What Did You Dream Of Last Night?

Last night it was some dream about being on a plane. I was onboard but also watching and the plane took off and looped right up into the sky, coming back to land just further than where it took off. We all had to get off, whereupon we all went off to do something else, then had to dash to board the plane before it took off again. I think I went to a museum whilst waiting and then we were all running so we didn't get left behind.

I have absolutely no intention of flying anywhere for a good couple of years, so no idea where this came from.
 
I was taking a dog for a walk - similar to one I used to dog-sit for a friend years ago. It had a crap & I thought, yuk, I’m not picking that up. Unlike me as I’m normally a law abiding & socially aware sort of chap.

I haven’t done any dog sitting since the picking up law was brought in.
 
I've got a bit of a temperature, think I've got a cold coming on, scratchy throat, etc. So I slept very fitfully last night, but one dream I remember was horrifying.

I dreamed I was lying in bed and I could feel someone moving next to me. A proper body, lying there and moving occasionally. I was trying to call out, shouting (for some reason, he's been dead for fifteen years) 'Dad! Dad!' to get someone to come and help, but the words only came out as a little squeak when I could make any noise at all.

I woke up with a tremendous start to a calm and quiet bedroom, only me in the bed, thankfully.
 
I was with Nigel Farage at the construction site for part of the HS2 line.
I then visited the facilities provided for workers there which were set-up like some kind of small 'shanty town' with dilapidated portakabins being used to house stuff like a small general shop, a laundry service, a cafeteria, etc etc. Family members both young and old were milling about, complaining about everything being shoddy and ramshackle.

It was rotten weather, pissing down with rain, and everything was generously coated in splashed mud. It all seemed quite dystopian.
Then Farage wanted to use my phone, which was a 20 year old non-smartphone of some sort.

We ended up at a cricket or tennis club. Some big fat bloke was asking if I was "the new guy". He went to drive off in some big limousine which immediately got stuck when it's front wheels drove into an ornamental pond.

Beats me.
 
hunck said:
I was taking a dog for a walk - similar to one I used to dog-sit for a friend years ago. It had a crap & I thought, yuk, I’m not picking that up. Unlike me as I’m normally a law abiding & socially aware sort of chap.

I haven’t done any dog sitting since the picking up law was brought in.
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The Romany belief about dreams of excrement is that they mean money is on the way.

Dunno if you're supposed to, like, engage with it for the good luck to work.

Perhaps it's not too late to pop over to the park and find some?

Take a carrier bag. Look for a similar arrangement.
 
escargot said:
The Romany belief about dreams of excrement is that they mean money is on the way.

Dunno if you're supposed to, like, engage with it for the good luck to work.

Perhaps it's not too late to pop over to the park and find some?

Take a carrier bag. Look for a similar arrangement.
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Will do - thanks.
 
I had an unusually technical dream, the other night. I had been given a tape cassette and hand-held player for it. It was not the standard compact cassette but something crafted to fit the hand - both the tape and the machine. It actively drew the tape towards itself and started to play. The sound quality was astonishing; how had I not heard of this machine before?

I awoke, wanting one. Tough titty, because it was a product of my imagination and not to be found in the shops - or online! :oops:
 
escargot said:
The Romany belief about dreams of excrement is that they mean money is on the way.

Dunno if you're supposed to, like, engage with it for the good luck to work.

Perhaps it's not too late to pop over to the park and find some?

Take a carrier bag. Look for a similar arrangement.
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Mission accomplished. Took a bit of finding in the dark I can tell you & the torch was essential. Now I just wait for the money to come in.
 
Short one that I remember. Two or three people sitting at a table (standard conference type). One person was someone who used to be a union rep at my agency, I didn't really look at the others at table.

People milling around the table talking. Maybe a possible haphazard line up because I had the impression that others were coming up to speak with the people at the table.

People at the table had printed materials in front of them. One that I could differentiate from the others had MAID printed on it. The only reference I have for this is what Canada refers to when talking about medically assisted death.

