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I can't believe I'm telling you about my dreams. I do think a good therapist would have a field day with some of the dreams you've mentioned. Some seem self-explanatory-- others not. I think a therapist or psychiatrist would have a field day with some of my dreams, too.
One dream I had as a child and up into my twenties was the typical falling dream. What made it weird was that while I falling through nothingness, there were people on the sidelines or watching who were very steadily and evenly counting (there may have even been a clock with a pendulum involved). Anyway, after the that metronomes always gave me the creeps. It's been years since I have had that dream, and i can almost stand a metronome now.
The other happened a few years ago when I would be taking care of my nephew a few days a week. He must have been around 1 or 2 at the time. I dreamed we were out in the country (a little farmhouse maybe). I had my nephew, my bassett hound and my black lab. There was a fire, and we had to leave and were running through this meadow as the flames approached us. I was in a panic trying to juggle all three of the kids. I figured I could put my nephew on my shoulders, carry one of the dogs and let the other one run wiht me. But the bassett was better behaved about those things but was older and couldn't run as well. The black lab was skittish (and was freaking out by the flames), but could run fast enough (if you could keep her running in the right direction). So, I'm trying to juggle everybody while I'm running. It was awful, and I've never forgotten it. I am told mothers have dreams like that of being in the ocean with more than one kid drowning, and which do you try to save first? Or do you try to save your spouse or your child? Since I considered my two dogs and my nephew to all be my children, i wasn't going to give up on any one of them, although by trying to save all of us, I slowed us down and put us in more danger. Thank God I woke up.
I have many bizarre dreams that are tough to figure out but fun to think of all the disparate elements in them.
So, doctor, if my time isn't up yet, do you think you can help me?
Posted by Kerry @ 08/17/2002 07:58 AM PST
What a long post that was. Sorry. On a lighter note, a friend who doesn't know from Guy Haines heard one of his songs playing in my car and thought Mr. Haines would have been a great band and radio singer singing the standards and pop tunes of an earlier time. I thought Mr. Haines might want to know that. He asked what Guy Haines looked like. "Hard to tell," I said. "Kind of like Bruce Kimmel, but not nearly as handsome." (Please don't tell Mr. Haines I said that---although it would serve him right for stealing your singing style.)
Posted by Kerry @ 08/17/2002 08:02 AM PST
BK: I think you and I must be telekinetically linked or some such thing...I, too, am stuffed up today and I, three, had a strange dream last night. Here it goes:
I was at a park with my family (my grandmother, my mom and dad, my gay cousin (well...one of them), his mother and some friends of mine who live in this here city of New York. Miss Sherie Renee Scott was there, as well.) Anyway, the dream involved some small lizards with multiple heads, which terrified me, my grandmother making coffee, Miss Sherie Renee being in a gazebo singing songs from The Last Five Year while accompanying herself on the piano, and then a huge rain/windstorm. My grandmother eventually brought me an umbrella to protect me from the rain. So weird. I think I know what it means, but that's for me to know, I suppose.
I once had a very disturbing dream that I was living in Salem, Mass., around the time of the witch hunts, and I found a family of witches living on the stage of an outdoor ampitheatre, and I killed them one day by crushing their necks with my foot. Yes, I stomped on their necks until they were dead. Then the "boss" witch locked me and my friends in her house and we eventually killed her so we could escape. That was, by far, the weirdest dream I've ever had until last night.
Anyway, I think I've more than sufficiently made up for my errant and truant ways today. I'm sure I'll post something again later today. Hope you're all having a faboo weekend!
Posted by Jason @ 08/17/2002 09:19 AM PST
I don't seem to have recurring dreams as much as recurring settings for dreams. They usually have something to do with places I have lived. I dream of the house I grew up in, the dorms in college, and the house der Brucer and I currently share. Of course, the layout of the homes change from time to time (the walls of the house der Brucer and I share are much more solid in real life, but it's been nice on occasion to have the walls open up to the forest glade surrounding us, especially since Long Beach doesn't have any forest glades and should).
