Other people's dreams are boring.

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

For the most part.

Which is why I try not to get so excited about my own dreams that I feel compelled to share them with others. Sometimes my excitement does get the best of me, and I am forced to bore people.

Unless a dream is soup thick with symbolism, the revelation of which alerts your friends to just how deeply distrubed, perveted, depraved, oblivious you really are, your friends don't care. Dreaming about being a bounty hunter who falls in love with a dove *sounds* fantastic when you're sorting it all out in your own head, but tell it to someone else and watch how the eyes feel with a sort of glazed dread. They say, "Do go on," if they're polite, but they're usually thinking, "Oh Jesus, how much more?!"

When my roommate says, "I HAVE to tell you about this dream I had," I would think, "No, you HAVE to pee in the morning because your bladder is full. You feel like telling me about your dream because you secretly hate me." Then, one fine day, I told her to please stop.

A dream lasts, maybe, a total of seconds. The telling of one's dream seems to go on for hours.

But, friends, today is one of those days when I feel compelled. Because last night I dreamt that I was Walt Disney. The man himself, tailored in a rather lovely suit.

Started off as myself getting into a spot of trouble. The setting: Bennington College. I was fleeing the police in a sporty little vehicle and driving around like I was in Grand Theft Auto. Without notice, without any kind of distrubance, I was Walt Disney, and man...I could drive.

No one could catch me. There was only the rev of my engine and the spiraling road ahead, abutting a steep drop down. I promptly drove off the edge and into nothing, and as the car spun I - Walt Disney - safely spilled out into a soft patch of desert sand. Ascending the cliff side, I came upon a house, immediately identified as a refuge. I wanted to hide from my family and the world. I wanted the comforts of Disneyland but wanted to avoid Disneyland itself.

Much like Snow White, I sought shelter amongst those who lived in this cliffside cottage, an unkempt abode mostly occupied by people wearing - just my luck! - Disney character costumes.

I soon realized that I was dressed as Mickey Mouse.

And boy were they dumbstruck with awe when I took off my mask to reveal the face of Walt Disney himself. And the youngest of the girls, a pixie lass of about 18, told me I was very, very handsome.

I woke up before I could seduce her. Poor Walt.

[Kevy Baby]

Other people's dreams may be boring, but yours (EH) definitely are not!

[Cadaverous Pallor]

Man, that dream is much more interesting than all my dreams of the past 5 years put together. Thanks for sharing!

[mousepod]

That's a great dream. The kind that makes me force myself back to sleep to find out what comes next, only to have the whole thing become a nightmarish twist on the original magic.

Actually... I want to hear your nightmarish twist on the original magic. Go back to sleep immediately and report back here.

[DreadPirateRoberts]

I promptly drove off the edge and into nothing, and as the scar spun I - Walt Disney - safely spilled out into a soft patch of desert sand.

That is a very interesting dream. Did you intentionally drive off the edge?

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

That is a very interesting dream. Did you intentionally drive off the edge?

Of course! It was my intention to land in the soft patch of sand. It was like a mini Sahara, just for my own safety and comfort.

[Stan4dSteph]

I recently had a dream that I was hanging out with Bono. We were just chatting, but I don't quite recall what we were talking about. It was cool though. I woke up smiling.

Yours sounds cool too.

[€uroMeinke]

Hmmm Walt Himself huh? Of course we need to know what Walt means to you in your personal mytholoogy - but using the cultural myths as a starting point...

There's this creative genious racing about inside your psyche desperate to break out, you'll drive off cliffs before you capituate to those who will commercialize (Disneyland) your magic. And yet, you must keep this genious under cover in a cartoony fun loving clean cut guise (Mickey Mouse) where you find solace in a community of the similarly masked persons - who indeed recognize that hidden genius within, and are ready to give themselves, body and soul, to accomplish your mission.

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

Hmmm Walt Himself huh? Of course we need to know what Walt means to you in your personal mytholoogy - but using the cultural myths as a starting point...

There's this creative genious racing about inside your psyche desperate to break out, you'll drive off cliffs before you capituate to those who will commercialize (Disneyland) your magic. And yet, you must keep this genious under cover in a cartoony fun loving clean cut guise (Mickey Mouse) where you find solace in a community of the similarly masked persons - who indeed recognize that hidden genius within, and are ready to give themselves, body and soul, to accomplish your mission.

I do love the way you think about my thoughts.

Say it with me...retreat.

By this reasoning, do I also desire the admiration and sexual attention of young arty girls? I was a bit alarmed by how "affirming" that felt. Ah, me. Oh, my.

[Gemini Cricket]

Hmmm Walt Himself huh?
EH1812 - €'s very good with the dream interpretation thing. There should be a thread where we present him with our dreams and he tells us his take on it.