One man spoke to the person I recognized. She gave him an offhand remark, which I didn't hear.
 
In a random kitchen, random people milling about with whom i had some vague connection in the dream. Suddenly, my old real-life housemate from the mid-90s appeared, and made a point of coming over and saying words to the effect of "just thought I should say hello." I asked him how he was doing, and he stayed silent, just walking away while fixing me with an ambiguous facial expression. It's unusual for me to remember my dreams, and this was unusually vivid. It feels like a crisis apparition, but I'm not sure I'll be able to find out. We lost touch decades ago, and we hadn't been on good terms prior to that, so I'd be surprised to be on his visitation list, so to speak.
 
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t'other night it all went a bit Jungian.

Dreamed I was being shown a painting, a large seascape depicting a scene I know well.

It was of the North Wales seafront somewhere between Rhyl and Prestatyn where Techy and I have enjoyed many a day's happy cycling.

The painting depicted the concrete promenade in front of some quite mountainous waves.

I was arguing with the artist, stating that he should have included some living creature along with the landscape to set it off.

I said 'I know you're an artist and you can see the future where there's no life in sight because we've killed it all off, but a work of art without life is like a nightmare.'

The artist grumpily disagreed but I persuaded him to try it, and he added three white gulls flying to the left of the scene.

They stood out vividly against the background and I nodded approvingly.

This is about my often-stated belief that artists are in touch with the collective unconscious and are compelled depict our own future to us.

The human race has shot its bolt. We're doomed.
 
I'm away from home at the moment, tutoring on a writing retreat, so I think that feeling of isolation and distance fed into my dream.

I was in Exeter, where I and all my children lived (in the dream). The city was big and crowded and I got the news that my middle daughter had disappeared. I was frantically trying to look for her in the busy streets, when I was handed a page from a Biblical magazine - the title of the publicaton was printed at the top but I don't remember it, only that it bore no relation to anything Biblical, it was more like 'A page from the past' or something. It was a standard magazine page, but at the bottom was a fuzzy photograph of my younger son as a two year old, wearing a red duffel coat. Apparently this meant that my son was being stalked and was in danger of being kidnapped, despite being now nearly 30 years old.
He was in the dream, wearing a rather uncharacteristic dark green shirt. He, rather cross at my inference that he was in danger, said he was going home and set off walking down a dark and crowded street. I half-followed, but was still trying to find his sister. I passed a telephone box, in which a group of teenagers were crammed, two were kissing and another was fondling the bottom of his girlfriend. This reminded me that I hadn't tried to phone my missing daughter, which would at least tell me if her phone was switched on or not. So I called her and got her on the other end (unusually, as phones don't normally work in my dreams). Her voice was very quiet and distant and she answered my questions mostly with 'mmmm hmmmm' as though she couldn't speak, as if she were eating. I couldn't make out what she was saying and half wondered if she'd been kidnapped and was being forced to speak but didn't want to talk loudly.
I woke from this dream in an absolute panic. I'm sleeping in an unfamiliar place which contributed, but it took me a good hour to shake the feeling of impending doom. (I've spoken to the daughter in question since, she hasn't gone missing or been kidnapped, she's at work! No idea what the sinister picture of my son as a toddler was all about though).

Right, back to the tutoring stuff...
 
I was dreaming about some stranger's prostate problems. :thought:

Dreamed I saw a middle-aged couple walk into a Changing Places toilet*. They didn't close the door so I saw the man standing with his back to me, preparing to urinate, with the woman apparently encouraging him.

He wailed 'It won't start!' and she made sympathetic sounds.
:dunno:

Perhaps I heard one of my neighbours having early-morning car trouble.

*A public toilet that's specially adapted for people who need assistance from a carer.
 
catseye said:
I'm away from home at the moment, tutoring on a writing retreat, so I think that feeling of isolation and distance fed into my dream.