There is one dream I remember in particular, however, which had nothing to do with any forest glades or homes I've lived in. Over the course of a year, two of our dogs had passed away: the Schnauzer/Lab named Pete, and the little Scottie named Jocko. Der Brucer and I still had Kelsey, the Daschund, and Geordie, Jocko's brother, but they considered themselves der Brucer's dogs, and the two who were gone had been more or less mine.
So, we went to our favorite pet store, the Animal Shelter, where I met this total, and totally lovable, mutt. He was blond, and very friendly, and der Brucer called him "a Disney dog," so we took him home and named him Walter Elias Warner. (I'm perverse about naming dogs, I admit it. Pete's full name was Peter Palmeri. Say it out loud.)
Kelsey and Geordie weren't all too sure about this live wire we'd brought home, but Walter made himself comfortable, and happily would lay on my chest while I scritched his ears. But all wasn't well, in particular Walter. In less than a week, we awoke to find that Walter had died during the night. He had been struck down by parvo.
It was a very unhappy house for several days. Kelsey and Geordie were fine, no health hazard for them, but we couldn't risk bringing another pup into the house until we were sure the contamination was gone.
Then, about a week after Walter died, I had a dream. It was set in a field in the Sierras, near where my family used to camp. Walter was there, not too sure of what he should do, since he'd never been in a field like this before. Suddenly, who should come poking through the tall grasses but Jocko, the Scottie, followed by Pete, the Palmeri. They went up to Walter, gave him the obligatory sniffs, and he sniffed them back. Then Jocko and Pete dashed off into the grasses. Jocko stopped, turned back and barked at Walter, then disappeared after Pete. Walter, in turn, looked around for just a moment, and then bounded off into the grasses after them.
Dogs do have souls, perhaps not like ours exactly. I slept better that night than I had all week.
Posted by S. Woody White @ 08/17/2002 11:39 AM PST
S. Woody White,
That sure is a sweet and
moving story that, for once,
leaves me speechless...;
You sure know how to tell a
story too !
I'm much more of a cat lover,
but dogs can be so gratifying...
Thanks for the emotion on
such a hot and stuffy Parisian
evening !
Posted by François @ 08/17/2002 12:21 PM PST
Ditto.
Posted by Ron Pulliam @ 08/17/2002 12:38 PM PST
Dream When You're Feeling
Blue,
Dream, That's The Thing To
Do......
Guy Haines; thank you SO
MUCH for letting us use your
site; and, please, don't give a
sou to what Bruce may say
about you....
I think he's envious of you
because you can sing so
pretty and he can't !!
He just can dream he could...
But we like him anyway....
Posted by François @ 08/17/2002 01:02 PM PST
I'm not imaginative enough to dream. I can't remember the last dream I had.
Posted by Laura @ 08/17/2002 02:37 PM PST
Well, I happen to be one of
those people who very, very
rarely remember my dreams
at all. The couple I do recall
come from my very, very young
childhood. One in particular
that scared the hell out of my
sprigish twigish self involved
the Poky Little Puppy of
children's literature fame
emerging from many zippers
in my bedroom wall. Bizarre,
but quite scary at the time.
Another from age 5 or so
involved hiking along a local
trail with Levar Burton and the
Lucky Charms leprechaun.
Guess I was a rather odd
young kid, no?
Posted by Jed @ 08/17/2002 02:56 PM PST
A dream is a wish you heart
makes when you're fast
asleep!
Posted by Cinderella @ 08/17/2002 03:12 PM PST
When you wish upon a star,
your dreams come true !
