Your morning dream
 

I was sitting in the parish hall at a masonite table, calmly quietly arranging my plate of food in a pleasing manner amid the clatter, hustle, and bustle of a church fund raising dinner. Clint Eastwood, old Clint not young Clint, approached me from across the table, "Do you know the way?" I reply, "I know my way." Clint is pleased with this answer and we go back and forth for a few minutes. He then asks, "Have you read Nietche and _____?" I reply that I have no interest in philosophers. Clint gets visibly upset and stalks away. My zen state collapses and desperate for his approval, we switch roles, I approach him as he sits eating an arranged but unappetizing monochrome plate of hotdogs and sauerkraut. I try to gain him back but dig a deeper and deeper hole for myself.

Then the phone rings waking me up very early this morning, a Saturday. Its my Dad, he is trying to call the tire shop about the tractor tires we're having foamed, but they are not answering the phone. I calmly tell him that it is Saturday and they are not open yet. Thanks Clint.

I am not sure what to make of this. Personally, I only clicked on it because I thought it said 'Glatt', not 'Griff.' I like Glatt as he is an all around nice guy... but I am here now, so I will comment...

I think you may benefit from some type of therapy. I know all about these things. It you approach it with an open mind, you will be fine with time and some medications. Since Clint Eastwood is almost dead; I think this dream symbolizes you realizing your own fate...of dieing someday. I hope this is not a joke...Pam.

Actually, I feel like I'm close enough to "fine." Thanks for the reply though, what specifically is nuthouse worthy?

Griff - I'm a little jealous.

The dreams I have that feature movie stars are few and far between. I usually have these horrid dreams of thinly veiled anxiety or frustration. Like not being able to dial a phone number despite numerous attempts or running as fast as I can and getting nowhere.

I very rarely remember a dream. Now that you mention it, I don't recall ever having a movie star in one before. He must have some symbolic potency I haven't worked out yet. Something to do with Gran Torino and my USMC Dad.

By "old Clint," do you mean Clint from the old days, when he was young?

Sorry, mature Clint.

I remember my morning dreams nearly every day.
I shall torment you with them.

Not this morning though, obviously.
Woke up to hear the neighbours in, giving condolences for Grandad.

I might have mentioned this before...

For years, decades really, I have had the recurring dream of being in a fist fight with Lee Marvin. Sometimes he's Tully Crow from "The Comancheros", sometimes he's Liberty Valance from "The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance". More often he's just plain old Lee Marvin, from the sixties, like in the pic below. Sometimes it starts with guns, but always, always there's physical confrontation involved.

I would pay any amount of money to understand this.

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I tried keeping a dream diary by the bed. If I can find it I'll share a couple with ya. There's some duesies in there. None featuring Mr. Marvin, though.

You are not fighting with another man. You are clearly fighting the 'man' inside you; the gay man who wants to escape and be himself. This is an internal struggle; yet you subconsciously dream about another man...unable to come to terms that you are fighting yourself...and your homosexuality...

This is very true,
Pam.

Now, I'm not grammar naziing you here, digr, but how did you come up with that spelling of doozy? wait. dewzie. uhm... nevermind.

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Hah!! Duesie, don't that come from Duesenberg? Yeah, it looks strange as hell, don't it?


ETA: I had no clue as to how to spell it, so I asked Zippy.:lol2:

Do you mean the Queen of Duisburg?

I used to remember my dreams and have all sorts of fascinating ones. But once I started waking up with an alarm clock again, my specific list of morning tasks pops into my head first thing and I never stop to think about what I was dreaming about until it's already faded away.

Your inner-therapist is doing it wrong.

I dreamed an enormous skunk was trying to climb into my car and steal my popcorn.

You need therapy.

Aroma therapy?

Ha!

I have a great therapist. Her name is Mary Jane.

DigsWithShovel, be brave. This is your death dream.

Go through life without fear. Nothing will harm you...

Until you meet Lee Marvin from the 1960s. Then it is time to make a good end.

this morning....


I was helping a woman videotape some something in a wetland, a marsh. She was using my equipment, including my camera. I tried to tell her that the battery had a capacity of 316 watts (??) but the only charger we could access would provide just 50 watts. This troubled me a bit.

later, no memory of any segue, if any...

