I am British but I wasn't being sarcastic (that kind of thing can be difficult to read on message boards, so is best deployed by experts). It's just that emotional intelligence can be seen to be making up for something else in examples I've seen it claimed for people, though not always, I have no doubt it exists. Maybe I'm suspicious of terms like that being popularised so you don't know who is and who isn't anymore? I dunno.
GNC- I get what you're saying. I generally think of and experience it as (another awful word here) a "vibe". Which, IMO, is reading a situation with a combination of empathy, pattern recognition and a good BS detector. When it works fast enough, it can seem like intuition. For the record, I do believe that intuition exists as a thing unto itself, but it seems far more nebulous.
Spudrick - I hope you enjoyed your trip. And it's not that you are especially cynical - I've experienced the same reaction from nearly every British person I've ever met. They'd give the deadly one-raised-eyebrow look and I couldn't figure out what I'd done wrong! Even our elderly, cat-loving neighbor would look at me with suspicion when we chatted about our pets. It took a while before I figured out it was due to a culture gap.
NF- Your colleague sounds like she may fit the description of borderline personality disorder, narcissistic personality disorder, or any combination of the cluster B disorders, for that matter. Such people can be very appealing on the surface, but cross them or reach the "devalue and discard" stage and you had better head for the bunkers.
There's lots of information on the web, if you want to check it out. It may give you some insight into her personality.
GNC- I get what you're saying. I generally think of and experience it as (another awful word here) a "vibe". Which, IMO, is reading a situation with a combination of empathy, pattern recognition and a good BS detector. When it works fast enough, it can seem like intuition. For the record, I do believe that intuition exists as a thing unto itself, but it seems far more nebulous.
Spudrick - I hope you enjoyed your trip. And it's not that you are especially cynical - I've experienced the same reaction from nearly every British person I've ever met. They'd give the deadly one-raised-eyebrow look and I couldn't figure out what I'd done wrong! Even our elderly, cat-loving neighbor would look at me with suspicion when we chatted about our pets. It took a while before I figured out it was due to a culture gap.
NF- Your colleague sounds like she may fit the description of borderline personality disorder, narcissistic personality disorder, or any combination of the cluster B disorders, for that matter. Such people can be very appealing on the surface, but cross them or reach the "devalue and discard" stage and you had better head for the bunkers.
There's lots of information on the web, if you want to check it out. It may give you some insight into her personality.
GNC- I get what you're saying. I generally think of and experience it as (another awful word here) a "vibe". Which, IMO, is reading a situation with a combination of empathy, pattern recognition and a good BS detector. When it works fast enough, it can seem like intuition. For the record, I do believe that intuition exists as a thing unto itself, but it seems far more nebulous.
The dream revolved around some people my husband knows (whom I know too, but not extremely well). There was trouble going down. One of the women had been harrassed and falsely accused of a particular, heinous crime. Her friends had gathered round her in order to defend her. The atmosphere was tense and worried and it seemed that others would be dragged into the trouble as well. They were talking about what strategy to use to protect themselves.
Later that evening, after I'd woken up, I found out that something very much like this had happened. My husband wasn't present at the time, but a very similar situation had occured - the woman had been harrassed on the street and falsely accused of this particular crime - an especially hurtful accusation, likely made because it was so hurtful - and one of her friends had punched the accuser. The friend ended up badly beaten, but he had thrown the first punch, so now there was trouble...
It wasn't one of those dreams where it was a clear snapshot of what was going to happen, but the story in the dream was pretty spot on. As grim as this is, it's interesting what I didn't see in the dream, which was the identity of the accuser - a mentally unstable man who's well known in town for harrassment, assault and frivolous lawsuits. I wonder why that was absent when the rest of the story was quite clear?
Also, I didn't necessarily foresee the punch-up, but the discussion in the dream was about lawyers, lawsuits and legal repercussions for other people besides the woman. So when I heard about the fight, I was disappointed but not surprised.
I hope you update us on this quite soon Ulalume.Over in the "what were you doing five minutes ago" thread I just mentioned having a feeling of foreboding, and I can't tell if it's another thing to do with this or something else.
Have you posted this story on here before, a few years ago? The Christmas lights on the shore rings a bell.I had a couple of dreams like this in the 1980s but none since.
In one, I was in the sea during a storm at night. I was in the water, surrounded by wreckage and people panicking. This middle aged man told me to stay calm and I'd be OK if I held on to a piece of wreckage. Oddly that hadn't occurred to me (doh) but I did as he said. I knew the man and I weren't 'there' but the other people, somehow... were. He went off to calm down other people. There were christmas lights along the shore - we were within sight of the shore.
It was so vivid, I woke up screaming the place down, and crawling along the walls trying to find the light switch. This woke my husband (then boyfriend) up and so I told him the whole story, down to the detail of the lights strung along the shore, that I saw from the water. Then fell back asleep and thought no more of it. Went to uni, came home, watched evening news and... the Penlee boat disaster had happened. We checked the time when I woke him up and it was around 2 AM. My husband remembers it to this day.
Some time after, I had another terrifying maritime dream. This time, no reassuring middle aged man. But it was a vaguer dream. I was in what looked like a cruise liner, somewhere below deck, kept hostage. This time there was nothing on the news - relief. Then a week later... a cruise ship was hijacked. I think one person was killed. When we saw the end of the story on the evening news - one of the girls who had worked on the ship, whose family had gone to meet her at the airport - her brother was on TV and he had been in my class at school!
Never had a dream like either again.
There is a sting in the tail though. In the early 2000s - 30 years on - I was researching family history and discovered I had an ancestor who, as a middle aged man, was one of only three survivors of a boat accident. The newspaper reports said he only survived because a man on the bank shouted out to him "Hold thy hold, lad!" and he clung on to a piece of wreckage...
