What Did You Dream Of Last Night?

Amazingly, I did have a dream last night...

I was walking about in this small but beautiful town. No cars, no people, lots of sunshine, immaculate streets. Every now and then, I would encounter white-coloured goats. Lots of goats. These goats were all friendly and non-aggressive. I felt relaxed.

Nope, I have no idea what this was all supposed to mean.
 
Mythopoeika said:
Amazingly, I did have a dream last night...

I was walking about in this small but beautiful town. No cars, no people, lots of sunshine, immaculate streets. Every now and then, I would encounter white-coloured goats. Lots of goats. These goats were all friendly and non-aggressive. I felt relaxed.

Nope, I have no idea what this was all supposed to mean.
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Apparently, seeing lots of white goats and having a good experience in a dream means that my fortunes are about to improve.
I guess I should wait and see if this actually happens.
 
brownmane said:
I didn't get to sleep until 0200 and my alarm went off at 0630, so just before waking, I was dreaming that I was in a town (probably supposed to be where I live, but it was not recognizable).

We had an invasion of attack kangaroos. At one point, I was trying to find cover because I was outside. I realized that if I was running past any landscape that was at a higher level than I was, was something I needed to avoid, or keep a distance away from it because the roos could easily launch higher and attack from above.

When we (I knew no one in the dream) saw the roos coming we would call loudly "The kangaroos are here!" to warn others to seek shelter.

It was kind of like an apocalyptic experience because everyone was madly trying to find protection from them. So anyone who was able to secure a building would then choose if they would let others in if the roos were attacking, because it put their lives at risk.

Of course the doors would have faulty locks or nothing to barricade them shut. And the roos could jump at them to try to get in.

I had to take shelter in several different places because either it was impossible to secure, or others panicking would force their way in and we wouldn't be able to shut the doors because of large groups forcing themselves in.

It was a tough decision as to whether you would let one person in because if others saw this, they would rush the doors. Also you had to judge whether there was enough time to get the person in and secure the doors before the roos got there.

It was a life and death situation and sometimes I was the one in control of security and other times I was the one trying to convince someone to allow me in.

I had no idea who would survive. I had no idea why the roos were attacking nor where they came from.
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This would make for a great horror film! Attack of The Killer Kangaroos!
 
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brownmane said:
I didn't get to sleep until 0200 and my alarm went off at 0630, so just before waking, I was dreaming that I was in a town (probably supposed to be where I live, but it was not recognizable).

We had an invasion of attack kangaroos. At one point, I was trying to find cover because I was outside. I realized that if I was running past any landscape that was at a higher level than I was, was something I needed to avoid, or keep a distance away from it because the roos could easily launch higher and attack from above.

When we (I knew no one in the dream) saw the roos coming we would call loudly "The kangaroos are here!" to warn others to seek shelter.

It was kind of like an apocalyptic experience because everyone was madly trying to find protection from them. So anyone who was able to secure a building would then choose if they would let others in if the roos were attacking, because it put their lives at risk.

Of course the doors would have faulty locks or nothing to barricade them shut. And the roos could jump at them to try to get in.

I had to take shelter in several different places because either it was impossible to secure, or others panicking would force their way in and we wouldn't be able to shut the doors because of large groups forcing themselves in.

It was a tough decision as to whether you would let one person in because if others saw this, they would rush the doors. Also you had to judge whether there was enough time to get the person in and secure the doors before the roos got there.

It was a life and death situation and sometimes I was the one in control of security and other times I was the one trying to convince someone to allow me in.

I had no idea who would survive. I had no idea why the roos were attacking nor where they came from.
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ramonmercado said:
This would make for a great horror film! Attack If The Killer Kangaroos!
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Sounds like an average day in Australia....
 
I dreamed I'd gone on holiday with my good friend. We often holiday together irl, and she's quite meek and quiet as a companion, but her dream counterpart was very different! We'd gone on a riding holiday, supposedly, and the dream started with us sitting in a large shed in a warm country, like Greece. There were lots of other people there too, which surprised me as I'd assumed it would only be the two of us. My friend seemed to have become friendly with others at the other end of the shed and I was feeling a bit deserted, when a woman rode up with a group of other mounted people and I assumed this was where we'd meet our mounts, but they all disappeared, There were lots of stable type people around, a young girl was holding a bridle and there was lots of stable work going on. We were handed print outs of things we had to assemble - IKEA instruction sheets. We apparently had to make sure we got the plumes right, as we'd have to change these regularly and would be marked down if they weren't correct (don't ask me what these 'plumes' were). I couldn't make head nor tail of the instructions (I'm not great with IKEA ones either) and eventually went to the woman leader and said (totally falsely) that I have dyspraxia and dyslexia and therefore couldn't be expected to do this. My friend, and another woman who looked very like her and who I kept getting mixed up with her despite the fact that this other woman had a 'sharp' face and wore a lot of make up, had completed their instructions.