I was moving around a group of buildings like a campus or a resort but with an industrial feel to it. There was a forklift, and some high ceilinged buildings like hangars or garages with windows all the way up the tall doors. I was looking for my friend (not the video woman). I'd just heard news that the Methodists had recently recalculated the distance to the moon and found it a lot closer to earth than previously thought. I was a little skeptical since I thought their reasoning had been based on an interpretation of religious writings. As I kept searching for my friend, I heard another news report that the Methodists had changed their position on their previous recalculation about the distance between the earth and the moon ... heh... this part drove me nuts... because it would have been too expensive to change all their printed materials.

wtf?

I was frustrated by this stupidity on a couple of counts. First of all I was doubtful of their methods. Then, why recant something you believe is true? Because it was an inconveniently expensive truth? Argh! Insanity. As I was feeling frustrated, I was wandering through these buildings looking for my buddy. I felt like he was headed "over there"... somewhere and as I moved in that direction, I saw there was a bunch of guys moving together, like they were following something, tracking something. That something turned out to be my friend. They were stalking him to gang up on him. I was already feeling pissed off and hurried up to catch the pack. I got there and shoved my way through them and got to my friend's back.

I was really itching for a fight. I wanted to hit someone. There were the preliminary bluffs and boasts and shoves, this was getting good. I distinctly remember the eagerness to brawl. I was in a fighting mood and somebody's ass was gonna get kicked.

Sadly, the alarm woke me. I thought it was coming from the house next door, it was very faint. It turns out it was the phone alarm from the other room. Goddammit. I got up, killed the alarm, but that was not satisfying. I only slowly wound down from my "let's fight motherfucker" state. I'm ok now, but this morning... different story.

Dudes always think their equipment is bigger than it really is.

Dudes always think their equipment is bigger than it really is.


Dudes always think their equipment is bigger than it really is.

Maybe we think it's bigger because it's closer. To us. Dudes.

Great. As soon as I post that I can never remember my dreams, I have a doozy of a nightmare this morning, and remember every bit of it. Guh.

and...?

(deusey?)

Deusy is when you remember two dreams in succession, BigV.

OhthankGod!!

Mrsdigr is probably also grateful.

Bugs bugs bugs, hundreds, thousands of them scurrying around.

And cars sliding around on the interstate.

Typical pre-work week stress dreams. Ugh.

Were they sliding around because all the bugs got squished and were slippery? Or were you driving and the bugs were crawling on everyone and making them wreck?

Two separate dreams. But tonight I'll probably dream about bugs on the highway. Thanks, man.

;)

Tonight you should watch Them before you go to bed.

No Mrsdigr, but, Baby was a bit confused for a while...:rolleyes:

The poster/video cover of that film gave me the screaming abdabs.

Is that something like a hiccup?

There's only one kind of dream that really freaks me out, and it's one of those that occur right on the cusp of waking. Had one yesterday in fact and it left me a little off-kilter all day.

Full on nightmares, that have you running for your life and waking up with your heart in your mouth generally leave me exhilarated rather than freaked out, but that little waking dream that sometimes hits and has done intermittently since I was quite young really unsettles me.

It's quite a simple dream. I wake, I do not recognise my surroundings, I am somehow enclosed. The setting isn't always exactly the same, and it's difficult to describe. But it is usually an empty space, with smooth curved walls, or it is a tentlike place. Flowing cloth with no gaps, no way out. All of this is known but I cannot actually see more than slight impressions. A sense of mounting claustrophobia and panic. There is something. A presence of some kind. Or the fear of a future presence, imminent, dark and threatening. Not sure...it shifts from dream to dream.

I know if I can get the light, I'm ok. At some level I must know I'm waking and if I can get the light switch near my bed I'll be awake and will be able to see...see what, of course is not known.

Usually, this is only a momentary thing. Sometimes it goes on a little too long for comfort and I am at near panic by the time I get the light switch and am reconnected with my actual location.

Verrrry occasionally, it goes on long enough to become dread. This happened yesterday. I was trying to find the switch, it wasn't there. My hand didn't come up against the reasurringly cold and hard surface of my bedroom wall or the rough-hewn and solid wood of my bedside table. There was just air. Just..space. It was real. An impression (never more than that) of smooth curving walls. A cold sense of shock as the dream didn't end. A much deeper panic. And, somehow a sense of having returned to somewhere. And again the fear of a nearby or future presence.

And then I did get to the light. Bit vague about the details and chronology, or how that chronology felt to me...but it seemed to take a longer time than usual to get my bearings again. I stumbled off to the loo, then got back in bed and fell back to sleep for an hour or so.

