Sometimes they just feel very complicated don't they ?!I had a very involved dream last night. I dreamt that I was Joe Lycett's -who in the dream was a member of this forum under the name Big Kri-best friend and I was visiting him in hospital because he couldn't use his arms. After saving a talking cat from a savage fight, I took a wrong turn and ended u somewhere unfamiliar. It was meant to be the Isle of Man but it looked more like central Europe, there was a nice square with cafes, a church and a clothes market where I bought a lovely green silk dress for a tenner. I went to one of the cafes and saw a colleague who told me off for leaving the Isle of Man but I explained I hadn't. He then asked for 500 quid so he could show me the way to the hospital. Things start to look more familiar and I recognise a park, but there is also a shopping precinct and studios which I don't recognise, but I see another colleague who starts moaning to me about the co-op. I eventually get there but Joe has a new best friend.
Sorry that's not remotely interesting to anyone else but I felt the need to right it down.
Yep, that was the point. In my dream they had died in the 1960s, before Bond really took off, as a result of time-travelling film-makers in the present day, or something like that!! In reality they lived to 90, 89 and 93. And while I like Bond, and have read all the Ian Fleming books, it's not an obsession of mine, and not a theme I dream about regularly unlike the lack of footwear, which is a regular theme. (And just as I'm writing 'footwear', the word 'footprint' is mentioned on Newsnight.Young?
IMHO dreams are the picture show side-effect of your memory processes performing housekeeping during sleep. Memory operates via fluid / flexible associations. The dreaming mind is in an active (near-waking) state - a state within which (as in waking life) you are constantly attempting to 'situate' yourself by fleshing out the scene or situation within which you find yourself.... I KEEP dreaming of there being other people in my house. Either burglars, or just people going about normal business, pretending that they have every right to be there! What's that all about, someone?
But they are always strangers - which leads me to think it's the actual act, ie, someone being in my house, uninvited, that is the unexplained thing. I'm not dreaming about people I know.IMHO dreams are the picture show side-effect of your memory processes performing housekeeping during sleep. Memory operates via fluid / flexible associations. The dreaming mind is in an active (near-waking) state - a state within which (as in waking life) you are constantly attempting to 'situate' yourself by fleshing out the scene or situation within which you find yourself.
Perhaps for you your house is the most familiar and ready-to-hand context for framing the figures, their actions and their relationship to you as they randomly bubble up from memory.
The 'stranger' is framed with regard to your house, and then you 'construct' the visible character to represent the 'stranger' (which in turn might be a personification of 'intrusion' or 'something wrong'). Which elements of the scene / scenario are innate to the impulse versus which are synthesized to flesh out the scene / scenario can vary. No matter what it may be that seeds the tableau you're filling in the remainder with available parts.But they are always strangers - which leads me to think it's the actual act, ie, someone being in my house, uninvited, that is the unexplained thing. I'm not dreaming about people I know.
If you woke up with a headache, then I'd say paint fumes.I am sleeping in my own spare room at the moment (no, I haven't fallen out with myself and shut myself out of my bedroom, I'm decorating in there). Which may explain last night's weirdness.
I dreamed I woke up and went to the staircase. Downstairs, in a hallway I don't have, was a couple. A gingerish older man with a 1950's haircut. i shouted 'what are you doing in here?' and he just smiled and walked through to the kitchen. I went down and there was a different couple in the kitchen, which appeared to be old fashioned. A woman with grey curly hair was making tea and she smiled at me. I realised that these were the people who lived in my house before me.
Then I dreamed I and another daughter were stuck somewhere rural. I called my middle daughter to drive over and pick us up. On the way home she was talking about an old school friend and, as a result took a wrong turning and we ended up having to turn around in a gateway. Then we were shopping in a large town and middle daughter said to me 'It's the sixth today' in a meaningful way. I then realised it was the birthday of other daughter who was with us (whose birthday, in real life, isn't anywhere near the sixth of anything) and I'd forgotten! She was being very nice about it but I was overwhelmed with guilt.
I KEEP dreaming of there being other people in my house. Either burglars, or just people going about normal business, pretending that they have every right to be there! What's that all about, someone?
I'm a scruffy and innocent Johnny Depp style guy.Had a very vivid dream that I only recall part of, but as far as I can remember, it is an unprecedented type of dream for me. I met my soul mate! He was a sort of scruffy and innocent Johnny Depp style guy, not a look alike but a look-similar, sort of. There was not much action of any type, but there was a voice over narration and music, as the dream was somewhat cinematic in a very low key way.
My "soul mate"and I lived in the same apartment building, and shared a common entry area where there was seating. In this area, he arranged for a "performance" by black haired women, somewhat punk/goth style, who sat around and didn't say anything. I watched, had some alcoholic drink, and then went back up to my apartment. The stairs had turned into a ladder, and my "soul mate" helped me up. It felt highly romantic, and not at all erotic. I missed him when I woke up, and hope I get to dream of him again!
Oh Crediton! That's a blast from the past. My dad and I used to go to Crediton on the bus and then walk back to Exeter over the hills (back in the day when the hills were fields, not housing estates).I was dreaming about driving somewhere - maybe Crediton - with my former boss, and the road we were taking was inexplicably diverted, but we didn't believe the road sign and kept driving. This led to us bumping down a grassy slope towards a river, and eventually IN the river (in my trusty red Mini). Somehow we turned out of the river to park between two buildings, next to Office Angels, and when I queried whether we were allowed to park there, my companion said, "Oh, it's alright, where I'm going is right next to Office Angels". The she trotted off, leaving me worried about getting a parking fine...