Then we were told we were going on a boat trip. There was some hint that horses were involved, maybe we were going to ride back or something. My friend was chatting away to her new group, as I went down the stairs on a small boat with an elderly lady, who patted me on the torso and said something about using this trip to lose weight. I was horrified (my torso was its normal size and quite brown) but thought that maybe I ought to make my own friends on this trip and started chatting to Elderly Lady. The boat sailed out and it turned out that we were sailing from the island we'd been on to the mainland where we'd originally started, through lagoons and shallow estuaries to deep choppy waters beyond, but with land in sight all the time. Everyone except me seemed happily integrated and chatting away and I was left solo and reminding myself that it was only a week's holiday and I could go home soon.
 
Some time recently I dreamed about parking somewhere narrow, quite legally, that filled up with randomly-placed vehicles while I was away shopping or whatever.

Wasn't waiting around so I jumped in and pulled away. Several car mirrors twanged as I passed. I didn't care. :dunno:
 
I dreamed I was with my Dad, going to an event somewhere. We stopped on the way in and a man sitting at a table directed us. It was in an enormous room or event hall - a bit like the O2 arena, and was very crowded. My Dad was either with, or knew, a man sitting close by us, who had ginger hair that I thought might be a wig, as this man was quite elderly. The event started and I realised that it was a live Uncanny show, only because of the crowds I couldn't see the stage, I could just hear Danny talking. It was more like 'An Evening With' than Uncanny as Danny was talking about paranormal events that had happened to him, but I couldn't hear very well as there was a bunch of people sitting next to me on my right who were chatting loudly amongst themselves. I stood up and moved between people in order to be able to hear Danny, but then the man in the ginger wig walked across in front of me and off out of the hall. I suspected that he might have dementia so I followed him, out of the crowded room and down some concrete steps - the man was a flight ahead of me. As we went down, the man totally vanished, just disappeared off the steps. Unfazed, I went back to collect my Dad and we left. As we walked up the road away from the hall, there was a body lying in front of a bus, being wrapped in a sheet or blanket, and I realised that we'd heard the sirens during the event, they must have been for this accident. Then I realised that the body was that of the man who'd been sitting at the table, showing people the way to go in. My Dad and I went on to somewhere where I was lying in a garden playing with a large retriever-type dog which had a curly mop of hair. My dad was sitting drinking at an outdoor pub table and I mentioned to him that the dog;s hair was very much like a ginger wig...

Then there was a man running around with a syringe. I kept trying to get him to put a cover on the needle, but every time I popped something over the end he would take it off again. I was worried someone was going to get stuck with it.
 
I dreamt that I was at a shopping centre during the day ,looked up and saw a round white light.
Later I was being questioned by a man on what I had seen.
He said that normally people could not see ufo's during the day although many people saw them at other times and promptly forgot them.
He also said that my makeup was different somehow and they wanted to investigate it.
Then he spoke about reality and showed me what looked like a giant record in space and floating under it was one of gold, covered in strange symbols.
He was about to explain what it meant when my daughter turned on her light and walked down the hall to the loo and I woke up.

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I'd gone with one of my sons (a bit uncertain as to which one it was) and their partner to a shop which was rarely open. My son was wearing a suit and so was I, and as we went in the woman who owned the shop told me to be careful that I didn't sweep anything from the shelves with my clothes. I laughed and told her that was why I was carrying my jacket! We went inside and it was an antiques/curio/museum type of place, the walls were crammed with things, the shelves were full. There were other people in there too. At one point there was a room done up as an old sweet shop, and I remembered a time when it had actually been a proper sweet shop and you could buy stuff there, this museum/shop had been created around it. Now it was just an exhibit. There were badges and jewellery and furniture and all sorts for sale. I stopped to look at a wall hanging arrangement covered in jet ornaments. There were animals carved from jet, brooches and all sorts. I wanted a jet necklace (I used to have one irl but it broke and I've never managed to replace it) but there were no necklaces. I picked up a pin brooch of a horse or riding scene carved in jet and looked for a price, but there were no labels on anything.