I was in Exeter, where I and all my children lived (in the dream). The city was big and crowded and I got the news that my middle daughter had disappeared. I was frantically trying to look for her in the busy streets, when I was handed a page from a Biblical magazine - the title of the publicaton was printed at the top but I don't remember it, only that it bore no relation to anything Biblical, it was more like 'A page from the past' or something. It was a standard magazine page, but at the bottom was a fuzzy photograph of my younger son as a two year old, wearing a red duffel coat. Apparently this meant that my son was being stalked and was in danger of being kidnapped, despite being now nearly 30 years old.
He was in the dream, wearing a rather uncharacteristic dark green shirt. He, rather cross at my inference that he was in danger, said he was going home and set off walking down a dark and crowded street. I half-followed, but was still trying to find his sister. I passed a telephone box, in which a group of teenagers were crammed, two were kissing and another was fondling the bottom of his girlfriend. This reminded me that I hadn't tried to phone my missing daughter, which would at least tell me if her phone was switched on or not. So I called her and got her on the other end (unusually, as phones don't normally work in my dreams). Her voice was very quiet and distant and she answered my questions mostly with 'mmmm hmmmm' as though she couldn't speak, as if she were eating. I couldn't make out what she was saying and half wondered if she'd been kidnapped and was being forced to speak but didn't want to talk loudly.
I woke from this dream in an absolute panic. I'm sleeping in an unfamiliar place which contributed, but it took me a good hour to shake the feeling of impending doom. (I've spoken to the daughter in question since, she hasn't gone missing or been kidnapped, she's at work! No idea what the sinister picture of my son as a toddler was all about though).

Right, back to the tutoring stuff...
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The red duffel coat sounds a bit "Don't look now."
 
Tunn11 said:
The red duffel coat sounds a bit "Don't look now."
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I've never seen 'Don't Look Now'. But I do own a red duffel coat of my own and, if I remember correctly, the son in question's next sister up in age had a similar coat when she was small. I don't think he ever wore it though.
 
And last night (finally back in my own bed) I dreamed that I was sharing a house with my adult children, it was Christmas Day and I'd only got a very few, slightly pathetic presents. I was leaning over a mezzanine rail type thing, looking down into a living room and telling everyone that, due to my inability to go Christmas shopping, I would be giving them all money for Christmas this year. Then I was trying to perform some mental calculations as to how much I could afford to give each child.

The house we were staying in was very dark with lots of old wood and ancient furniture, that's all I remember. But I do have the 'oh, it's Christmas and I've forgotten to get anyone any presents' dream fairly frequently, it's a recurrent theme of my anxiety dreams.

My dreams seem to be displaying a lot of anxiety lately and, apart from the fact that the dog is injured and struggling to recover, I don't really HAVE any anxiety, other than that suffered by the rest of the human race.
 
I had some daft dream last night that I was attending a wedding reception at a pub in Borehamwood.
I was fully smart in a proper suit and tie (or a 'whistle and Peckham' for you Cockneys out there) and was accompanied (as my 'plus one') by the wife of a friend of mine from years ago. She was in a 'little black dress' but I remember remarking to myself that I never found her attractive in any way and couldn't even think why I had her with me (me being shallow I guess).
The pub was in a rough part of town and all there was inside was a bar with no bottles or glasses etc, just the counter top, and you had to ask for your drink and wait for it to be brought out to the bar from another room behind.
It was a sunny day and we went outside to a grassy area across the road for 'photographs', but I saw some people I didn't like so I made myself scarce.

Beats me.
 
Unusually I had a dream last night that I have remembered all day today.
I was walking between graves in a cemetery during a heavy rainstorm when I was swallowed up to my neck in a kind of sink hole. I could feel the bones in one of the coffins with my left foot, then when I was pulled out I was missing a lace up Chelsea boot and sock from my left foot though the right one was still there. Someone eventually returned my boot but couldn’t find the sock.
The boot was made by Loakes. I used to buy them all the time as they had a deal with our company that meant we could buy them heavily discounted. I stopped buying them years ago when the deal was pulled.
 