Posted by Jiminy Cricket @ 08/17/2002 03:14 PM PST
My partner is one of those who claims never to dream - or at least not to remember them. I guess we dreamers are not deep sleepers and spend far more time in REM sleep. My dreams as so often about train journeys. (fairly common theme I believe). No readers I do not dream about tunnels so get away Freud. I love trains and travel on trains. I traveled around Europe on trains in my twenties. The only trains in North America I have been on are from NY to Niagara and from NY to Montreal and then To Quebec. I don't really count the everyday commuter type. Here in OZ I have been from Melbourne to Perth by train. So back to dreams. I enjoy my dreams and it is great to know you are thinking at some level about people and events from the past. (a nice place to visit). I don't remember ever having the scary variety of dreams. Last night was trains again. This time the son of a close friend of my sister missed the train and his luggage was already on board. This was funny rather than tragic. For some reason the action then shifted to a DVD shop where my partner selected a DVD "Ronan" which means nothing to me at all - nor to him. We were then joined by family friends from about 200k away who I last saw at my mum's funeral. One them was having a conversation about scientology. Good Grief.
Time for breakfast here. Enjoy your day everyone.
Posted by Tom from OZ @ 08/17/2002 03:15 PM PST
Meet me tonight in dreamland
Under the silvery moon.....
Posted by Judy @ 08/17/2002 03:16 PM PST
All these dreams are quite fascinating, are they not?
Laura: You are beginning to frighten me. However, I'm certain that Dear Reader Sandra has had some plaid dreams, no?
And if we're going to do dream songs, there have been so many great ones: All I Have to do is Dream, Dream Lover, This Time the Dream's On Me, Dream a Little Dream of Me, I Had the Craziest Dream, Dream - I'll leave some to others - why should I hog all the dreams.
I've decided that the people who are the weekend regulars are the hippest of the hip and the coolest of the cool and the ginchiest of the ginchy.
Posted by bk @ 08/17/2002 03:31 PM PST
I know you,
I walked with you,
Once upon a dream....
Posted by Sleeping Beauty @ 08/17/2002 04:05 PM PST
Was that Laura posting ??!!
But she's only a dream !!
Posted by François @ 08/17/2002 04:12 PM PST
Great topic for me. Last Christmas I made up double CD packs of Dream songs as Chistmas presents. (Can't afford much on a Retirement pension). They were warmly received by my friends and I still get mentions of them as they are played frequently. one of my favourites is John Denver singing "Jenny Dreamed Of Trains". Denver brought out a delightful (to me anyway) CD of train songs. The CDs of Dreams of course included the wonderful Nat King Cole, Bobby Darin and Mama Cass. Everly Brothers and Fleetwood Mac also had great dream pop songs. I saw certainly found 50+ songs without too much searching.
Don't give up on BK. Sometimes it is hard to get to the computer
when work and family pressures are there.
Maybe you are no unresolved issues Laura. You sound like a dream Aunt anyway.
Posted by Tom from OZ @ 08/17/2002 04:16 PM PST
The only dream that I can think of having is from when I was 7. I had just gotten a brand new Nintendo and spent all day playing it. I went to sleep and dreamed I was Princess Toadstool, and I was standing on a block in a pool of lava. If that wasn't bad enough, there were spikes coming down from the ceiling. I woke up crying. =/ Oh, and Tom? Aunt Laura is a dream aunt =)
Posted by Megan @ 08/17/2002 04:38 PM PST
Tom,
I'm sure not giving up on BK.
BK's always there and here,
here and there, and
everywhere, ready to answer
the cause of duty...
I don't give up on us, either,
because we're the coolest of
the hip, hippest of the ginchy --
I'm learning words there ! --
and the ginchiest of the cool...
Just teasing you, Tom... I'm
sorry !
Posted by François @ 08/17/2002 04:40 PM PST
I do admire all of you who
remember dreams when they
were 4, 5, 6, or 7, because,
honestly, I don't remember a
thing of what happened to me
when i was that age, evenless
dreams !!!
And I'm old, but not that old !!!
Well, I guess that's what
Nintendo does to some, and,
no, we didn't have computer
games when I was young...
Posted by François @ 08/17/2002 04:46 PM PST
Isn't anyone the least bit disturbed about Jason's dream of killing witches...snapping necks?
Something is amiss here...and I'm going to have to consult my famili...errr...a feline friend to see what can be done for him.
Posted by Ron Pulliam @ 08/17/2002 06:03 PM PST
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singin' in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me
While I'm alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me
Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
------ piano ------
Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
Posted by the Mamas and the Papas @ 08/17/2002 06:05 PM PST
Look to your dreams,
Don't they still seem
worthwhile ?
