What Did You Dream Of Last Night?

A strange, disjointed one:

I was at a police rifle range being run by a woman with whom l used to work IRL. Weirdly, the targets were situated hundreds of yards away among what looked like Victorian tenements. [Name] called a halt in shooting, and l decided to go down range to inspect the targets.

[Name] drove us to the backstop area in a coach , but had to wait for a double-decker bus to vacate the one parking spot in the cramped area. Bizarrely, although the rifle range had been warm and summery the tenements were in deep snow, proper fantasy Dickensian Christmas conditions.

l stood near the targets as shooting had evidently resumed, and could hear and see bullets impacting the paper. For some reason l walked into the line of fire and stood with my back to the targets, looking in the direction of the firing point. There were tall buildings intervening, and l wondered how high the bullets had to arc in order to pass over them yet still hit the paper.

Looking off to the right of the targets a residential street rose gently in sunshine, draped in the deep, clean snow. Off in the distance l could see three men dressed as snowmen coming down the slope towards me, engaged in a snowball fight. l somehow knew that they were policemen in disguise.

Break.

I’m walking through a green, sunlit park, the type with lots of arranged activities like tree-climbing. Everyone around is happy. l reach a place where my route descends almost vertically down a wide ladder of round, varnished rungs like the wall bars in gyms. This isn’t inconveniencing anyone; all are negotiating it effortlessly. A beautiful young girl in her early teens with full, model-girl lips and long, glossy black hair walks past me in the opposite direction.

I start to descend the odd steps. Suddenly l see, ascending them towards me, a former girlfriend of mine IRL. She is breathtakingly gorgeous, perfectly made up and wearing a black dress with colourful flowers on it. She becomes aware of my approach and turns to engage more deeply with the handsome young man accompanying her. My heart breaks all over again. After l pass her l surreptitiously inhale deeply, trying to absorb every possible molecule of her sweet scent.

Awake.

maximus otter
 
maximus otter said:
l’ve just emailed my mate DT. Oddly, he told me, “I’ve been having a weird recurring dream about an authoress with short hair who works in a supermarket. She keeps making googoo eyes at me, and trying to lure me into her upstairs understairs cupboard for some unspecified but disturbing activities. l won’t go, obviously, because she’s Northern.”

Spooky, eh?

maximus otter
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If anyone is playing the Northern card, then surely DT is far more Northern than I am...
 
Two weird dreams last night. In the first I was in a square like a cloister with an open grass area in the middle. There were people around but it wasn't busy or crowded, warm and sunny and I was sitting on the ground watching a man in the centre of the 'arena' with a microphone. He was talking but I couldn't hear the words. A friend who was evidently with me said 'that's the Dark Man,' as though I were supposed to know who he was, and I realised that I was at Cheltenham and about to watch the running of the Grand National. As the space was tiny (the size of a conventional cloister) I aimlessly wondered when the horses would arrive and why there weren't more people here.

In the second I was frantically getting ready for a party for which I'd had very little warning. I was in a hotel room with lots of other women, all who seemed to know what they were doing and to be suitably dressed. I opened 'my' wardrobe and said 'I'll just have to wear something from here', relieved to find that, at the back, there were a couple of flouncy 'ballgown' type dresses which I knew would be suitable. I put one of these on and then searched for the shoes that I'd found especially to wear with the dress. Someone I know irl - a fellow writer - came to try and help me and we were turning out cupboards and bags looking for these shoes. Eventually I decided I'd just go barefoot, the dress was long and nobody would see, whereupon I found that I'd already got the shoes on. Then I was uncertain as to whether I was invited to the party at all, I was sitting with a pile of 2p pieces, just running my finger over the smooth edges and a girl walked past and said 'don't be silly, of course you're meant to be there!'


I think a lot of the second dream reflects anxiety over my son's forthcoming wedding, for which I really don't have a thing to wear! As to the first, I don't follow the Grand National any more, but if there are any horses called The Dark Man running, put 50p on for me, would you?
 
escargot said:
Here's the list from Grand National.org.

Confirmed Horses List & Odds
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Thank you! I must admit to a weakness for last year's winner, I Am Maximus, he's a lovely horse but I've heard good things about Fontaine Collonges too. But I'd have to love a horse called Twig...

