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Weird dreams you've had
Redball:
--- Quote from: Kenyahp on 25 Mar 2012, 21:59 ---I'm bound to agree with you on that final point. Are all your dreams about her exactly the same with minor details different or are they all different?
Whats even weirder about my dream is that there were like twenty men in his evil lair...
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20 guys in the evil lair (great word in this context!) and it wasn't scary? Would have scared me.
That's the only "message" dream I can remember, in the last year or any other time in my adult life. The others since that one have been more random, like where the hell did that come from, yet comforting because she was present. Le'ssee, she found bedbugs in my hair (I'm scared I'm going to bring some home with me from somewhere). A windstorm blew down major trees around our home. We were trying to get a car repaired and the shop made it disappear. So: mildly threatening, but not frightening, and the wakeup feeling was pleasure she had visited. The only other strange one: We were looking for something in a room, perhaps parts in a box. But we were both aware that the scene would not be experienced until she had died.
TRVA123:
Last night I had a dream about square roots and how twins were somehow a part of the worldwide solution because they could represent both positive and negative answers.
Redball:
--- Quote from: TRVA123 on 26 Mar 2012, 09:04 ---Last night I had a dream about square roots and how twins were somehow a part of the worldwide solution because they could represent both positive and negative answers.
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To stray from dreams for a moment, that reminds me of a fantasy in my late teens: I was sitting at Infinity, as if it was a place or a point, watching students drawing graphs whose lines stretched out toward me, but never got there. A year or two later, I wrote a short poem describing it, probably ending with my trigonometry teacher's words: "Well, it's really undefined." Come to think of it, the image may have connected with my enjoyment of "space music," slow New-Agey electronic, in which I imagine myself sitting cross-legged in space, watching the fantastic sights of stars, comets and planets.
Redball:
The earliest dream I remember:
In downtown Detroit in the 1940s, the biggest department store was J. L. Hudson. There were beaucoup elevators, with human operators, and the women operated the interior door/gate manually. In my memory, interior gates were built of vertical brass bars, linked so they could be drawn back, looking a little like jail bars. And as a kid, standing on the floor outside the elevators, you could look through the glass outer door into the elevator shafts, with the cables, counterweights and elevators moving in adjacent shafts. The dream for a 3 or 4 year old was simple: I was falling in one of those shafts, with the brass interior gates lining the shaft. And at the bottom was a huge gas burner with a very large blue flame. Just like a burner on our kitchen stove. I think that dream was while I was still in a crib, and I don't think I attached any serious horror to it.
I don't know how we retain memories like that for so long, more than 70 years in this case. Is it a memory of a memory of a memory of a dream? I don't know.
Elysiana:
I've sometimes wondered that - how many things do I actually remember, and how many things are just a memory of a memory that I already had?
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