Don't they still seem in style ?
Aren't you glad they're still
there ?
Look to your dreams,
There's a need for them now.
When the world has us down,
Aren't you glad they're around?
Once conceived, once
believed, fantasy's reality's
childhood.
And like a seed, visions need
constant care, like a child
would.
We should look to our dreams,
we can still make the stars.
We can still break the bars we
have built here on hearth.
Look to your dreams,
And tomorrow may be better
for you and me.
Posted by Richard Carpenter and John Bettis @ 08/17/2002 06:21 PM PST
Dreamers have mountains they can climb
There are dreamers who don't believe in time
Only dreamers have worlds where they can fly far away
Certain dreamers have kingdoms they can build
Filled with treasures and dragons to be killed
Only dreamers have wings with which to fly far away
Some people dream of being rich
While others dream of being tall
And there are people who don't dream at all
Dreamers have shooting stars they chase
There are others with nightmares they must face
Sometimes dreamers are forced to have their dreams far away
And there are people who don't dream at all
Sometimes you need to take the time
To find treasures and mountains we can climb
And maybe we dream to change the way that we feel
Cause to dreamers the real world can be unreal
Posted by Marvin Hamlisch & Christopher Adler @ 08/17/2002 06:48 PM PST
When I was a child I had a recurring dream once a year. The only difference was is that I had a "Special Guest Star" for each year that I had that dream. They were "The Saint", "Agent 86", "Agent 007", "Alexander Munday".
The basic plot of the dream is that the special guest star and I were trying to save a small European town. Somewhere there was a huge bomb planted. We finally fugure that it is in the church. We get everyone out and from across the street we watch as the two big ornate doors to the church close and as they make contact the church explodes and I wake up.
Posted by Michael Shayne @ 08/17/2002 06:56 PM PST
You stepped out of a dream,
You are too beautiful
To be what you seem....
Posted by someone in love @ 08/17/2002 08:41 PM PST
Am I dreaming or is everybody
gone to dreamland tonight ?
Posted by François @ 08/17/2002 08:42 PM PST
Un jour mon prince viendra,
Un jour il me dira
Des mots d'amour si
troublants et tendres
Que j'aurai tant plaisir à
entendre.
Qu'il vienne, je l'attends
Craintive et coeur battant.
Dans ses bras, alors, mon
beau rêve enchanté
Deviendra réalité.......
Posted by .......guess ! @ 08/17/2002 08:47 PM PST
All those famous people posting! And some of them from beyond the grave. This site is amazing. Isn't it great to have such a wide age span of posters.
Hope we hear often from Megan too.
My post above at 4.16 was supposed to say don't give up on US BK. (Now I've a David Soul song running through my head. (Don't Give Up On Us Baby).Speaking of David Soul. He appeared in Melbourne in "Blood Brothers". Now that was a truly awful musical.
And I do hope that one day your prince will!
Posted by Tom from OZ @ 08/17/2002 09:03 PM PST
I dreamed a show in days gone by
When songs weren't made and used and wasted
I didn't sing one song then die!
I didn't act so constipated...
Posted by Quasi-Fantine @ 08/17/2002 10:13 PM PST
Tom from Oz: Thank you thank you thank you! I got my postal package today and I'm so excited. I'm going to put it in the CD player now (the CD...not the package). Thanks again!
Posted by Jason @ 08/17/2002 10:14 PM PST
Jason,
Excuse my intruding ; I had
planned on ordering that title,
so, please let me know what
you think of it, mainly what kind
of music style. It "looks"
pop-rock to me....
Thank you.
François.
PS; as posted yesterday, I
think, do you have The Main
Event ?.....