I think you must have a hidden creative Walt inside. Unleash it!
:)


I recently had a dream about Judi Dench that someone interpreted and it was so on the money it was scary.

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

Yeah, the thing about writing about your dreams in a public forum, even if you're doing it for fun, is that they can (without you meaning to) reveal something rather personal. In this case, not embarrassing. C's interpreted my dreams before and every time has bowled me over. He also makes them seem more interesting....

But interpreting all of our dreams? Man, that's a lot to ask of one person.

[Alex]

I never remember my dreams more than a few minutes after waking up. I rarely remember them at all.

But sometimes I'll wake up in the middle and then later in the day I'll remember that when I woke up I could remember what the dream was but will no longer remember anything about it.

The only dream from my entire life I remember was a recurring one when I was a child where I battled some other malignant entity to create a longer infinite list. It makes no sense but I would always wake up from it (having always lost) very agitated.

[Tramspotter]

So there I was with a dacuri in one hand and a cheese grater in the other, buck naked, wessen oil smeared all over me, then she comes in full fishnet outfit and a ten gallon hat with a saddle and a set of jumper-cables...

[€uroMeinke]

I do love the way you think about my thoughts.

Say it with me...retreat.

By this reasoning, do I also desire the admiration and sexual attention of young arty girls? I was a bit alarmed by how "affirming" that felt. Ah, me. Oh, my.

Ah well, in the strictest sense we're talking the arty young girl that is you, and so perhaps an appreciation for becoming what you have dreamed of, or otherwise being satisfied with this direction in your life - as dangerously on the lamb it may seem.

[€uroMeinke]

So there I was with a dacuri in one hand and a cheese grater in the other, buck naked, wessen oil smeared all over me, then she comes in full fishnet outfit and a ten gallon hat with a saddle and a set of jumper-cables...

And then, sometimes a cigar, is just a cigar...

[Kevy Baby]

Hey, we get enough politics in the other threads. Leave Bill Clinton out of this.

[Betty]

That's much better then my dream of being pregnant with 4 babies - 2 of which were joined together - which I was telling my friend about through the door of a freezer in a grocery store.

I think it means I should lay off the ice cream. ;)

[MickeyLumbo]

when I took off my mask to reveal the face of Walt Disney himself. And the youngest of the girls, a pixie lass of about 18, told me I was very, very handsome.



Now, each time I exit Frontierland on my way to Tomorrowland, I shall think of you - and smile.

:cool:

[SacTown Chronic]

I remember when MickeyLumbo would hang out at the Frontierland/Fantasyland border after the fireworks.


After all, he has a dream too. Believe it.

[MickeyLumbo]

keep the dream alive!

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[Kevy Baby]

Tink Taco!

[innerSpaceman]

Would the restautant name be less objectionable if they changed that first "P" to a "T?"

[Moonliner]

EH1812 - €'s very good with the dream interpretation thing. There should be a thread where we present him with our dreams and he tells us his take on it.
:)

So € is hot on dreams?

Here is my dream:

Well I was wandering along by the banks of the river
When seven fat cows came up out of the Nile, uh-huh
And right behind these fine healthy animals came
Seve other cows, skinny and vile, uh-huh
Well the thin cows ate the fat cows which I
Thought would do them good, uh-huh
But it didn't make them fatter like such
A monster supper should

Well the thin cows were as thin
As they had ever, ever, ever been
Well this dream has got me baffled
Hey, € , won't you tell me what it means?

Well you know that I ain't stupid
But I don't have a clue
So don't be cruel €
Help me I beg of you....

[Ponine]

....................Seven years of bumper crops are on their way..........................



scary Moonie.
I did that song as my final in sign language interpreting..... I am curious to know what Euro makes of it.... ;)

[Moonliner]

....................Seven years of bumper crops are on their way..........................



Well now that you gave it away... :rolleyes:


So how does one do "uh-huh" in sigh language?

[Ponine]

uh huh = yes
But it can be done with a head nod too.

And hey... he still has to interpret the rest. Just cause I know what it was, doenst mean he does.

[Moonliner]

And hey... he still has to interpret the rest. Just cause I know what it was, doenst mean he does.

Oh he knows, he always knows.. ;)

[Cadaverous Pallor]

Well now that you gave it away... :rolleyes: I think even our Fearless Xenarchist Leader €uro would know that bible story :)

[€uroMeinke]

Heh, I was going to ask if in this dream you were Charleton Heston or Yul Brenner.

But if this were really your dream we'd have to have a discussion about what the cows meant to you. Sure a biblical symbol of wealth and prosperity, but in today's world they could be a symbol of sacredness, or an association with Texas. We also have to understand that this would be a cowish aspect of yourself, as in my dream interpretations it's all about your internal world.

