Dreams

[spinno]

Mar 30, 2024 20:19:43 GMT zou said:

Even immediately on waking I knew I couldn't recall enough of last night's dream to be worth an effort sharing, but it was an interesting fantasy/sci-fi setting (with a supernatural vibe), and I woke up before I learned why the watchmen said to never look into the lights along the path.

When I came round after my cardiac arrest, the first thing my grandson asked was " was there a bright light at the end of a tunnel...? "
My answer...I dunno, I was unconscious

[zou]

Mar 30, 2024 20:54:43 GMT spinno said:

Mar 30, 2024 20:19:43 GMT zou said:

Even immediately on waking I knew I couldn't recall enough of last night's dream to be worth an effort sharing, but it was an interesting fantasy/sci-fi setting (with a supernatural vibe), and I woke up before I learned why the watchmen said to never look into the lights along the path.

When I came round after my cardiac arrest, the first thing my grandson asked was " was there a bright light at the end of a tunnel...? "
My answer...I dunno, I was unconscious

You were probably looking the wrong way.

[spinno]

Mar 30, 2024 20:55:18 GMT zou said:

Mar 30, 2024 20:54:43 GMT spinno said:

When I came round after my cardiac arrest, the first thing my grandson asked was " was there a bright light at the end of a tunnel...? "
My answer...I dunno, I was unconscious

You were probably looking the wrong way.

I probably had my eyes closed to be fair...

[Kath]

Last night's was very weird even by my standards. I'd somehow ended up hiding in a compound with a load of imprisoned women. They'd been separated into different groups and had to wear different coloured clothing according to which group they were in. There were a few other people hiding out, mainly under chairs and behind televisions, and we had to keep moving around this hotel/castle thing to avoid being caught. I kept hearing people talking about 'the mists' and every night all the windows were taped shut to keep the mists out. Eventually I was caught and put in a group of women in white robes. The people in the orange robes were not treated well - their 'officer' was mean to them and snapped at everyone. Our officer was much kinder - gave us flowers and let us brush our hair. We were bundled into a landrover type vehicle and taken to some sheds over by the swamps. It was a bit primitive - little cabins, and we had to wear wellingtons with hazmat symbols on them. We tried to get back to the original compound but it had been sucked into a sinkhole and everything in it was crushed. We went back to the cabins just in time to see the mists rolling in and there was a panic because we couldn't block the mists out from holes in the wooden doors. I decided it was just a myth that the mists were dangerous and walked out into them and I found myself pushing a bicycle down the lane. I recognised it as the 'big walk' that I regularly did and started walking, collecting coins from the path and wondering when I'd see the mountain and what time the fish man would arrive.

[willien]

I went to a Clive Carrol (Acoustic guitarist I have his John Renbourn tribute double CD) gig in a place on Princes Street. I started off with a stroll along a douce and sunny George Street (east to west) then walked back along Princes Street west to east. Near the east end I realised I did not know where the gig was going to be but saw some gothy wothy punky wunkies (OK Souxie look alikes) going in an anonymous door with acoustic guitar cases (the door was obvi. an emergency exit) so tailgated them. Up the emergency exit stairs and into a room with rough tiled floor with recent blood on it. This cleared to a carpeted venue room with a long bar to the right hand side so I bought a pint of lager (honest) and smoked a cigarette without guilt. At that point (as I was wondering why I was not feeling guilty/depressed at smoking) Mr. Carrol appeared on stage to explain something about the upcoming gig. At which point I woke up.
Even if I had a team I fear it would have nothing to lift.

[Kath]

Last night's was too long/convuluted (and frankly disturbing) to go into here but the crux of it was that I was walking down the hill carrying one of my kitchen stools in one hand and a bag of plums in the other. I'd manoeuvred the bag so that I could eat a plum but when I was trying to put the stone back into the bag I accidentally let go of the stool and it rolled quite aggressively towards a black and red car which then careered down the hill, off the end of the pier and into the sea, the stool following along behind it.. I was utterly stunned and didn't quite believe what I'd seen. During the next low tide I went looking for the car and found it in a ditch, its owner now curled up asleep next to it and my incriminating stool nearby. I snuck back to the shore and went home through the entrance to my flat to be found in my friend's shop. The flat was an absolute tip and it was really hard to open any of the doors for all the stuff piled up around. I switched on the TV and there was a man standing next to a wrecked car that had been towed out of the water ranting about how he knew it was someone called Kath that had done this and that he was going to get me. I was really scared but couldn't get over the sense that he must have left his car with the handbrake off for my stool to have done this. I was going to walk to the police station but as I started down the close stairs I could see splodges of green paint on the stairs spelling out all sorts of vitriol so I went back inside to phone. As the phone was ringing my husband was telling me not to mention that we hadn't paid to get in to the Swelter Festival or that we regularly didn't buy train tickets.


