Dreams.
Nikolaus Maack
one was a made up dream Sven posted as a joke. Not that my posting of
dreams obligates any of you to do the same. Not really. But I wonder why
people would be reluctant to do so.
Would anyone care to post some dreams they've had? Anything interesting
happening in your dreams? Share, if you'd like. I would like you to
share.
(And yes, I'm talking to you too, Brandon and Dale.)
I personally am surprised at the evolution of my own dreams. Repeating
symbols change over time as my psyche grows, changes, evolves.
I posted recently how my series of dreams about "going back to high
school" (which I've been having for years) have recently warped into me
"dropping out of school". I'm hoping this will bring an end to that
series of dreams, and indicates some kind of radical change in my
unconscious. Does it? I guess I'll find out in the next batch of dreams
I experience.
Does anyone out there have a similar experience? A series of dreams that
finally ended with a "transformation dream" at the end?
It reminds me of the dreams I had in high school. I used to constantly
dream about zombies attacking. I would fight them off with whatever
weapons were handy. They would swarm me and I would constantly fight,
fight, fight.
I saw zombies as a symbol for conformity and thoughtlessness and
stupidity. In high school, these were my bitter enemies, and I saw
everyone around me as zombie-like, unthinking, dead beings.
At some point, it occured to me that I was being too hard on people. They
were human, they were struggling to survive, they might be dull but they
aren't dead. I had a "transformation dream" where it turned out that the
zombies had been "cured". Sure, they still looked like zombies --
rotting, shambling corpses -- but they'd gotten their human minds back,
and no longer attacked people.
In one dream, there was a gathering of people -- zombies and humans -- in
a hall. When the zombies entered, I yelled out, "The zombies are
attacking!"
There was an embarrassed silence. Then I remembered the zombies had been
"cured" and I realized I had made an awkward social faux pas. I
apologized and the zombies said, "That's okay. It is difficult to get
used to us being cured."
There was a table of food laid out especially for the zombies -- which was
all rotten and disgusting. To me, anyway. To the zombies, it was
delicious.
After another one or two of these, "Oh yeah, the zombies have been cured!"
dreams, I never had another zombie attack dream.
So, has anyone else had a similar experience?
Nik
Dale Houstman
"Nikolaus Maack" <ac...@FreeNet.Carleton.CA> wrote in message
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> I've posted many dreams. Only two of you have posted your dreams -- and
> one was a made up dream Sven posted as a joke. Not that my posting of
> dreams obligates any of you to do the same. Not really. But I wonder why
> people would be reluctant to do so.
>
choose whom they play with, and you're not at the top of that particular
list? At any rate, we've pretty much dismissed all of your "dreams" (and
"automatic writings") as sub-value fakery. So - even in that arena - your
offerings aren't so much burnt as boring.
dmh
Nikolaus Maack
> At any rate, we've pretty much dismissed all of your "dreams" (and
> "automatic writings") as sub-value fakery. So - even in that arena - your
> offerings aren't so much burnt as boring.
Perhaps you should show me what a "real" dream looks like. Why not post
one of yours? Would someone accuse you of manufacturing your dreams? If
they did, would you laugh at them for being silly? I suspect you would.
I am tired of holding out a flower to you and Brandon. What a chore.
What a bother. Purple and yellow for Brandon. Yellow and Purple for you.
Held out. Dew beading the petals. One smells of honey and chocolate, the
other of chocolate and honey. Take the flower. Do something with it.
Engage the flower. Activate your imagination. Play with it.
Or -- alas -- continue to ignore it.
Nik
Brandon Freels
is this:
I was in a some sort roman building, something round like a coliseum but
with a ceiling. It was filled with sowing machines. Everything was painted
light blue. This girl I know was there.
That's all I remember.
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Dale Houstman
"Brandon Freels" <b.j.f...@worldnet.att.net> wrote in message
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> Last night I had a dream, but due to the amnesia effect all I can remember
> is this:
>
> I was in a some sort roman building, something round like a coliseum but
> with a ceiling. It was filled with sowing machines. Everything was painted
> light blue. This girl I know was there.
>
> That's all I remember.
>
time; I rarely recall my dreams. It probably relates to my rather
inconsistent times of sleep. I do recall an old dream in which I found
myself in a large smoke-filled cabaret and the performer was a singing
sunflower. I wandered outside into what appeared to be rather run-down
Mexican streets and came across Henry Fonda seated on a metal stool in a
trash-strewn plaza. I don't recall he had much of anything to say to me, but
I wasn't disappointed. He was probably there for the sunflower act and lost
his ticket? At any rate, he was depressed about something. He's one of the
few "celebrities" ever to make an appearance in my dreams, but I remember it
mostly for that sunflower chanteuse, who had a marvelous music hall voice.
dmh
CH / BriZon
me and friends around places I've lived or visited, but they can never break
through wooden doors, and there's always a blonde who I think is a
girlfriend in the dreams, which is weird since I only go for brunettes.
