What are you dreaming right now?

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What are you dreaming right now?

Postby Jeff » Sun Oct 26, 2008 3:01 am

I just woke up from this one: I was an observer at the Republican National Convention where the party defied expectation and nominated Tim Kazurinsky for president. (Who hadn't even run, and they weren't sure was a Republican. But he sure was a "game changer.") No one had seen it coming except me, and I was excitedly inviting journalists back to my hotel room to see my "They gotta go Kazurinsky" calculations.

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Postby jingofever » Sat Nov 01, 2008 4:16 am

I had a weird one the other night. The gist of it is that I was using a drug that made you levitate when put your arms up and it seems that if you went high enough you could enter a universe filled with swirling rings. And when I got there I broke off from our universe and started swirling with them, realizing that our universe and all of the others were being destroyed, but was glad that I finally got to see the real universe (the ring universe). But our universe didn't end because I was back in it a few moments later and did the drug again, and this time, no rings (though I wanted to go back). Instead I was experiencing our universe on the level of quarks and moving very fast. I wanted to do the drug some more to get into the ring universe and do some tests with my body there because I suspected that it wasn't simply an effect of the drug but that I was actually physically in a different universe. Unfortunately the drug became less effective with usage and even made one girl go insane - and I was going to perform the experiment with her (the experiment was whether you could feel your knuckles while on the drug - if you couldn't, you had physically left our universe - it all made sense). (There were also parts about feeding dead talking animals, a license plate on a truck that could flush like a toilet and some other stuff but it was the drug that left me reeling when I woke up - I can't do the ring universe justice with words.) By the way, consider that flushing license plate to be patent pending.
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Postby Canadian_watcher » Sat Nov 01, 2008 8:14 am

had a minorly prophetic dream two weeks ago - dreamt I had to save (and did save) a little bird from a predator.
next morning I went in to work and there was a bird trapped in an office. I tried to free it, but my boss didn't let me.
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Postby OP ED » Sat Nov 01, 2008 9:23 pm

star trek.
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Postby Jeff » Mon Nov 03, 2008 3:28 pm

OP ED wrote:star trek.


I know the one.
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Postby OP ED » Mon Nov 03, 2008 8:31 pm

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Postby nathan28 » Mon Nov 03, 2008 9:05 pm

Saturday morning I was dreaming that Obama won the election, that he ordered a giant spider-web like structure be built over a weird metropolis that looked like what would happen if Greenpoint c. 1996 ate all of New York and New Jersey, that the spider-web thing was a launchpad like a skyport or something, and then he started instituting laws to enact/enable Idiocracy in full (e.g., mandatory hot dog consumption) \<]
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Postby barracuda » Thu Nov 06, 2008 2:44 am

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Who forgets you? After these many years, you still crawl around in my head, don't know why. You must have really made an impression upon me, for you coalesce in my dreams with surprising regularity; I run into you all over the weird little hometown I frequently dwell in while sleeping. Usually and wonderfully, I travel only the same small city in my dreams all the time, with such frequency that I have a mental map of the place and come awake knowing exactly which section of the infernal town I was visiting that night.

Welcome to San Barcelonio, the dream-polis of my sleeping existence. It is here on these slanted streets and busy back alleyways that I have spent innummerably endless night and days. The entire city is built into a bowl-shaped valley which slopes downward to the sea, where islands of small buildings and tremendous caissons rise up in the green water of the freezing, boated bay. I've yet to make it all the way down to the beach. The university, in which I have countenanced a myriad of failed assignations, is located at the peaks of the valley top, high-rise dormitories jutting green-windowed story after story into the sky, accessible only via the lofted aerial freeways that curve to the stilted and terraced grounds. The upper reaches of the hills just below the college are laid with an array of parallel one-way streets running straight downward, crammed with staid and monied brownstones, until you reach the mid-town area, a vast shopping district of antiques stores, junk bazaares, self-assembling periodic flea markets, and random decapitating exploding automobile accidents. The sidewalks here are covered by construction scaffolding and multiple levels of grey, featureless awnings that grow to occlude all sunlight and sky, and add a intimidating aire of sadness to the drab storefronts.

But inside those stores, what treasures! Unfound until now, they wait, trinkets, trifles and objects of insatiable lust and greed, the ultimate look but don't touch, for the shopkeep is always missing, or the hour is too late, or I never have enough money, having just spent it on hurriedly hidden bags of dope, or lost it down an insect-riddled drain grating back on the street, or left my wallet at the scene of another interrupted tryst.

The street, the street - you can see all the way to the bay's tangled freeways, sinuous, in long swooping arcs across the skyscrapered lines of the city's silhouettes. The parties they have in those tangled buildings' downtown interiors! Every celebrity and lost acquaintance, every dead relative and ruined romance makes their unannounced entrance with a bland aplomb, then - gone again, and always with a threat or a promise. All the jeweled and filthy rooms stand maze-like and interconnected, yet blithely stare at me, pointlessly meandering, sometimes causing this wanderer to cleave near windows and doorways to look for undulating landmarks in vain, forcing me once again to the take to the dangerous streets in pursuit of...

I'll be walking down the street, or attending a party of some kind, or on the run from some faceless pursuer, and there you are, usually wearing that goddam white dress, looking amused and fantastic. We begin some vague and fluidly metamorphasizing adventure; I get momentarily distracted and then, of course, you characteristically vanish, leaving me to search for you everywhere, only to see you walking away far down the street while I am looking out a fifth floor window, continually buttonholed by flagrant timewasters always successfully bent upon interrupting my attempts to catch up with you. But not to fret! the denoument is fine, for as I run down the street to intercept you and accompany you home, somehow my feet take longer and longer to reach the ground after each stride. I quickly find that I am, at least, able (by a technique in which I bend my knees and pull my feet away from the approaching earth, thus delaying my landing) to maintain a prodigeous hang-time as I run, and the sheer exhilarative quality of this amazing ballon lasts until I hit the ground too hard, from too high, and the concussion shocks me awake with a slight gasp and a dazed smile, my hair gathered in the unexpected calligraphic shapes apparently favored by the dream-stylists. Remember you? Didn't we see Sinatra together? Who forgets that?