Posted by fmonferran@hotmail.com @ 08/17/2002 10:26 PM PST
One more dream. Lighter than the others. Several years ago (while Princess Diana was still alive), I had a dream that a friend (a legal secretary who I used to work with) and I were attending a service (wedding? mass?) at St. Patrick's Cathedral in New York. Princess Diana was with us and was nervous because she thought her hair looked funny. My friend told Princess Diana that her hair looked lovely and not to worry but then confided in me that Diana's hair really did look funny, but said that so she wouldn't be self-concious. I then had to rush away because I was called to direct/produce an episode of the Carol Burnett show. (Why they would have asked a then legal assistant to direct is beyond me). Nobody could Harvey Korman, and Lyle Waggoner was threatening not to do the show. So they really needed my help!
I'd love to know what all of this meant. Wy do we dream such things?
Posted by Kerry @ 08/17/2002 11:37 PM PST
Wow...don't think I've ever been
called ginchy before, let alone
among the ginchiest of the
ginchy!
Posted by Jed @ 08/18/2002 01:27 AM PST
Well, just to be classified among the hippest of the cool and the coolest of the hip instead of errant and truant and also truant and errant, I must post before I dash off for my early Sunday shopping.
My recurrant dreams involve a city which seems to be made of an extended series of metal frameworks containing a complicated subway/el system, the navigation of which involves the entire dream.
However, back one topic, I must admit to obsessing over one fad in years gone by: The Rubik Cube.
I actually jumped on it before it hit these shores. I was at a geometry conference in Toronto honoring H. S. M. Coxeter, and instead of the usual publishers' sales room, there were fascinating displays of geometric puzzles put together by various mathematicians hoping to get a niche in the toy market.
One attendee from England, John Connolly by name, brought along one of the magnificent Hungarian cube (which was designed by Erno Rubik to teach spacial relations to his architecture students). John had his own system for solving the cube, using mnemonics such as "The fullback in the outback kicked the right end...".
I returned to New York, wishing upon a star that I could buy such a thing. Once they appeared on the market, I solved it forthwith. Alas, lost opportunities! I thought maybe I should publish a little book on it. But within 6 months a dozen of them appeared. The only really definitive one, of course, never made the mass market and is by John Connolly.
I did acquire a fairly impressive collection of Rubik's cubes and their variations however, including one with the Hawaiian Islands on the faces, a 4x4 cube (which I solved) a spherical cube (!), truncated cubes, tetrahedra, and the simple 2x2.
Unfortunately, the fad seemed to disappear very quickly as most people couldn't solve it and threw it away in frustration.
And in answer to your questions: No, I don't remember how to solve it. I'd need at least a few hours.
BTW my grandmother asked me if she could keep the cube I brought with me on a visit. Not that she had any interest in solving it. Turning the faces helped to relieve her arthritis.
Posted by William F. Orr @ 08/18/2002 03:51 AM PST
Wake up! Wake up, you sleepy heads!
Get up! Get up, get out of bed!
Log on, post and be ginchy!
Posted by William F. Orr @ 08/18/2002 06:50 AM PST
She walks in like a dream
Peaches and cream
Lips like strawberry wine
She's 16, She's Beautiful and she's mine...
Posted by The Fabulous Baker Boys @ 08/18/2002 07:45 AM PST
Well, there's the one about the talking penguins driving that clown car down the freeway with a whale in a shoebox.
Then there's my recurring Elevator Dream in which I'm locked in an elevator and can't get out and wake up screaming.
And then a few days before Buddy the dog got hit by a car, I dreamed that Buddy the dog got hit by a car. Then I dreamed that Ricky Martin got struck by lightning.
Posted by Sandra @ 08/18/2002 08:22 AM PST
Although I would love to post something meaningful and un-understandable, I don't remember my dreams. My partners dreams like crazy and can remember most of them. I, on the other hand, sleep so soundly (as he has said on more than one occasion, "You can sleep on a meat hook") that I don't know what's going on in the world. I probably dream but don't remember them! Oh, well, at least I'm Ginchy even though it's Sunday morning here in NYC
Posted by Ben @ 08/18/2002 08:44 AM PST
I think we have the makings of a brand new holiday sepcial..
The Ginches who gave Christmas!
"You're a fab one, Mr. Ginch..."
Posted by Craig @ 08/18/2002 08:51 AM PST