When I was getting up later that morning, though i hadn't had the dream again, and had slept well in the interim, I still felt unsettled, a bit jumpy. At which point I noticed that instead of it all just going on in my head until the moment I reach for the switch, this time I had actually got out of bed because the radio ipod dock on the other side of the (admittedly quite small) room had been knocked to the floor, its wires trailing behind it.

This morning I has a quasi-sexual dream.
It should have been real full on exy-sexy due to the content, but in physical and emotional terms it was chaste.

I was with a couple (m/f) and was getting ready to go to bed with both of them.
In the dream, I'd already had sex with them separately.
I was dressing up, and everything I tried on looked so good on me! I couldn't decide whether to wear knickers to be a tease, or to turn them on by going commando like a slut.

Interspersed with all this was memories of the old shopping centre in town and the old market. I seemed to be trying to buy exciting "marital aids" while the old Friars Square (so grim it was featured in A Clockwork Orange) was in its death throes.

The dream ended with the man not taking it seriously.
We'd just been about to get it on. I was anticipating penetration (something that never actually happens in my dreams) and he started groaning in a regular pattern.
Hrrrrrrrrrrh! Hrrrrrrrrrrh! Hrrrrrrrrrrh!

My mobile phone - used as an alarm clock - vibrating on the bedside table.

A Clockwork Orange? That is so way cooler than pointing out that I live near the locations for The Trouble with Angels and Where Angels Go Trouble Follows.

It's a cool anecdote NOW, sure.
But I grew up in a town that was suffered so badly from planning blight that it was used as visual shorthand in a distopian film.

I had the coolest dream early this morning.

It's so fuzzy, though I tried to go over it a few times while it was more clear.

It had something to do with some kind of force taking all our light. I was looking out a window at sky scrapers, and it was all dark, and we knew we were under some kind of attack.

There was a guy, not any real guy I know, and we were trying to find each other. There was an incredible feeling of love. We got married at one point, I guess figuring the world was about to end anyway. :lol:

Then I looked out the window and all the skyscrapers had bright sun reflecting off them. But we knew it was a trick. If you reached out you could still touch the dark, through the windows.

But somehow this guy and I fixed it. Or so we thought. The last I remember, there was a girl with a frisbee or plate. She flung it through the space under a door, and we could hear it picking up speed, taking off, and crashing into something.

I wish we could videotape our dreams.

I did wake up before that, earlier, and thought I saw someone standing over me, right next to my face. This is a common dream, and I usually wake up yelling. But this time somehow I knew it wasn't real. I waited to wake up enough to see it was just shadows, and went back to sleep.

IM, maybe you were just revisiting Dana's post ?

I don't know. I don't see the relation: there is nothing I think will be 'missing' anytime soon.

I think the dark/light city thing was from it being completely dark and gloomy yesterday, so much so that we were commenting on it from our office windows.

The 'guy' is probably just some unfulfilled fantasy of finding that kind of warmth.

The frisbee? No idea.

I went to bed knowing I hadn't set my alarm clock.
I figured I usually woke up early enough for it not to matter. My phone was on charge downstairs and I was wonderfully sleepy.
My conscious mind forgot this in the night, probably because Diz had forgotten his manners and I kept having to shove him down the bed and hiss at him to stop him catwalking my pillow*

But I dreamt that I didn't want to go to work.
That I hated work and was just putting on a facade because I didn't want to be a failure again.
I dreamed it was nearly 09.00 and I had to phone in sick otherwise it would be suspicious. But would it also be suspicious after I'd blagged a day off this week (in reality this was officially sanctioned leave for the funeral)
I also dreamed that there was a serious situation in the playground I'd forgotten to report. It wasn't clear in the dream - bullying, racist language, serious injury. But I knew I'd glossed over it, and that it was about to come out into the open...

A fitful night's sleep.

Back to reality, after my rough treatment of Diz the night before - which he did actually deserve - he saved my bacon by waking me up at 07.30.
45 minutes after my alarm would usually go off, but that's mostly to enjoy a leisurely breakfast before my parents get up.

* I don't hurt Diz. But ignoring him has no effect. I have to bundle him down the bed.
I only snuggle with him now when the bedside light is on. He can sleep with me (and often does) but no stroking or acknowledgement once it's off.

