It’s too bad we can’t channel those kind of dreams at will. At least for me, it doesn’t work that way.
I don´t think it does for anyone. Not even conciously immersing myself in a single topic is guaranteed to trigger any special nocturnal experiences related to that. The brain doesn´t work like that it seems.
When it happens (rarely) that I speak to someone in a dream who has passed, I always wrestle with what it means when I wake up. Obviously it’s my imagination and brain creating the dream, but is there more to it than that? Or is it just wishful thinking to consider something more profound is happening…
I think the most cruel thing that someone ever said to me in a dream was. “Oh that was all a big misunderstanding. I’m fine!” So wishful thinking may certainly play a part.
I’ve had that a few times too. Though in the dream itself I’m annoyed that I’d been lied to all this time. Then when I wake up it’s doubly crap!
But then there was that amazing lucid dream where I ‘saw’ my dad again and he showed me how to fly, because he knew we were in a dream.
He was also naked but I try and forget that part.
See that´s one of the reasons I´m not a Freudian. I think you can safely ignore details like that without losing any sort of insight.
Last night I dreamed that @ZakPhoenixMcKracken was shooting a movie based on the new fangame by @Dany82.
I was watching some shooting that took place at Zak’s house. After the end of the shooting, I watched the scenes, and tought they were good (they were actually good in the dream!) They involved a model of a wooden ship that was at Zak’s house.
Had the weirdest most vivid dream where I was in a town I don´t know (it had a nice really old looking old town, might have been Würzburg maybe) that was pretty much locked down because an extreme right wing Neo Nazi party held a demonstration there which made it really hard to navigate there. The whole experience was mostly me struggling with a few others (which mostly happened to be people from schools I went to) to find secure routes where we could finally hop onto a train or bus to get home (next problem at home would then be how to get to the village where each of us lived).
I know a lot happened there and was said there, but I can´t remember many details. I know I stopped in a restraurant once and was thrown out for unknown reasons. I know I considered hiding in a church and a parking garage on at least once occasion and when I ran into some of the neo nazis I got shouted at, I think later I realised I wore a T Shirt that had some sort of equality supporting saying on it, which might have triggered some anger in those idiots.
It was complicated and weird and I wish I could remember more because there was a lot happening in it and it seemed very real in parts, though it didn´t make much sense I guess.
I noticed I’m having troubles remembering my dreams. It’s probably because 1) I have less time to think about it and write on the forum and 2) I’m sleeping worse - one daughter is disturbed by something and is waking up every third hour, the other one is sick.
Today, I was chatting with my sister and another friend of mine. My sister told me the name of a town and I looked it up on Google, it brought me to a small village in the Canton of Grisons, southern Switzerland. It was mostly country but there was this one building, a pink cube, and I wrote her “isn’t it where you got married?” and she confirmed. The other friend told me another name, and it was also in southern Switzerland, and I asked if it was right and he said “what? no, it’s a place in Greece”. So I went back to the Maps tab with the place my sister was in and I navigated with Street View, and I was suddenly there, in front of a pizzeria. I remember I was looking for a toilet. I finally find one, but it’s in the middle of a hall and there’s people coming and going. So I spend quite some time to move panels and walls so the toilet finally has some privacy, but now the toilet is totally dirty, full of piss. I try to wipe with toilet paper, but it’s too much, it’s still wet, and I can’t wait anymore and I have to sit.
Of course not!
I dreamed again that I was fearing for my working times. I had to visit my new office on a Monday afternoon so I went to work in the morning but then I had to leave and looked at the clock and said “whoa, I only worked two hours… the bosses won’t be happy”. And I didn’t stop to think “well who cares, I already quit”, I was worried the whole “afternoon”. And the new office happened to be my old one, I found all my ex colleagues there.
It kinda feels like when you’re dreaming of your ex with whom you had a great relationship but you broke up because one of you had to leave for work/study but it’s been a year now and you should already have moved on.