A lot of this dream was probably prompted by watching a walk through of the Castle Museum in York, where they have a Victorian street setting with shops, although I had forgotten about my love of jet until this dream. And I don't know about the smart clothing thing..
 
Actually, having thought about it, the smart clothing might be to do with an upcoming family wedding, where I need to find something to wear... Which makes the tiny junk/antique shop and the jet pieces the only interesting part of the dream, disappointingly.
 
Some dreams rest on complex scenarios. Others seem just made to enjoy the oniric scenery.

My last dream obviously belongs to this category.

I dreamt I was visiting some kind of pilgrimage place in a distant land. I stood on a large, paved, central square, under a mountain cliff. On the left, there was a cave in the cliff, and on the right some buildings I took for temples.

I went into the cave first. Inside stood a small shrine to a red deity with a bull's head, arranged in a recess into the cliff. I thought to myself "that must be a Yamantaka shrine" (Yamantaka is a fierce Tibetan tantric deity with a bull's head). The
walls of the cave were covered with moss, and moisture. As red flags and pieces of fabric were suspended along the walls, the place was filled with a faint reddish light, contrasting with the darkness of the rocks. However, the cave felt comfortably warm.

I sat on a rocky bank which was cut into the cliff to enjoy the sense of sacredness the place was literally oozing with. Everything was quiet and peaceful. There was a palpable otherworldly feeling in this cave. I stayed there alone for a while, enjoying the atmosphere, until I felt the urge to go visit the buildings on the other side of the square. I thus left the cave with a distinct sense of regret.

The temple on the other side, although much more frequented (I found at least a dozen people inside) gave me a very different impression.

There was a large circular hall decorated with long white pieces of fabric coming down from the ceiling. The interior space was slightly foggy. Or perhaps this was the effect of incense sticks burning somewhere ? Groups of people clad in white walked together reciting incantations or discussing religious subjects in a low voice, I don't know.

Somehow, I felt I needed to go meet "the boss" of the place, e.g. the deity honoured I this other temple but an Asian lady dressed in a bizarre long white dress, intercepted me, and tried to get me participate to some cultish / sectarian ritual. She was wearing a overly oblong turban which didn't fit with any traditional dress I had seen. It made her look far taller than she actually was.

She was annoying me, trying to get me chant some kind of scripture with her fellow friends in order to "develop compassion" and relieve the sufferings of all beings. But I found it uncomfortable, superstitious, and sectarian. Looking at the people there, they didn't look especially compassionate, to me. They actually looked cold and sad, a bit like ghosts ...

So I forcefully bypassed the lady and entered a desert corridor, behind her back. I felt relieved by this bold move, and advanced towards the other end of the corridor, expecting soon to meet the deity of the place, which by at time, processing the information I had seen in the dream, must have been the Buddhist bodhisattva Avalokitesvara / Guanyin.

Unfortunately what I remember of this dream stops there.

In my youth I did enjoy travelling in Asian "sacred mountains" and temples, but that was a long time ago ... Although a few images of this dream are reminiscent of some places I visited, most do not fit with anything I can remember. Some of the rare concepts appearing in the dream are even factually wrong. For instance (I checked), the bull head deity Yamantaka is usually depicted with a dark blue skin, not a red one. So where the hell did I get this mental image from, I don't know ! Creative adaptation, perhaps.

In the end, I would say this dream was simply a kind of cheap way to travel and enjoy an exotic atmosphere without spending money ! And that's probably good enough.
 
AmStramGram said:
Some dreams rest on complex scenarios. Others seem just made to enjoy the oniric scenery.

My last dream obviously belongs to this category.

I dreamt I was visiting some kind of pilgrimage place in a distant land. I stood on a large, paved, central square, under a mountain cliff. On the left, there was a cave in the cliff, and on the right some buildings I took for temples.

I went into the cave first. Inside stood a small shrine to a red deity with a bull's head, arranged in a recess into the cliff. I thought to myself "that must be a Yamantaka shrine" (Yamantaka is a fierce Tibetan tantric deity with a bull's head). The
walls of the cave were covered with moss, and moisture. As red flags and pieces of fabric were suspended along the walls, the place was filled with a faint reddish light, contrasting with the darkness of the rocks. However, the cave felt comfortably warm.