I had a weird one , cellerites and other Cyber folks involved
Ill try and type it out later

I often dream I hear people calling to me, and sometimes dream I respond.
I swear I heard my Mum calling my name this morning.
And I called back, "I'm getting up now, Mummy!"

Except I haven't called her Mummy for decades.
When I did, I was young enough for her to come into my bedroom to wake me up.
I guess I was drowsing because the alarm went off soon after.

Oddly, I often wake up with a song in my head.
For the first few minutes after waking, I think it is great.
Then I realise it is derivative, repetitive and pretty much nonsensical.

Maybe I should write them down for publishing.

I was walking downtown, over on K Street. It was the evening rush hour. Not dark yet, but a little grey. Everyone was bustling around, and I noticed a guy in a harness, still attached to a rope or maybe a parachute that was hung up on a pole. It looked like he had just pulled off a stunt, like jumping from a rooftop.

He was just standing there calmly on the sidewalk, and a cop was speaking sternly to him. I didn't know what was going on, but I was quietly disapproving of the cop, because I figured the guy was getting in trouble for pulling off a harmless stunt.

I continued walking half a block or so, and realized that everyone around me was beginning to get scared. I looked up and saw huge clouds of some sort of heavy particulate gas pouring rapidly out of the vents all along the top of this building the guy had just jumped from. The cloud, which looked like poison, was spreading over the whole block, including me. It was still at the roof level and hadn't started hurting anyone yet, but I knew it was only a matter of time. I felt bad for the cop. I had thought poorly of him, but he was right to be stopping the damn terrorist. I paused for a moment to figure out what to do, but realized that if I paused, I would die. But I knew I couldn't outrun the cloud. It was spreading too fast. I didn't know what to do.

And then I woke up, which is the only reason I remember that dream.

That is some dark shit bro.

Yeah. I didn't like it so much.

I was at a friend's how in Broomall, PA. He told me he bought a bowling alley - just one lane. I said "let's go bowl". He told me that the bowling alley he bought was in Cherry Hill, NJ (about 10 miles away).

Is it near a Nissan dealership?

We're going bowlin'
So don't lose her in Solon

I was sorting pigs yesterday morning, then I realized I had to give back an unfinished surf board I'd borrowed from Ron Paul, so I took care of that, but then it turned out the pigs were politicians.

I was working back in Asda, as I did in Leicester. But it was Asda in Milton Keynes (different store layout).

I was 20 minutes off finishing my shift when I noticed some of the male staff running in the store. Really running, like flat out in the way you would if your life was in danger. The shutters started to come down and over the tannoy a lady called Heather was asked to identify herself.

I was mildly amused when I saw a customer fold himself into a fetal position under the shelving - I realised he was Israeli and was expecting some sort of attack.

The shutters were then stopped a few feet from the ground by a HUGE man. Enormous. Over 7 foot but broad and muscular too. He was the one after Heather, she was his ex. And he wasn't going to let anyone out of the store until he got her.

While management were negotiating with him I went downstairs (into the toilets from the old Civic Centre) to change out of my uniform. I figured I was now off the clock given that the tills were shut by this drama. Many of my female colleagues were also there, taking the opportunity to get ready for their Christmas Party. I was mildly regretful that I wasn't going at that point, even though I knew I couldn't afford it.

Back up in the store, we were evacuated, but had to provide ID as we left. The chap letting us out just winked at me as he knew I was a staff member pretending to be a customer. I had my little brother with me. He was about 10. That was why I wasn't going to the party.

We filed down a road beside a railway siding and cowered under an open window. The giant man was inside, apparently being counselled, but we were all warned to be absolutely silent, not to provoke him, don't let him even see you let alone make eye contact.

Stevo was half scared and half hysterical. I had to take him by the arms and explain that a sound, any sound could mean the whole crowd was sprayed with gunfire from a semi automatic weapon. This was serious but he could trust me.

Tiger turned up than and we had a cuddle to calm him down.
Also a girl in the class above mine, who was really scared and excited.

I crept round to the entrance, peeping round the door. The crowd went absolutely silent. Not a word, not a shuffle, not a movement. I realised he'd climbed out of the windo and everyone had just frozen and let him past. Two little girls went into the counselling centre to go to the toilet, ashered in by my Deputy Head, so I knew that the area must now be safe.

The last I remember is being told Heather had ben held back at Asda for her own safety, and exhausted by the all drama had fallen asleep.

yikes!