Disclaimer:

I have never snuck into a festival for free, I always buy my train tickets and I have no idea what it is that I'm feeling so guilty about. My flat is not a tip but I did watch an episode of Sort Your LIfe Out last night and when playing a game with my daughter yesterday the category she had to guess was 'Green things I like' so that perhaps explains the mess and the green paint.

[spinno]

Visited a castle, walking outside the walls noticed there was a water filled moat but no way to cross to leave the castle site. Walked around and around and then suddenly a fog came down but I was on the other side of the moat. As I neared the edge of the embankment I noticed the sheer drop for hundreds of not thousands of feet but of course it couldn't be seen through the fog. I was trapped so I decided to wake up.

[Ivor E Tower]

Mar 30, 2024 23:22:16 GMT Kath said:

Last night's was very weird even by my standards.........

I don't know what you eat for dinner, but I'm tempted to ask you to post it on here so that I can make sure that I don't ever eat the same !!

[spinno]

Apr 1, 2024 16:28:19 GMT Ivor E Tower said:

Mar 30, 2024 23:22:16 GMT Kath said:

Last night's was very weird even by my standards.........

I don't know what you eat for dinner, but I'm tempted to ask you to post it on here so that I can make sure that I don't ever eat the same !!

Kath always tells you the day after what she has eaten and dreamed...oh I see the problem...

[Kath]

Apr 1, 2024 16:28:19 GMT Ivor E Tower said:

Mar 30, 2024 23:22:16 GMT Kath said:

Last night's was very weird even by my standards.........

I don't know what you eat for dinner, but I'm tempted to ask you to post it on here so that I can make sure that I don't ever eat the same !!

I've always had weird dreams - and I don't eat all that much cheese these days.  I have a sneaking suspicion it's my brain needing some way of letting out all the visual information I don't normally have because of aphantasia.  Or not.  I don't know.

[dreampolice]

Mar 30, 2024 20:54:43 GMT spinno said:

Mar 30, 2024 20:19:43 GMT zou said:

Even immediately on waking I knew I couldn't recall enough of last night's dream to be worth an effort sharing, but it was an interesting fantasy/sci-fi setting (with a supernatural vibe), and I woke up before I learned why the watchmen said to never look into the lights along the path.

When I came round after my cardiac arrest, the first thing my grandson asked was " was there a bright light at the end of a tunnel...? "
My answer...I dunno, I was unconscious

I have been reading an article this morning (not finished it yet) about those that are looking at that sort of thing.

www.theguardian.com/society/2024/apr/02/new-science-of-death-brain-activity-consciousness-near-death-experience

[spinno]

Apr 2, 2024 8:17:11 GMT dreampolice said:

Mar 30, 2024 20:54:43 GMT spinno said:

When I came round after my cardiac arrest, the first thing my grandson asked was " was there a bright light at the end of a tunnel...? "
My answer...I dunno, I was unconscious

I have been reading an article this morning (not finished it yet) about those that are looking at that sort of thing.

www.theguardian.com/society/2024/apr/02/new-science-of-death-brain-activity-consciousness-near-death-experience

Thanks for that.
I am not sure what if any brain injury resulted following my cardiac arrest but CPR was being carried out pdq. There are times when I think fine motor skills are affected but that could just be age.

[lesleysm2]

Apr 2, 2024 8:17:11 GMT dreampolice said:

Mar 30, 2024 20:54:43 GMT spinno said:

Thanks that was an interesting read

[dreampolice]

I dreamt that I woke up this morning and saw that the bonnet of my car on the drive was open and thieves had stolen parts of the engine. On looking further in the drive, I saw that they had cut off the entire roof of my camper and smashed my wife's car to bits. There was another car on the drive, also damaged, but have no idea whose that was. I came into the house to tell my wife that someone clearly doesn't like us. She was playing with cats on the lounge floor. We both went outside and also saw that they had broken up a load of wooden planters (that we don't have) and piled them up in front of the annexe (airBnB). I started to climb them to see if they'd stolen the roof and my wife said that there was a woman in the annexe pressing buttons. I climbed down and violently kicked in the front door to see a woman and a friendly husky type dog. At this point I woke up.

My wife asked if I'd had a bad dream as I was kicking her before waking up.

[Kath]

Dinner was a baked potato with cream cheese and chives. Dream was a frantic race to get a handmade children’s illustrated book finished for the art school event on that night. When I was showing it to my lecturer it was really badly done and I’d stolen someone else’s images.