Dreams

[kartoonz]

Last night I had a dream that me, Julian, Christopher Walken, and Ra's Al Ghul (the Batman villian) in a wheelchair all were going down in a plane crash. Julian ended up saving us with the power of his singing saw just as I had accepted my fate. Interpret as you will.

[Harnk]

that sounds like a lie..and I know this because I am a liar.

[BigBlackSmoke]

i believe you.

[nothinginspace]

jeeze. now this thread's got two liars!

[call me hi]

definitely a lie. i'm a big liar too.

[Harnk]

we should mate..although I'll warn you now, when I climax I sing Born To Hand Jive in opera.

[Claire]

As for dreams that actually occurred, I had a rather strange one a few nights ago:
A friend and I were walking through a city at night and it was pouring rain. I am not sure if I know this person or not and I do not remember what they looked like but I guess that didn't matter. We went down into the subway, which instead brought us inside of a puppet show theater, the unidentifieable friend and I were in a field and everything was made out of graph paper and drawn in pencil and marker. The waist-high tall grass with little fireflies flickering (well, those weren't paper) swayed in the breeze. The field seemed to go forever. I saw a tree in the distance and approached it. It was quite tall, so tall that it was as high as the clouds and could not see the top. It had many forked branches but no leaves and I thought to myself, "What a marvelous tree." A balloon, also made out of paper, came down. I looked up at the clouds were cartoonish and had triangular geometric patterns colored in red, orange, and yellow marker (imagine a kaliedoscope). A hot-air balloon came floating down and we stepped in. It was ornate, rather old-fashioned, but also made out of paper. It was not colored in. It began to rise, avoiding the branches and taking us up to the clouds. The clouds were beautiful and I thought how I wanted to draw them. We could see the top of the tree, and just as we were above the clouds, my alarm went off.

I hope to have another dream like that.

[thecauseofgauze]

this dream is really quite beautiful in my eyes. it reminds me of the lsd-inspired art that w. cullen hart creates... very trippy. isn't it strange how at the pinnacle of some dreams we wake up?

[taylor]

the whole graph paper bit claire mentioned in her post really struck a chord with me. i've a reoccuring dream that seems somewhat similar.
it starts with me standing alone in a field. it's barren, and the ground is white, unspoiled save for an interlocking grid. i've never figured out what the grid actually is, only that in a version of the dream i had while in the hospital with pneumonia, it seemed to be barbed wire, or some sort of metal rope. and, laid over the field, it does strike me as something akin to graph paper.
so i'm in this field, and i begin to walk, leaving black lines behind me, sort of plotting my path. this walk is usually accompanied by uncontrollable fear as the ground shifts under my feet. i usually end up sprinting, fearful for my life. i eventually come to a very small hut. more, a cottage, i guess... with the white picket fence and all. i stumble inside to find a woman of undescribable beauty (she's never had a face in the 5 someodd times i've had this dream), and she's sitting at a small table drinking tea.
she offers me a cup, which i accept, and i feel myself fall in love.
then the dream flashes to a large mineshaft, where there are hundreds of men beating the walls with sledgehammers. the noise is overwhelming, and i begin to run through the multitude of miners, hands over my ears. eventually, i find my father striking a metal bar potruding from the wall of the mine. he seems exhausted and close to death, and i feel immense sorrow.
then i'm back in the field. the same sequence repeats two or three more times before i wake up, usually in a cold sweat, when i was younger, screaming.

three of the times i've had this dream i was suffering from a high fever (103+). one of the other two i had gone to bed after eating half of a tenstrip of acid, and the last was the night my grandfather died.

[Claire]

Hmm. My dream occurred without a high fever or consumption of any illegal substances. Perhaps it means that I am naturally lysergic.

I wonder what taylor's means, particularly since it is recurring and repeats. I do not how to go about dream interpretation. Does anyone? The graph paper/grid symbol is really odd.

[taylor]

i'm glad you noticed, claire. it's bizzare. the first part of the dream, the field bit, usually makes an appearance in some form in many of the dreams i remember. the most recent was a week or so ago. though it's not as definitive, it's present.

[missminny_1]

I had a dream that I was someone sponser and we went for him to get his regular drug check (what are they called again?) and this woman put drops on his hand and said it seemed to come up positive. The I left, went to this big mansion and a little after he rode inside on a bike and I asked "Well?" and he said 'I'm not clean" and I said "Mikey, why are you doing this too me?!"
And then he went to the mantlepiece, opened this box that was on it, took out a massive syringe and tasted what was in it and said "mmm, tastes like chicken".



What the hell?! Where'd that come from?

[chicken]

I wonder what taylor's means, particularly since it is recurring and repeats. I do not how to go about dream interpretation. Does anyone?



yes, i do that sort of thing for a living. rarely, if ever, do i endorse those sort of books that say: "if thee dreams of a graph paper world, thou........(insert whater inane barnum effect you wish)"
the only way i could tell you what that dream means is after talking and getting to know taylor. dreams are unadulterated expression of the psyche, not only the collective, but the individual.

if you were to dream about monkeys, that means one thing.
when i do, that means another.

that make any sense?

[Claire]

Originally posted by chicken

I wonder what taylor's means, particularly since it is recurring and repeats. I do not how to go about dream interpretation. Does anyone?



yes, i do that sort of thing for a living. rarely, if ever, do i endorse those sort of books that say: "if thee dreams of a graph paper world, thou........(insert whater inane barnum effect you wish)"
the only way i could tell you what that dream means is after talking and getting to know taylor. dreams are unadulterated expression of the psyche, not only the collective, but the individual.

if you were to dream about monkeys, that means one thing.
when i do, that means another.

that make any sense?

Only logical, I suppose.

[taylor]

i think i understand. think freud. if i dream of sleeping with my mother, it means one thing. if i dream of sleeping with chicken's, it's another.... right?