I remember the tail end of a dream.
I was walking down a hill and on the side of the road, various things were going up in flames - whoosh - and then the flames were gone almost straight away. I looked at a bike leaning against a bush and - whoosh - it went up in a ball of flames that were immediately extinguished.
Someone walking past said 'it must be global warming' and then I noticed beams of light coming from the sky. I point it out to the stranger, saying 'I reckon that must be the explanation'.

Oddly enough, I am just now reading that some people have come up with the wild idea that the fireburst in Maui was caused by a satellite wielding a high-powered laser. We live in interesting times...
 
I .dreamt that I had woken up feeling hot so was trying to take off the socks I had worn to bed.
Took a while but eventually got them off.
In the morning I was looking for them to put them in the wash and found I hadn't worn any to bed
 
Iris said:
I .dreamt that I had woken up feeling hot so was trying to take off the socks I had worn to bed.
Took a while but eventually got them off.
In the morning I was looking for them to put them in the wash and found I hadn't worn any to bed
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In a hotel one night I had a few drinks and dreamed I'd gone outside in my pyjamas and socks, in the snow, for a better phone signal and been accidentally locked out.
Wandered around looking for the front door but eventually caught the attention of a staff member who kindly let me in through a fire door and led me back to my room, where I fell straight into bed.

Next morning I was quite ashamed, believing it had really happened, and felt my socks to see if they were still wet.
As they were dry and I found no wet socks in the room there was no evidence of my little excursion. It was indeed a dream.
phew
 
Dreamed I was walking along in a city with Techy. Could be London, could be Paris.

I noticed a turning to the right which had a row of archaic-looking, slightly dilapidated houses. Turning to Techy, I said 'I used to live there with (old boyfriend).'
He said 'No you didn't, you've never been here before!'

My reply was that I'd dreamed all about a past life where this had happened and it had come back to me as we walked past the building.

The old boyfriend had been an artist at that time, about 150 years ago, and I was a respectable seamstress or summat.
I'd gone to live in sin with him in his draughty garret because we were soo in luuuuurve.

There were Jack the Ripper-type vibes: dark streets, danger, suspicious characters.

So in the dream I was describing a dream about a previous life where I'd been in a relationship with Old Boyfriend.

This is my subconscious half-arsedly dealing with recent life events, something so important it's hardly worth making up any dream-images to depict as I'd know it a mile off. :chuckle:
 
Last night was a doozie for dreams.

I was on holiday with two of my workmates (one current, one former) in South Africa. We were standing outside a house on a hillside, part of an estate, overlooking Johannesberg, and I was trying to take a photograph. Only instead of a camera, I was holding up a peeled banana and pressing my finger into the side. The two guys I was with were laughing and making fun of me, and leaning over trying to press my banana (this is not a euphemism). I remember looking down over the roofs and towards the town through a brown smog towards the sea (I've never been to South Africa and have no idea if you can see the sea from a hilltop in Johannesberg).

I was at a riding stable with a friend. We'd had a ride and the woman owner was asking what needed doing around the yard and could we do it while she was out with the next ride. I said that the school needed skipping out and the next thing I was sweeping the yard while my friend, who knew nothing about stables or horses just stared at me. I was a bit annoyed that we were doing so much work for a ride I couldn't even remember having.

I was with some friends who had insisted on visiting an elderly relative. I was stark naked and just wanted to go home. I wanted to go to the loo and found the bathroom, I remember staring at my face in the mirror. I was wearing a LOT of make up and I looked very pale, which made me think I was ill.

And old college friend of mine had moved into a spare room and was refusing to leave. She was staying in bed, depressed, and I had to go in and ask her to leave, and try to persuade her to get up so I could have my spare room back.
 
catseye said:
I wanted to go to the loo and found the bathroom, I remember staring at my face in the mirror.
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So, interesting. I too have looked in a mirror to see myself. And I dream it exactly like I am really looking into a mirror (same viewpoint).

Has anyone else had this occur in a dream? And do you see your dream self in the same way as you would see yourself? Not necessarily looking like you really do, but from the same perspective?
 
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