So 7 cows emerging from your Nile (denial) the conflict being they are eaten by the subsequent icky 7 (the number 7 could also have significance for you - so if the cows represented some feature you shared with a certain Texan, the 7 might represent the Magnificent 7 bringing us a recurring Yul Brenner theme and perhaps a masked fear of going bald?)

But back you your internal world your sick Cow nature takes over your healthy cow nature, Devours it as it were, so perhaps the Cow symbol of prosperity is turned on itself and the very things that should create value for you, in reality have impovershed you - so perhaps a career change is in order or at least needs to be contemplated in the conscious realm.

And that, my friends is why had I existed in Biblical times, my head would have found it's way at the end of a pike.

[Moonliner]

Heh, I was going to ask if in this dream you were Charleton Heston or Yul Brenner.

But if this were really your dream we'd have to have a discussion about what the cows meant to you. Sure a biblical symbol of wealth and prosperity, but in today's world they could be a symbol of sacredness, or an association with Texas. We also have to understand that this would be a cowish aspect of yourself, as in my dream interpretations it's all about your internal world.

So 7 cows emerging from your Nile (denial) the conflict being they are eaten by the subsequent icky 7 (the number 7 could also have significance for you - so if the cows represented some feature you shared with a certain Texan, the 7 might represent the Magnificent 7 bringing us a recurring Yul Brenner theme and perhaps a masked fear of going bald?)

But back you your internal world your sick Cow nature takes over your healthy cow nature, Devours it as it were, so perhaps the Cow symbol of prosperity is turned on itself and the very things that should create value for you, in reality have impovershed you - so perhaps a career change is in order or at least needs to be contemplated in the conscious realm.

And that, my friends is why had I existed in Biblical times, my head would have found it's way at the end of a pike.

Well I am debating on taking a trip in about seven days and I've been in contact with a friend in Texas about it.... spooky.

[Cadaverous Pallor]

So 7 cows emerging from your Nile (denial) the conflict being they are eaten by the subsequent icky 7 (the number 7 could also have significance for you - so if the cows represented some feature you shared with a certain Texan, the 7 might represent the Magnificent 7 bringing us a recurring Yul Brenner theme and perhaps a masked fear of going bald?)You must spread some Mojo around before giving it to €uroMeinke again.

Hot damn, if you aren't the funniest bastard I know (next to my husband, of course).

[alphabassettgrrl]

I love dreams! Mine, yours, anybody's.

[Bornieo: Fully Loaded]

Now I have that Fleetwood Mac song playing in my head...

I'm eager to fall asleep so I can dream away. Usually a much better world...

[alphabassettgrrl]

I had a really cool dream this morning, very cinematic in its look. It ended with me standing on the ground, looking at a sky just after sunset, and a harvester spaceship flew across the sky. A man leans out into space and is filled with the love of speed, space, and the symphony of control and power that is his ship.

[Scrooge McSam]

Alrighty then, E... have a go at this one.

I am staying at the Shreveport LA Holiday Inn to do a wedding for the daughter of a pastor whose church I attended when I was a boy. I am amused to realize the I am the one chosen to conduct this wedding. The wedding is scheduled for 6PM and I'm getting dressed in what I consider to be one of the ugliest suits I've ever seen (a hideous olive and brown colored monstrosity), when a man opens the door to the room and walks in. He's moving around the room like I'm not even there as I yell at him "who are you, what are you doing in my room" Another man walks in, also seemingly oblivious to my presence, though the 2 men are interacting with each other, talking between themselves. Neither seems to pay me any attention. Then another man enters followed by another man, the 4th man being dressed in camouflage hunting coveralls. All four of them seem to belong there as far as they are concerned and are paying me no attention, even as I scream at them to get out. I am worked into quite an agitated state by this time and pick up the phone to call the desk to report these intruders when the fourth man to enter snatches the phone receiver from my hand and runs for the bathroom. He makes it almost to the bathroom before I jump him from behind. He spins and we tussle for a moment until I can see both of his hands and notice that he doesn't have the phone receiver. He wriggles out of my grasp when it occurs to me to look at the towel rack in the bathroom. Somehow I know that's where he's placed the phone receiver. I look up and just as I suspected there it is laying on the top of the towel rack. As I grab the receiver and turn, I see the 4 men leaving. I run out after them, but when I reach the door I can only hear them laughing to themselves around the far corner of the building. Just as I reach the corner of the building, they screech out of the parking lot in an large older sort of olive colored land yacht with camouflage panels running along the bottoms of the doors and quarterpanels.

