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Recurring Dreams?
I got 'em, baby. First few are the most common.
Fasten your seat belts...
The former workplace -- figuring out how to resume my activities, sometimes having to do so without anyone noticing I've been away. The office setting is always different, and always a fascinating part of the dream.
Waking up on the day it's time to pack and head home from some trip. Getting things together in time is always a major issue. I'm always with a group, sometimes people close to me in real life, sometimes those from long ago school years or job years.
Revisiting a concert hall or a movie theater (a few times, a former church) that I haven't been to in years. It's always a great return, with the place itself being complex and fascinating in its architecture and spaces. Also related: a return to the Institute of Music, revisiting certain corridors and other places of fascination (which weren't necessarily fascinating when I was there).
Finding myself about to music-direct or play in a musical, completely unrehearsed and unprepared.
The House Dream -- it's always different, I'm always rediscovering unused rooms, and it usually involves other people such as current housemates and/or parents or others long dead.
A shopping mall or similar type of large place with corridors and passages that become ever more complex and surreal.
In NYC or another large city, my car isn't where I left it. Sometimes it's my wallet and keys that are missing or stolen.
Losing control of the car, usually at night, sometimes finding I've fallen asleep and I'm somehow lying down in the seat. This takes many forms.
Witnessing an airplane flying low and about to crash nearby, but I'm always safe from the danger, as are the people with me.
I'm on a high cliff or mountainside overlooking the place I'm visiting. The view below becomes ever more distant and dramatic, but without any fear of the height. It's always an attractive area with an interesting shoreline or other water features.
Running toward or away from something, and the physical running itself becomes bogged down in surreal fashion.
Conversely, finding I'm able to launch myself into "flying", of sorts.
And finally, the old finding-oneself-naked-in-public dream. (Has anyone NOT had this one?)