Thing is I wake up absolutely terrified, yet they don't scare me when I'm
awake, just when im asleep, they become my worst nightmare... would probably
make good stories if i could only remember them better :)
a case of watching too many sci fi flicks I guess hehe
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M.A. Zikk
I had a bizarre dream the other night: I thought I was in ancient China,
though the set was actually a country road by my house. There were massive
wheat fields on either side of the road (odd that the fields are planted with
ginseng in reality). I was running up the road, which was a wide beaten path,
waving at two people I couldn't make out. As I got closer, I realized they
were Chinese farmers wearing wide conical hats. As I got closer still, they
had a look of fear, then turned and ran away from me. I yelled for them to
stop, but then realized why they were running. Several people ran up from
behind and passed me to "round them up". I was helpless to stop them.... then
there was an outhouse on the side of the road that I went to, and sitting down
in the shit was a girl I have met through my girlfriend (but can't remember
her name) and she said she was assigned to be my partner in rounding up
farmers. I shut the door and left.
All I could think of when I woke up was the fact that I had been in a long
debate on racism in misc.writing; generalizing the Chinese is what started the
debate.
Zikk
Nikolaus Maack
> I was in a some sort roman building, something round like a coliseum but
> with a ceiling. It was filled with sowing machines. Everything was painted
> light blue. This girl I know was there.
Thanks for posting a dream, Brandon. The dream sounds kind of Freudian,
right down to the "sowing" machines -- an interesting Freudian slip, that.
Last night I dreamt my girlfriend got turned into a borg. We were in a
mall, trying to break into their computer system. Michelle was at the
computer, typing away, when we tripped the alarm system. A borg came
rolling down the hall -- his head was attached to a rod in the ceiling,
like a street car, and he only had one arm and no other limbs.
Commander Data and I managed to escape (someone has been watching too much
Star Trek). But the borg touched my girlfriend, and she turned into "one
of them", although nothing about her appearance changed.
Turning into a borg resulted in Michelle wandering a mall, trying on
mini-skirts and revealing tops. I saw her doing this through a window.
She was wearing one of those midriff shirts, and a tiny skirt, and I could
see her bra through her shirt. It was the one with the criss-cross of
white cords inbetween her boobs.
Some friends and I decided to resue Michelle. To do so, we headed to a
library, where we knew she was being held. All my friends got in past
security, but I had no ID with me, having left it in my friend's car.
I went over to my friend, who was hiding in a pile of bodies (the bodies
were alive) and asked him for his wallet and the keys to his car. He
handed them over. When I got to his car, I opened the driver's door and
started hunting around. A pick-up truck drove by me real slow, checking me
out, suspecting that I am "up to something".
Nik
Dale Houstman
"Brandon Freels" <b.j.f...@worldnet.att.net> wrote in message
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> is this:
>
> I was in a some sort roman building, something round like a coliseum but
> with a ceiling. It was filled with sowing machines. Everything was painted
> light blue. This girl I know was there.
When you write "sowing machines" did you mean "sewing machines" and - if
so - what sort of sewing machines: those clunky (yet charming) things seen
in Ernst collages and such, or the more modern kind, which look like - and
sometimes are - little computers?
dmh
Brandon Freels
they must have been like the kind Ernst used. I also slightly remember them
being placed each on their own wood work table. Very formal set up with the
tables in geometrical alignments.
"Dale Houstman" wrote
Dale Houstman
> Yeah, I meant "sewing" machine. Haven't seen any modern sewing machines,
so
> they must have been like the kind Ernst used. I also slightly remember
them
> being placed each on their own wood work table. Very formal set up with
the
> tables in geometrical alignments.
I asked because it strikes me as a recreation of a garment industry scene: a
large room full of tables with sewing machines. Very early labor images
really, so the Roman architecture would be fitting, considering we live in
the modern Rome. The blue color? Who knows? But it's a nice color at any
rate, beating out the grungy b&w photos of these female workers I've seen.
All in all, a very striking dream scene.