I should point out that I don't ever put money on the GN, although the year I was in the work's sweepstake I came second. Or my horse did.
 
catseye said:
Thank you! I must admit to a weakness for last year's winner, I Am Maximus, he's a lovely horse but I've heard good things about Fontaine Collonges too. But I'd have to love a horse called Twig...

I should point out that I don't ever put money on the GN, although the year I was in the work's sweepstake I came second. Or my horse did.
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I learned a harsh lesson from the 2022 Grand National.
Picked five horses, e/w. Results as follows -

One pulled up.
Three unseated rider.
One finished - 15th.

I'm only slightly better at picking partners. :dunno:
 
Yes, I had a fondness for The Cesarewitch, who was a lovely grey and won me some cash in that sweepstake. He was the horse I would have put a bet on if I hadn't drawn him anyway. I do like a nice grey, but I think that might be mostly because they are easy to spot.

I had one grey pony when I was young and he was permanently filthy. I prefer black ponies now, not so many stains to get out.
 
Possibly the most irritating dream for a long time last night. I guess I was about twelve, and riding my bike around the streets where I lived back then. I turned the corner onto the steep hill that led to our house at the bottom, and then it hit me...

The answer. I sussed in an instant the answer to the issue that had been festering away in my head since I was a child. And I knew immediately that knowing this, my life would be different when I awoke. I had, in essence, solved the biggest problem in my existence and all the challenges and problems I face on an everyday basis now not only made sense, but were understandable and solvable. I rode down the hill towards my house with a feeling of elation.

Then I woke up and forgot what it was.

How can the dreaming brain be so cruel?!
 
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Woke up in a sweat having dreamt that Donald Trump turned up at our WI meeting and got stroppy when he wasn’t welcomed. He pronounced that it was our own fault we were oppressed as we chose to be women, Complaining about biscuits not being up to much and was shoved out door.

it sounds funny written down, but was actually quite upsettin.

he’s not planning to take over women’s groups next
 
I have worked at Yellowstone for several seasons and it is my most favorite place. The amount of heat radiating up through the ground is immense throughout the caldera. You are sitting above a hotplate of melted rock that is only 5-17 kilometers below you and has an immense volume. The area is fairly active as well although larger events happen on different timelines depending on the magnitude of the event. There has been around 20 large lava flows since the last super eruption. Earthquake activity is in the several thousands per year.
Anyway, I was dreaming that I again had a job out there but as I was approaching the air was completely full of ash or soot particles reducing visibility to under a few thousand feet. It seemed to be that some event was transpiring and no one seemed to be sure what. It was a brief dream and the last bit was someone saying that a reading at a pool was 108 degrees F. There are many thermal pools, springs and geysers and the reading seemed in the dream to confirm something was underway but in reality most thermal pools are way hotter than that.
It seemed somewhat precognitive but a secondary review is that the entire Western USA is covered by smoke in the fall from forest fire burning up throughout the whole area every season now. One of the last times I was out the air was indeed full of smoke particles and the visibility was greatly reduced. This goes on for several months.
As for forteana I had been watching a video on how the ahrimanic and luciferic forces are trying to draw us down a plane into a realm called the eighth sphere as described by mystic and philosopher Rudolf Steiner. There is a sideways "8" on forteana forums, and the temperature was 108, I guess I am reaching but it seems to have been on my subconscious. So a sideways 8 is endless but not infinite.
But will there be an event? Knowing Yellowstone there will be many, so I will look for an ash event. I have had a related dream where a lot of super heated water flows out to West Yellowstone, but it kind of does anyway if you look at the drainage systems and boiling subterranean waters in the various thermal features and geyser basins.
 
I was dating a man, early days but he seemed wonderful. Quite good looking, very slim and he wore rather outlandish clothing. There was a lot of everyday stuff going on, shopping etc and I was happily contemplating sleeping with him for the first time. Then he suddenly revealed that he had quite an extreme drug habit. I was taken aback and spent the rest of the dream trying to work out whether it was worth the gamble of continuing the relationship or whether I should split up with him now. I think I'd decided I had to leave and I woke up.

My dream life seems to be an oddly mundane with a twist one. Where, in the words of our thread title, are all the flying cars?
 
Dozing on t'sofa last night I dreamed in forensic detail about mending a washing machine I once had.