As I'm thinking to myself how odd that was, I realize I better get back to the room and finish getting ready... I do have that wedding to conduct, after all. It seems to be a much longer walk to the room going back than it was when I was running after the intruders. Finally I reach Rm 154 (this is the first time I've noticed the room number), enter, check the bedside clock (it's 5:31) and notice I now hear a female's voice coming from the bathroom. As I walk to the bathroom, I begin to make out that she's giving a demonstration of a new urine analysis machine the hotel has installed for the benefit of its guests. ??? I decide to ignore her and finish getting ready so I can get out of this place when I notice there's now another man behind me mumbling to himself. I choose to ignore him as well because I just want to get ready and get out of this place, but his mumbling gets louder and louder until I can no longer ignore him. I turn and tell him how annoying his mumbling is, only to have him turn his attention to me and tell me that he should kick my ass for interrupting him. As he says this, I notice the room door opening and in come 2 bald legless midgets in bright red polo shirts walking on their hands, pulling their bodies along behind.

I awake with a start, heart racing, and covered with sweat.

Any ideas?

[MickeyLumbo]

Alrighty then, E... have a go at this one.



"He makes it almost to the bathroom before I jump him from behind. He spins and we tussle for a moment until"


"in come 2 bald legless midgets in bright red polo shirts walking on their hands, pulling their bodies along behind."



Any ideas?


well, at first i had some ideas, but, now i'm stumped.

[SacTown Chronic]

Sam's a freak.

[Scrooge McSam]

Sam's a freak.

Oh, is that all? ;) I was beginning to think I had something to worry about.

[€uroMeinke]

Any ideas?

I will get to thios I promise, but I hgave some more catching up to do first before I can take this on - but in the meantime, tell me about Shreveport and what that measn to you. I only know it as a business traveler having once spent a few days there, for you though it may be a destination of more significance.

[€uroMeinke]

Ok, let's start with a little dream deconstruction:

Firt the setting, you're very specific, so I wonder if this is a real place you are familiar with, this Holiday Inn in Shreveport, specifically room 154 - you'll have to provide more context for that, but we can start with you being in a Hotel room, so it's a transient temporary place, so you could say your consciouseness is resting in a place it doesn't care to stay

To expand a bit to the situation, you're there for "offical" purposes, conducting a wedding of your old pastor's daughter - this of couyrse might have deeper meanin if we explored their relationship to you. Puttin that aside though, you're doing something official, maybe quasi religious, uncomfortable in your dress - you are amused at your situation, but not entirely comfortable.

The real conflict of the dream involves these character who pay no attention to you that are invading your space - your temporary space. Now, in my version of dream interpretation, these would be other aspects of your self, one of which wears camoflage. This one, this more militaristing or belligernet self, and he takes away your phone, all the while ignoring you. So perhaps, when you find your slef in these official possibly religious roles, you also feel like you are denying aspects of yourself, they ignore you and your ugly suit, but when you deny them - demanding that they leave, your anger emerges, with the end resulkt being your anger takes away your ability to communicate effectively (the phone)

The theme is repeated when you return to the room (the journey being much longer than you anticipate - does it take you more time to cool off after being angry?) another self emerges, doing urinalysis - where for did all this piss and viniger come from? why are you so pissed off when you just want to play this role and be done. But your angry self is still there, mumbling behind you, and confronting this again tends to hobble you, like two bald legless midgets.

So, my reader digest conclusion is that while you may think your okay with playing an "official" role, and maybe can be amused with the ugliness of the situation, there's a part of you that's still angry about it, angry more that you deny these feelings, and that even your cool intellectual analysis doesn't help you any. You still feel cut off, uncommunicative,and belittled by yourself. Perhaps the things you claimn do not matter all that much to you, really do?

[Scrooge McSam]

To answer your questions, I don't know how I know where I am, but I just do. It was integrated into my thinking in the dream, but I don't remember seeing anything that would tip me off to being in a specific place, such as a label on a phone or a road sign or anything like that. As much detail as I remember about this dream, I think I would remember something along those lines. There was no wedding invitation, but I just know I'm there to conduct a wedding.

In my mind, color played a much more prominent role in this dream than I've ever noticed before, especially the predominance of olive drab and brown at the beginning and that flash of bright brilliant red at the end.

[€uroMeinke]

Placewise, I was just wondering if in your dream it had any associations of significance. I may dream I'm at Disneyland, but my dream Disneyland may have no resemblance at all to the real thing, but the fact that I know that's where I am may carry along association I have with the place "Happiest place on earth" for example.

Color's another one you have to think about what it means to you personally. As an outsider the olive drab, kind of brings to mind military clothing and reinfornces the notion of things being regimented, controlled, etc. - but greens and earth tones in general can represent life and life force. The red in our culture usually brings up concepts of Passion, anger, violence, or love - things that get your blood boiling. But, in Asian cultures, it may represent luck.