dmh
CH / BriZon
something to me but I wasn't really listening, I was looking around the
place and then she said she's going now but he'll be around (didn't know who
she was refering to) anyway I went to sit in the living room and noticed she
had a strange plant in a cabinet, so I took it out and started messing with
it (I think I was some scientist in the dream, since I seemed to know what I
was doing) anyway, I examined this planet and started getting a bit worried,
so I took it upto a lab upstairs? heh and messed some more with it, it was
like an elongated watermelon, with a cabbage for a base and a green vigina,
and toothpick like rods stuck out from the soil in the pot it was sitting
in. at which point it turned itself over and fired a small seed? at me, I
ducted and it hit the old lady, I remember commenting to someone? in the
dream that it acted like those monsters from Critters. I crawled out of the
room, through the door the old lady was and saw her slumped against the
wall, a bunch of tenticles were coming out of her and going into the wall,
then she kinda turned into the wall or something. I started running and
opened the front door, there were some kids playing on the porch and further
past them was a massive watercolor painting of the front lawn, with loads
and loads of these plants. I paniced and started crawling on the floor and
up the stairs, then i saw loads of tenticles had become part of the carpet
and were growing more of these plants. I moved a bit further up and looked
around the corner into the rooms and could make out something moving past
lots of these tenticles which were everywhere. then I was in the living room
talking to this old man with a long plastic tube attached to his waist and
coming from a window at the back of the room. the doorbell rang and a group
of women came in, and i could see past them out of the front door at the
watercolor painting, and all the plants had becoming over grown, were a lot
bigger, and there were cobwebs all over the porch and entrance. Then there
was a close up of me walking down the hallway looking at the tenticle
covered wall. and I looked at one part that looked like some sort of switch,
brown with little pins or hooks in it, i was about to touch it when the wall
rippled i think the word is. and the old woman appeared from it, like she
was made of these tenticles or something. she was carrying a tray with tea
and cookies and went into the living room, i followed and noticed the old
man wasnt there anymore. I looked around and saw most of the room was made
up of tenticles now and on a book shelf near the bottom was a tiny plant,
which i then saw a hand go near and get hit by one of these seed things. i
then walked out of the room again and my view changed to watching a
conversation between some women and the old lady in that room. but I was
somewhere else. I can't remember what they were talking about, but while
they were talking the plastic tube thing came alive, moved up and was filled
by these tenticles which made the old man. it happened really quickly
really, like walking straight out of the wall, as if nothing had happened
and started talking to them all. Then I was back at the entrance, I opened
it up and saw the watercolor painting moving, so I ran and tried to get
through them all and out of the garden. at which point i think i woke up..
im glad i wrote it cause its starting to get hazey now. Has to have been the
weirdest yet, but since I'm on meds for a problem with my Jaw it makes sense
hehe. oh and another thing, the hallway in the house was just like one I had
made in 3D some months ago.
Ah well, I need a coffee
"M.A. Zikk" <pros...@sympatico.ca> wrote in message
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Laury
| I've posted many dreams. Only two of you have posted your
dreams -- and
| one was a made up dream Sven posted as a joke. Not that my
posting of
| dreams obligates any of you to do the same. Not really. But
I wonder why
| people would be reluctant to do so.
|
| Would anyone care to post some dreams they've had? Anything
interesting
| happening in your dreams? Share, if you'd like. I would like
you to
| share.
|
| Nik
I have dreams. Trying to write them down seems to destroy them.
The best I can do are disconnected sequences of circumstances.
They aren't interesting.
My 'favourite' dream is that I want a pee, but there's nowhere
to go. I'm in a building so find a corner and start. Someone
comes along. I move on and try again. And again.
I wake up and want a pee.
Boring isn't it?
--
Laury King at BT Internet dot com
Lutegirl
with 2 tigers, one badly injured with deep visable internal injuries.
She was there to meet some horse show people to see about getting a deal on a
horse trailer to haul her tigers,who did not like riding around the country in
her car.
She also had a small white dog. On the table was a feast of white cream filled
cream puffs.She held the dog on her lap and began to feed it table scraps.
I cut the end of my cream puff open with a knife. The small white dog then
jumped off of the womans lap,leapt across the table and climbed into the open
end of my cream puff,eating every thing inside and leaving behind an empty
pastry shell. Even though the dog was very cute,I lost my appetite.
Andrea
Nikolaus Maack
> Last night I dreamt I was at a banquet. A country singer zoologist was there
> with 2 tigers, one badly injured with deep visable internal injuries.
Were the tigers a couple, romantically inolved?
The colours of a wounded tiger make me giddy. Black and orange and white,
with a deep, dark, bloody red. Pehaps some purple for the internal
organs. What a beautiful colour scheme. I wish all my clothes were
wounded tigers. I would look fantastic -- a walking jungle creature of
pleasant pain.
> I cut the end of my cream puff open with a knife. The small white dog then
> jumped off of the womans lap,leapt across the table and climbed into the open
> end of my cream puff,eating every thing inside and leaving behind an empty
> pastry shell. Even though the dog was very cute,I lost my appetite.
The little white dog ate the cream of your delight, leaving behind nothing
but a dry, dead, shell. The world is full of such little dogs. While
they might be cute, the fuckers annoy us all. Let us agree never to let
such little dogs in our lives again. They ruin everyone's appretite.
Thank you for posting your dream. It is extremely pregnant and heavy -- a
pineapple mysteriously growing on a grapevine.
Nik
elag
lick your insanity
lick a rock ridge
on top
underneath
on top
force through
extrude, squeeze, undulate
directionless and blindly glistening
I can not hear you.
I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!!
Can you hear me?
pour cold hot wet wax
in my ears
37 degrees of honey sweet
sea salt
tip of the tongue fresh
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