Probably have. I'm very repetitive!Have you posted this story on here before, a few years ago? The Christmas lights on the shore rings a bell.
Had another dream - don't know if it was before, during or after the explosion in China, but it was certainy before I'd heard the news.
I was asleep, and heard someone - a male voice - say "a massive fireball has been seen over China." When I woke up I didn't know if this had been a dream, or if I'd overheard a news report or if my husband had even woken me to tell me at one point. When I did turn on the news, it was the lead story.
When I saw my husband later I mentioned the explosion and it turned out he hadn't even heard about it - in fact no one in the house knew about it! No one had watched TV or listened to the radio at that point. I can't think of any other way I would have heard it.
That's two maybe-prophetic dreams in a month? That's a bit much and I hope it doesn't become a habit!
The dream me does not sound like the real me! I haven't got a yacht, not even a toy one for the bath. (In fact, I don't have a bath, just a shower.) And I never drink tea, and I'm not obsessed with Jaws! (The film was OK, but the book was crap!)Would be interesting to see how close the real Rynner is to my dream Rynner. Very nice chat though Rynner, and thanks for the tea but you need to get over your obsession with the film Jaws!
The dream me does not sound like the real me! I haven't got a yacht, not even a toy one for the bath. (In fact, I don't have a bath, just a shower.) And I never drink tea, and I'm not obsessed with Jaws! (The film was OK, but the book was crap!)
..mostly whiteok physical appearance. Dream Rynner was grey/dark haired..
..sadly, no...slim..
..only for watching TV...wore glasses..
The only thing Burt and I had in common was a tache!Now I remember you said you used to look like Burt Reynolds, dream Rynner could have passed as Burt if clean shaven.
Is dreaming about folks on here really common now? I'm interested to know how we know it's them if we've never seen them.
He experienced an unusually vivid dream in which he saw the body of his brother Henry lying dead in a metal coffin in his sister's sitting room. The coffin was supported by two chairs, and upon his brother's still chest was a bouquet of flowers with one red rose in its center.
It was just a few weeks later that Henry died as the result of injuries sustained in a boat accident. Appearing at the wake, Twain found his brother's body just as he had seen it in the dream: in a metal coffin supported by two chairs. Missing only were the flowers. Just then, a woman entered the room and placed on Henry's chest a bouquet - with a single red rose in the center.
I had a nightmare almost come true. I used to have a night mare where I would be sitting ina park of some sort, at a picnic table across from maybe four or five very attractive young women. While I was looking at them they were smiling at me. Their smiles made me feel like the luckiest man on earth. Then all of a sudden they started looking back and forth from me to someone or something that was slowly coming up behind me with great power that I could somehow feel. The women were still smiling at me and "it" as it came to standing directly and close behind me. My level of fear became so great that I dare not turn around and look at the being. Their smile then became somehow menacing even though it had not changed their smile seemed to me to be saying "I dare you to look" I would then wake up terrified and in a cold sweat. Now here is where it really gets creepy, one night in real life I walked into a jewelry store to see if I could get change for the bus. The young woman behind the counter said yes she would give me change. I couldn't help but notice the way she was smiling at me, it haunted me even though she was very attractive. All of a sudden I notice through the corner of my eyes a rather tall woman in a full length white fur coat approach from behind but at an angle where I could not make out the her facial features as I was busy counting my change. The tall woman then casually put her hand on the counter. She was still standing at an angle where if I just turned my head 45 degrees I could see her clearly. I noticed her hand or should I say paw. While her hand was completely human it some how reminded me of the paw of a dog which I found interesting enough to think to myself, "I wonder what her face looks like" just then as I thought of turning to look I was struck by a fear that was so great that me knees started knocking. I have in my life look down the barrel of a gun before but I was never so afraid of anything of I was to look at the Woman. As I turned my attention to the the woman behind the counter there was that smile from my nightmare only this I almost heard her thinking, "I dare you to look" I exit the shop very quickly.Has anyone had any dreams that have actually happened?
I've had a few inconsequential dreams that have happened. There are a couple that I really remember because they were so vivid and slightly odd too.
I was sitting in the college canteen at a particular table, chatting to a guy that I had only ever spoken to twice, and on those occasions whilst sitting at different tables. As we were chatting, he said, "there's Jill", (Jill was one of our lecturers), so I turned, saw a girl wearing jeans with long blonde hair walk though the canteen and out through the door, and then spotted Jill, pottering along with arms over-loaded with bags and books. I thought, "shall I call out 'hello' to her, then decided against it as she was slightly deaf and I didn't want to embarrass myself. So instead I turned back to the guy and and carried on chatting.
I remember waking up from it thinking how odd it was, because it was so dull and uninteresting, and why was I sitting with this guy?
Anyway, a couple of days later I was sitting in the canteen with the same guy, just because he happened to sit down in order to say hello. We were chatting away and suddenly, the guy said, "There's Jill", and it was as though my dream were being replayed before my very eyes. Every detail was identical to the dream, including my thoughts on calling out 'hello'. VERY bizarre.
All of the other dreams have been equally mundane, but have struck me as a kind of enormous dejavu.
However, possibly the strangest was a dream I had when I was 12. I dreampt that I was studying for A-Levels at an infant school, and I came out of a class-room, turned to close the door, which was Royal Blue, and then turned back to a friend who had black hair. It was odd ebcuase I wasn't planning on doing A-Levels, my plan was just to beocme an actress.
Anyway, when I was 18, I came out of an A-Level lecture, turned to close the door and had, as previously described, the most intense dejavu, and then it hit me that I had dreamed this. The building was an old infant school, the door was blue and the girl I was with had black hair.
VERY odd...
Most of these true dreams were either dreamt or reinacted while I was attending that particular college.