a jam tart in this small cake tin out of pastry and jam when she was baking. The food she was making didn't excite but having my own special jam tart was a nice feeling.
Daytime freely-associated thoughts are like dreams. Unconscious fantasies float into awareness for no apparent reason. Perhaps there is no reason, perhaps it's just the way the human psyche works? But each has its meaning. The last daydream speaks to me of my separateness. The jam tart was not for sharing, it was for me. A bit like a child's cuddly toy. A "transitional object" that a child clings to as a way of separating itself from its mother. The important thing was having the tart, not eating it. I don't recall them being especially tasty anyhow as I was only allowed a small amount of jam - so it was mainly pastry!
1000
Just noticed I'd submitted my 1000th post. This will be 1001. Good night.
In today's programme we look at what happened when...
I'm staying with this woman (landlady rather than lover I think) who is also a presenter on Blue Peter (non-UK info - it's a long-running kids' show and very British). I find out she's going to be marrying my boss and I have to move out. Like they're both [can't read the last 2 words :(].
Fragment-o-rama
- A shelf only a couple of inches high for keeping coloured sheets of paper.
- Meal around a rectangular table. I've got a cold and my sister is there and produces some vitamin C tablets. I was impressed at her intuition.
- New member of staff at a local cafe (with the same name as my sister's daughter (see above)). Older waitress introduces me. She's young, a little plump, with blonde curly hair. I ask if she's permanent but she says no only one day per week while she's studying.
- Blond boy (striking resemblance to the girl above) larking about and I was becoming irritated. He leans back and I push him over. He manages to turn his fall into a backward flip and lands safely. Three other random DCs think that's cool and do a backward flip too. I'm bored.
- Wosting down the otic. [well, that's what my writing looks like]
No thoughts on the first dream other than feeling pushed out.
The blond show-off guy is my shadow. I often get a (usually fat) boy attracting attention in my dreams and I always think he's an arse. Of course there's a part of my I don't like that is like that.