Most people (me included) never stop having school dreams.
So, tonight my (soon to be ex-)company brought every employee on a trip to Disneyland Paris! I was in the hotel lobby and a colleague of mine was planning to buy a train ticket to go to London “since it’s so close” and visit his cousin which turned out to be an acquaintance of mine. I ask if he doesn’t prefer to visit the park, but he says he’s not interested in theme parks and it’s quite some time that he doesn’t see his cousin. I tell him to greet her on my behalf, he tells me he will. Then he takes his newly bought tickets and asks:
“What does TGV stand for, by the way?”
“High speed train”, I answer, “so exactly like TAV in Italian”.
“I see”, and he puts the ticket in his pockets.
I walk around in the hotel and a small girl, around 8yo, carrying two plastic cups full with water or milk, asks me if I work there. I answer no, sorry, and walk away. I’m wearing a grey long sleeve shirt with a neon green logo on the left side (btw: how do you call the shirt portion where the polo logos usually are?). I reach what it seems to be a daycare / playground and then hordes of children come to me and want to play with me, most of them grabbing my legs and making me fall. I try to shout to leave me alone and I don’t understand why every child is so excited to see me but then I see the workers there and they’re all wearing the same shirt I’m wearing.
Then there’s the part where I tell a pun to two my colleagues (with whom we regularly exchange puns at the coffee machine) so today I told them and they did (not) like it. It involved the fact that cutlery in Italian is the same word as put down, so I took a fork and a knife and told them “these are not posate”, then I put them down on a table and said “now they are”. Yes, that’s horrible. Italian friends, be sure to try it at home
For a second I didn’t realise this was the dreams thread and I was like “whoa, this is amazing!”
Happened to me a couple of times.
I’m pretty sure that if the company ever does something like that, it’s because they sold us as slaves to Disney. Which would be an improvement on the current working conditions nevertheless
The ominous way you keep talking about “the company” makes me imagine it as a sinister cyberpunk conglomerate.
Today something strange happened.
Can you be surprised by a dream? I mean, how is it possible that your subconscious mind prepares something that surprises the conscious?
I dreamed that my daughter was doing some kind of circus recital, with acrobatic things and stuff. But then she tells me that she has something set aside for a grand finale. And I had absolutely no idea what was going to happen. After a couple of jumps and somersaults it seems like she’s going to hit my wife who is suddenly walking onto the stage holding a pushchair with a doll in it, and I’m worried because I think it might ruin the whole recital, but instead it turns out it was part of the show, my daughter makes some kind of jump and something something and BAM, my wife disappears and the doll is now dressed as Santa Claus.
I felt the same amazement one feels when watching a very good magic show. In the dream I had no idea my daughter had prepared something like that. And this perplexes the awake me: how can it be? My dream knew what was going to happen. But I didn’t.
So for some reason I’m in South America, Columbia or Peru or something. I’m pretty lost with all the weird food and drinks. I just want a plain water, but they want me to buy sugared carbonated black bean juice. Arguing with the shop keeper about how I don’t want sugary nonsense he comes out with some kind of citrus cactus juice flavored with cocoa powder that’s pretty darn delicious. Asking why he didn’t offer this to me before he becomes very defensive, saying that all tourists spit it out because it’s too bitter and sour. Nobody’s willing to work their taste buds, but I’ve proved I’m worthy. I decide to ignore that weird remark and just move on, happy that I’ve at least found something to drink.
Resigned to having to drink nothing but cactao, as it’s called, while I’m here, the next day the vendor is nowhere to be found. People look frightened as they say I’m lucky to still be alive, having had the gall to argue with who they say is called Mepho, and everyone who meets this guy normally dies within hours. So how do they know about it then, I ask? They claim they just do…
So, those who are not worthy get cast into oblivion? Good thing I like sour, next time I’ll know how to save my life in my dreams