I sat on a rocky bank which was cut into the cliff to enjoy the sense of sacredness the place was literally oozing with. Everything was quiet and peaceful. There was a palpable otherworldly feeling in this cave. I stayed there alone for a while, enjoying the atmosphere, until I felt the urge to go visit the buildings on the other side of the square. I thus left the cave with a distinct sense of regret.

The temple on the other side, although much more frequented (I found at least a dozen people inside) gave me a very different impression.

There was a large circular hall decorated with long white pieces of fabric coming down from the ceiling. The interior space was slightly foggy. Or perhaps this was the effect of incense sticks burning somewhere ? Groups of people clad in white walked together reciting incantations or discussing religious subjects in a low voice, I don't know.

Somehow, I felt I needed to go meet "the boss" of the place, e.g. the deity honoured I this other temple but an Asian lady dressed in a bizarre long white dress, intercepted me, and tried to get me participate to some cultish / sectarian ritual. She was wearing a overly oblong turban which didn't fit with any traditional dress I had seen. It made her look far taller than she actually was.

She was annoying me, trying to get me chant some kind of scripture with her fellow friends in order to "develop compassion" and relieve the sufferings of all beings. But I found it uncomfortable, superstitious, and sectarian. Looking at the people there, they didn't look especially compassionate, to me. They actually looked cold and sad, a bit like ghosts ...

So I forcefully bypassed the lady and entered a desert corridor, behind her back. I felt relieved by this bold move, and advanced towards the other end of the corridor, expecting soon to meet the deity of the place, which by at time, processing the information I had seen in the dream, must have been the Buddhist bodhisattva Avalokitesvara / Guanyin.

Unfortunately what I remember of this dream stops there.

In my youth I did enjoy travelling in Asian "sacred mountains" and temples, but that was a long time ago ... Although a few images of this dream are reminiscent of some places I visited, most do not fit with anything I can remember. Some of the rare concepts appearing in the dream are even factually wrong. For instance (I checked), the bull head deity Yamantaka is usually depicted with a dark blue skin, not a red one. So where the hell did I get this mental image from, I don't know ! Creative adaptation, perhaps.

In the end, I would say this dream was simply a kind of cheap way to travel and enjoy an exotic atmosphere without spending money ! And that's probably good enough.
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Wow! Some amazing detail there!
Any idea what prompted that epic?
 
blessmycottonsocks said:
Wow! Some amazing detail there!
Any idea what prompted that epic?
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No. Yesterday was quite an ordinary day. Waking up, eating breakfast, going to work, having lunch, working again, getting back home, stopping to buy some food, cooking, reading a few pages of a boring book, going to bed ... The only incident of the day happened when I politely declined giving some money to a wandering beggar in the street, which furiously angered him. He shouted at me in an African language ( probably some kind of insult or curse). Apart from that, nothing special.
 
AmStramGram said:
No. Yesterday was quite an ordinary day. Waking up, eating breakfast, going to work, having lunch, working again, getting back home, stopping to buy some food, cooking, reading a few pages of a boring book, going to bed ... The only incident of the day happened when I politely declined giving some money to a wandering beggar in the street, which furiously angered him. He shouted at me in an African language ( probably some kind of insult or curse). Apart from that, nothing special.
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Know what you mean!
Often my dreams surprise me and I wonder where the hell that came from!
 
Just a ten-second snippet: I was in a Portaloo (music festival?) with its door open, standing at the side of someone who was seated on the loo.

The seated individual was combing his/her huge bushy Afro with a proper Afro comb, then a rabbit jumped out of the hair (yes, l know…) and ran off.

:dunno:

maximus otter
 
escargot said:
One of my dreams included an experience of setting off in the current banger in fog with no lights on.
I was thinking 'It's OK, nobody will be honking at me because they can't see me!'

:dunno:
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I had another dream in which I was in some kind of relationship with David Tennant. We were sitting together in a busy room watching some kind of performance and he had his arm around me, his hand sort of dangling down beside me as men sometimes do when they think they 'ought' to put their arm around you but don't have much of an interest in doing so.

I really don't have THAT much interest in David Tennant and why he seems perpetually slightly interested in me in dreams is a bit baffling.
 
catseye said:
his hand sort of dangling down beside me as men sometimes do when they think they 'ought' to put their arm around you but don't have much of an interest in doing so.
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My experience of that position (not involving Tennant though, natch) has been more like the bloke, or more accurately youth, putting his arm there in an experimental way. :wink2:
 
escargot said:
My experience of that position (not involving Tennant though, natch) has been more like the bloke, or more accurately youth, putting his arm there in an experimental way. :wink2:
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I know the way you mean (the casual breast-brushing one), but this was more of the 'uninterested but know you want my arm around you so I'll just prop it here' way.