At the time I'd watched with interest what the repair man did, even though he noticed and tried to hide the procedure, so I knew that if I needed to move the motor to change the belt I needed to mark its position first. I'd already sussed changing the motor brushes.

For some reason this came into my head and I dreamed of waiting for the repair man to leave and then gleefully dragging the washing machine back out, taking the top off and drawing lines round the motor with a hefty marker.

Hadn't thought about that in years. :dunno:
 
I dreamed I was in an attic or similar room in an old house. The ceilings sloped, so the corners were oddly angled, and I was dusting with one of those fluffy 'French maid on a chair, ooh la la!' type dusters. I was talking to someone while I dusted. What I was dusting was a collection of pictures hanging on one wall, sort of half in a corner. They were black with accumulated dust and dirt and there were spiders among them. My duster was disturbing them and they were running up and down the wall, spinning threads and trying to hide behind some of the pictures. I was scraping at the black dirt with the duster and hoping it would come off - the room seemed to have been disused for quite a while. The person I was talking to said something along the lines of 'I'm waiting to see if you can sort all that out.'

Between @escargot and I, we seem to have household maintenance covered in Dreamworld!
 
catseye said:
I dreamed I was in an attic or similar room in an old house. The ceilings sloped, so the corners were oddly angled, and I was dusting with one of those fluffy 'French maid on a chair, ooh la la!' type dusters. I was talking to someone while I dusted. What I was dusting was a collection of pictures hanging on one wall, sort of half in a corner. They were black with accumulated dust and dirt and there were spiders among them. My duster was disturbing them and they were running up and down the wall, spinning threads and trying to hide behind some of the pictures. I was scraping at the black dirt with the duster and hoping it would come off - the room seemed to have been disused for quite a while. The person I was talking to said something along the lines of 'I'm waiting to see if you can sort all that out.'

Between @escargot and I, we seem to have household maintenance covered in Dreamworld!
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Just make sure you get paid for all that work.
 
catseye said:
I'm just a bit worried about the sheer mundanity of my dreams lately. I'd almost be glad to see David Tennant back.
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Well have this then -

Techy and I popped out for a little spin this morning, just over 20 miles with a nice latte half way.

At home I whipped us up some lunch so we ate and sprawled on the sofa, where I micro-dreamed that instead of going out on the bikes we stayed home and sprawled on the sofa. :chuckle:
 
escargot said:
At home I whipped us up some lunch so we ate and sprawled on the sofa, where I micro-dreamed that instead of going out on the bikes we stayed home and sprawled on the sofa. :chuckle:
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The laugh's on you! You're still in the dream... :evillaugh:
 
A proper, old fashioned traditional 'zombie invasion' type dream! At last! Although no sign of DT...

There was a zombie outbreak. I was in a town and people were trying to carry on as normal - one person out shopping with a big shopping bag - but things were tense. You never knew who was going to 'turn' next. I got picked up by a group in an SUV and taken to headquarters on a farm, one girl was going around in jodhpurs and socks because she still had to look after the horses, even while all hell was breaking loose. At one point we were hiding under a cliff while on top of the cliff the military were out in tanks and armoured vehicles, looking out for zombies to dispose of. We made ourselves known eventually and were told to go back and stay safe. We were all crowded together in the farmhouse, I was stroking a creamy coloured cat with long fur, and thinking that the cat didn't look very well, when the cat glanced up at me and I knew it had been infected as well. Gradually, one after another, everyone in my group was being infected, and we worked out that it was nothing to do with being bitten, but the virus was airborne. At the end, one man stood up and said in a kind of wonder "we're all infected now, except for YOU," and came towards me. I seemed to have a kind of immunity and I was thinking as I stood there how ironic it was, because I've written a book a long time ago about someone who was immune to vampire bites, that I should be the only one immune to the zombie virus.

I woke up,
 
I had a most Fortean dream early this morning.

I dreamt I was at home where I grew up, and where my parents still live. I was walking down a garden path towards an open area when I saw my father coming towards me. I was young, though not a child, but not my current age, but my father was how I remember him in his prime. Thinking about it, he appeared to me as the age I am now.
But as I looked, there was suddenly two of him.
They looked identical, but one was dressed in his favourite garb with rubber boots, coat and hat, ready to walk the fields with his beloved dogs, and the other was dressed dapper, as he would going to the races, his other great love.
I immediately knew the significance of this and ran forward to embrace him, and it was the dapper race goer I hugged, crying at the portent, the two now coalesced.
I woke with a terrible sense of unease and waited until I know he would be home before calling.
Fortunately, all was well, and my joy at hearing his voice recounting some small adventure with one of my sibling's children was hard to contain.
Both of my parents are elderly and time weighs heavily.
 