I'll see you there tonight. I am a local in this catchbasin of tears and cat-cries. Won't you come and stay, for once?

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Postby teamdaemon » Tue Nov 11, 2008 11:44 pm

Last night I had a really fucked up nightmare. I was visited by a woman who lost her baby and took her own life. There was a TV on with tall buildings like the WTC or freedom tower or something. The woman was 19 or 20 and all she kept saying was MY BAAAAABYYYY!!! It was really really scary and I was still terrified when I woke up at 5 in the morning and couldn't go back to sleep.

I think I had this dream because I was thinking about Anna from this thread:

http://www.rigorousintuition.ca/board/v ... hp?t=21371

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Postby sunny » Wed Nov 12, 2008 11:28 pm

teamdaemon, that is fucked up. Wow.

Ok, somebody needs to explain this one to me. I have know idea where it came from:

I was walking down Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills. (I've never been there) I spied a fancy jewelry store and decided to go in and buy my mother a birthday gift. (my mother is deceased) Apparently, money was no object.

When I went in, the cases of jewelry were filled with sparkling, glittering, glowing, dazzling pieces that took my breath away, but down on a bottom shelf was a smallish round cut diamond ring in an antique setting. It was perfect for my mother so I called the clerk over to come and show it to me. The clerk was Keith Olbermann, and I wasn't the least shocked. We casually discussed politics as he took out a key and retrieved the tray on which the ring rested. When he pulled it from the slot I saw that it was no longer the diamond I had requested to see, but a cloudy, irregularly cut sapphire. Baguettes of sapphires cascaded down the side of the ring in the form of a bow. It was hideous and I was outraged. I demanded to see the ring I asked for. Keith could no longer find it-it had completely disappeared.

So. Now I try to find something else my mother would like. I find a large pearl ring surrounded by seed diamonds, again in an antique setting. I ask to see that one. Again, Keith went through his routine and this time when he pulled the ring out it had turned into the pair of square cut 1/4 carat diamond stud earrings my husband have given me many years ago and that I had lost. I started crying and all Keith could say was "You have to hang on to these things, they are fragile".

OK, wtf?
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Postby annie aronburg » Wed Nov 12, 2008 11:52 pm

I almost never remember my dreams anymore, but my favorites are always the Shopping Dreams, like the Smithsonian is having a yard sale in an airplane hangar or Yoko Ono is having an estate sale in her apartment and all the jewelry is half-off!


Sunny, I think your dream is about your hopes and fear of disappointment for the Democratic Party, at least the bit about the tacky sapphire ring.
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Postby Nordic » Thu Feb 12, 2009 2:22 am

Barracuda, I have a similar situation where I dream of a city that doesn't exist. I know the city, and know it well. I live there, somehow, in alternate quasi-reality. I love the place, it's really beautiful. I want to go there in my "real" life, but I've never found it.

There are other places. There is one in the mountains. It's utopian, it's very difficult to get to, only by foot, and it's a high mountain basin surrounded by snowy mountains.

Another is a house that is built literally over a small river. (I read recently that John Muir built himself a home like this at one time).

Another is a neighborhood of victorian homes where my dead friend lives now. It's on the east side of Denver, in a Denver that only exists in my dreams.

Then there's the house where I live alone, the plain old house with the screen door and the small porch. I've lived alone there for quite some time, and it seems to be somehow in Austin Texas.

A while back I started dreaming of my ex-girlfriend. At first the dreams were innocent, just nice, the two of us talking and hanging out. Then they proceeded to get romantic and slightly physical then before long they were full-blown pornagraphic. It was really annoying the hell out of me, night after night. I finally e-mailed her and told her what was going on, hoping that might break some subliminal tension. They kept going, but stopped a while later, and I haven't had one since. This is a woman with whom I had a downright spooky and supernatural connectedness when we met and were together, someone I share an inexplicable bond which is literally too much for this boring world, impossible to deal with in this physical reality.
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Postby Code Unknown » Thu Feb 12, 2009 4:07 am

Funny, Jeff, I've been dreaming about politicians and hotel rooms (and TV) myself.

The other morning...

I'm hanging out with a few people in a hotel room. Including Barack Obama and some of his people. And my mother.

Anyway, I'm flipping through some entertainment industry magazine or something, and there's an article about this upcoming new political-themed HBO show "The Party." And I'm casually asking Obama, "Have they given you a sneak peek at this show yet?" and he's like, "Nope," and I'm like, "I bet they make you say that," and he's like, "No, really, I haven't seen it."

And then I flip on the hotel room TV and it's something to do with a young woman getting ready to give birth in a hospital and my mom says, "What's that?" and I say it's Six, Feet, Under, spacing out the words like you do when you're telling someone a name you assume they won't be familiar with.

And then she asks me, rhetorically, why isn't her call to San Francisco going through (San Francisco has absolutely no personal significance to me, incidentally), and I say, ah, it's probably because all these things are running through the same connection (meaning the TV, the phone and Obama's people's laptops and whatnot).

That's it.

Analyze away.
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Postby Code Unknown » Thu Feb 12, 2009 4:11 am

I just noticed Jeff's post was from October, but I hadn't seen it until just now.
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Postby annie aronburg » Sat Feb 14, 2009 5:17 am

I've been reading this forum since 2004, but last night was first time I've ever dreamed of reading an RI forum post.
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