I never thought I'd be spending my Wednesday thinking of David Tennant's method of avoiding the breast-brush. There's a first time for everything I suppose.
 
catseye said:
I had another dream in which I was in some kind of relationship with David Tennant. We were sitting together in a busy room watching some kind of performance and he had his arm around me, his hand sort of dangling down beside me as men sometimes do when they think they 'ought' to put their arm around you but don't have much of an interest in doing so.

I really don't have THAT much interest in David Tennant and why he seems perpetually slightly interested in me in dreams is a bit baffling.
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catseye said:
I know the way you mean (the casual breast-brushing one), but this was more of the 'uninterested but know you want my arm around you so I'll just prop it here' way.

I never thought I'd be spending my Wednesday thinking of David Tennant's method of avoiding the breast-brush. There's a first time for everything I suppose.
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No-one is interested in David Tennant! Or breast-brushing (either avoiding or best techniques, really, due a lack of yetis, obviously...)
 
Yesterday I was looking at photos showing groups of people I know doing something of which I solidly approve, to the extent of often joining in.
One participant stood out with his beaming grin and I thought 'Look at him! What a character!' :)

So last night I naturally dreamed about greeting our Billy and complimenting him on his photogenicity. He laughed heartily and Scousily.

Can't wait to tell hm when I next see him. :chuckle:
 
catseye said:
I know the way you mean (the casual breast-brushing one), but this was more of the 'uninterested but know you want my arm around you so I'll just prop it here' way.
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The manoeuvre I thought of was the apparently casual but actually very carefully-managed non-provocative limb-positioning, where the arm lies lightly along the shoulders with the hand well clear, possibly resting on the back of the next seat.

This only works if there's nobody in that adjacent seat. Poor lad'd cop TWO slaps in that case. :chuckle:
 
Dreamed Techy and I were carrying purchases in flimsy carrier bags along a local street. He was complaining about his knee, heavy bags, the weather, what have you, and as there was nothing I could do about it all I was ignoring him.

Suddenly he collapsed full-length on the pavement. I rolled my eyes a bit and then a young couple came out of a nearby pub and helped him to his feet. They said 'Come in, we do food! Chips an' all sorts!'

Next thing, he was stitting down to steak pie and chips with a pint of Best. I was thinking I hope they do veggie pies too...

Weirdly, the pub in my dream is nowhere near the street we were on and when I looked at it online I found photos of a band set-up with guitars and amps. This is currently very much on Techy's mind.
They also do highly-praised food.

Looks like we have a new local. :thought:
 
Last night I had a very long and involved dream of which not much remains other than the location, which was a huge garden, like the one at my old house, and a woman whose hair I was attempting to braid with a man. She had the very tight curls of someone who has had their hair braided but it's just come out, the rest was all in small plaits and for some reason we were trying to put the plaits back in where they'd come out!
 
Two tiny coins. Each was a 5p, and I kept them in a leather pouch, from where I removed them to pay for something over the counter at a hotel. The hotel was somewhere I have never been, and thinking about it afterwards, I got the distinct impression it was somewhere like Lovecraft's Innsmouth.

The coins were really, really small- smaller than an old half pence, and very, very shiny silver.

I think I was trying to buy a room for the night (for 10p!), but was distracted by the woman behind the counter being the most attractive I had ever seen and it was all i could do not to make this obvious. In retrospect I think she may have been (or strongly resembled) "Toni with an 'I'" from Detectorists. Which is weird, because I am not particularly attracted to her "in real life". I mean the character, not the actor, who I'm sure is lovely.
 
Had a temperature last night so unsurprisingly enjoyed a fever dream or two.

Can remember lying inside an open sarcophagus with stone blankets which I threw off because I was too hot.
It was all a little Man Size in Marble.
 
escargot said:
Had a temperature last night so unsurprisingly enjoyed a fever dream or two.

Can remember lying inside an open sarcophagus with stone blankets which I threw off because I was too hot.
It was all a little Man Size in Marble.
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You have just made me belatedly realise, at 54, that "fever dream"- as in particularly vivid or disturbing dreams- refers to the state of having an actual fever. And not, as I think I had unthinkingly assumed my whole life, just "feverishly exciting".

How do I get a fever without actually getting ill? Would drinking a very hot beverage just before bed do it?
 
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