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Had an intuition of a past Mothers influence, psi influences in the wild-man class. A cave full of identical tall thin blond beautiful ethereal bodies of perfect blonde about 17-23 identical sleeping on right side, large cave. Possibly indicating a long habitation by a archaic type, perhaps homo antecessor, pygmy, neanderthal, denisovan, archaic sapiens. They were all ghostly white and sleeping stretched out on I think the right side and facing me but also have an impression turned away, red paint, perhaps burial. guessing ande-lusion or trans polar. Very brief dream forget what swayed into that possibly extensive research and modelling project.
 
It's been hot so sleep has been sporadic. Anyway last night a memory of a brief dream.
I seemed to be underwater and swimming towards me was a dark haired bearded man.
I marvelled that he seemed at home there, but I woke before he reached me.
 
I've had very few dreams that I remember upon waking, of late. That may be due to a meds-change, or it may be down to my wife doing nights and to my literally reading til 2.30am every night and getting a max of five and a half hours' sleep.

Anyway, despite this, last night's was fantastic. I very rarely have 'nightmares'- ones strong enough to wake me up anyway- but last night... hooo boy.

I was sharing a house with an old friend, who I knew to secretly be a serial killer. I also knew that as long as I kept him 'engaged' he wouldn't murder anyone. We were throwing a party, and everyone was getting along just fine... but then I noticed three women through the window, hanging around our front gate. Immediately I knew my friend would murder them given the chance, so I had to distract him.

To do this, I took him down a long corridor at the back of the house and towards a store room... which is when I realised that, not only was I living with a serial killer, but the house itself was haunted. Things started to move, a typewriter on a desk in the corridor shifted and fell off. I was lifted off my feet and hurled down some stairs towards another table, where I just about managed to land without breaking any bones.

Into the storeroom we went, to be confronted by many tables covered in all manner of nonsense- which began shifting and moving of its own accord.

At this point I realised I was paralysed with fear, and couldn't speak. With effort I found my voice, and (squeaking slightly) managed to confront the presence in the manner of, for some reason, an 'East End Geezer', like Danny Dyer if he was cast as John Constantine.

I backed out of the room, noticing through a window that the house sat at the bottom of a big hill- upon which stood the ruins of a castle. It was now night. Tourists were ambling down the hill towards the house, and I shouted and gestured madly for them to turn back. Three of the tourists were the women from outside the front of the house earlier- and out of the corner of my eye I noticed my friend concealing himself behind the bushes that now lined our hallway. He was carrying a large knife.

As I started to move along the corridor to stop my friend from murdering them, I had that classic "walking through treacle" experience. The women came around the corner and approached the spot my friend was hiding.

And then I woke up.
 
Last night I dreamed I'd witnessed a shooting and I was walking back through it with someone explaining what had happened. We were standing by the side of the road at a road junction with a small SPAR type shop just behind us. The pavement surface was patched with tarmac and cars were coming past us to pull out of the junction onto the main road, and I looked down and there were two bullet holes in the soft tarmac of the kerb, so I knew I was in the right place.

I have never witnessed a shooting in real life and now feel slightly nervous about it.
 
Dunno what the dream was but I awoke very early with an overwhelming feeling of dread.
Specifially, the existential dread that's normal at my age.

I mean, I'm nearly 67 which is nearly 70 so the Reaper is already on my tail.
 
escargot said:
Dunno what the dream was but I awoke very early with an overwhelming feeling of dread.
Specifially, the existential dread that's normal at my age.

I mean, I'm nearly 67 which is nearly 70 so the Reaper is already on my tail.
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If anyone can shake him off, you can.
 
Futuristic dream, A giant helicopter git into difficulties but managed to reach it's destination, a resort in an island, Some of the resort workers had moved into the holiday homes and as a punishment had their credit rating reduced to zero.,

Another dream, I was sitting behind a building, Donald Trump strolled by, stopped to chat for a minute then went on his way.
 
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