Good topic! I've got a classic one for you. It's from...um...three nights ago. I'm on a beach, with a group of other blokes, and I think we're all related to the military somehow. Saddam Hussein is keeping us semi-hostage, in that we can't leave the beach and are being asked all kinds of questions. However, it's not like being tied up or anything like that. Saddam goes into the water near the beach, and we decide to take the opportunity to kill the bugger. So, one of us piles into the water behind im and starts to stab him with a knife. Saddam turns around and asks us not to, and I realise that we've failed to kill him and he's now realised that we tried to. We're therefore going to be tortured or something, which is terrible. Right at the end, before I made myself wake up, I heard one of the guys screaming "he's cut off my finger!" or something very similar. Haha....crazy :-)

WHEW!!!! Can anyone here interpret dreams? I'd sure love to hear what the above one means! My recurring half nightmare is always one with snakes. I have no fear of snakes when I'm awake, but in my dream I have to go through this door, because there is a dog or a wolf or some canine creature growling and barking visciously at me, and I have to escape. But in front of the door lies a snake, and around the handle there is also a snake. I somehow manage to get through the door, always do, the room is a safe haven, and I lock the door behind me. Then things start moving around in the room. At f rst the beautiful colours and shapes fascinate me - until I realize that they are all poisonous snakes, and I cannot find the key to go back through the door. At the end of the room there is a kind of light, as if one would get out of the room if you could manage to reach it. So I run, I hide from the snakes - but so far I've never managed to reach the light. I assume it has something to do with letting the past go, and dealing with the dangers of the present in order to reach the future. So, not a ve y weird or romantic one, I'm afraid.

sounds like you interpreted your own dream, riette!

cool dream, Riette :) Does anyone else here dream lucidly, when you can realise that you're dreaming and then kind of direct what happens? it happens to me all the time (probably more often than normal out-of-control dreaming) and it's really quite strange.

i am on 40 mg of prozac per day. whenever my the concentration of prozac in my body changes (either by being off it for a while or getting back on it) i usually have very vivid, lively, really-feel there sorts of dreams, and i think i can control them a little.

I didn't know you were taking Prozac, Ray. Is it any good, does it help?

it has changed my life. i finally got tired of riding the depressoin roller coaster and about 4 years ago decided to see a psychiatrist. she prescribed prozac and my life has changed for the better. i don't get depressed over the stupid things i used to get depressed over, and my self-confidence increased exponentially. you will be able to easily find 10 people who say prozac has done them no good and is even evil. but for me, i love the stuff and have no intention *ever* of going back to being depressed.

is it like a long-term thing, or do you gradually reduce the amount ?

i attempted to get off of it about 2 years ago. some 3 months after my last dosing i was sitting at work thinking how worthless i was and how i wish i was dead. then i thought, "waitaminnit! why am i thinking these things!!" a few more weeks convinced me that i needed to be back on prozac. my girlfriend at the time als noted a distinct change in my behavior. she said i became more moody and short-tempered. there are many different forms of depression. i feel that the form i suffer from should be renamed "Central Serotonin Deficiency Syndrome." The problem with my brain seems to be a lack of the neurotransmitter serotonin. to me this is analagous to a diabetic, who lacks pancreatic insulin, or someone with hypothyroidism, who lacks thyroid hormones. both diabetes and hypothyroidism produce listlessness and other symptoms that might be viewed by others negatively ("He's just lazy"). the same may be said of the symptomology of depression and the stigma associated with it. the upshot of all of this is that i believe that i will be on some sort of serotonin-enhancing medication the rest of my life, just like a diabetic on insulin. this is ok by me. i would do *anything* to avoid the hole of depression.

Sorry to interrupt. Don't mean to (it'll be interesting to hear, Ray, your reply to Mike). A part of a dream from last night: I was lying down somewhere I'd never been before---felt like Europe and felt like another time, perhaps 1800's.....and I've never been to Europe. By my head was some sort of horizontal, oblong-shaped cylinder. Sticking out of its opening was some stuff. The opening was maybe 2 1/2 feet by 2 feet. Maybe papers were in the opening or maybe a rolled up mural made on a roll of construction paper. Prolly not, but closest my memory can come to remember it. This person I know comes over to the cylinder's opening and removes the stuff. I'm looking up at him from out of the slightly reserved, then more unreserved gaze that was innocent but affected by him and sorta going out to him with my eyes. He simply turned and walked off, while he was talking. I couldn't make out what he was saying. I thought I knew he was talking to me, though. But the thing was, his voice started trailing off as he talked. And it wasn't because of the distance he was moving away from me. It was because his voice, on its own, was growing less and less in volume (and would have sounded like it was getting less and less even if I had been standing right next to him). And he was talking to me as if he wasn't talking to me. It was like he didn't know me at all and couldn't care less about me. Which was the weird thing, because I could tell he was talking to me and knew me. It was like some alien psychological condition I'd never run into before. And it was intensified because the dream was presenting me with this dreamlike quality of being able to be in this knowing contact with him and what was going on with him close-up, even though he wasn't close up. Space or distance was like everyday life, at the same time that it wasn't. It felt like some form of telepathic feeling or awareness was going on. And that felt quite normal since it was dreamtime. But it sure did intensify the mood and atmosphere and the freakish effect his freaky way had on me. There was this real potent sense of being abandoned, plus being just so bewildered (in more ways than just feeling abandoned) by the way he did it. He was wearing a tunic.....with the hood up over his head.....er, no, it was down....that's right, it was down.

Ray, you got your number nine in there before I could finish my number nine, so my number transmogrified into a actual ten.

we were both hacking away at the same time!

i skipped over a bunch of responses, but i'll go back and catch up. wanted to applaud ray for his intelligent words. i suffer from panic which is in direct relation to whatever chemical i cannot make anymore. and you know what? a year ago, panic (or anxiety) was finally recognized as a medical disorder. like, no duh!! and taking those pills do indeed help. i'm on zoloft which works for my panic even though it's an anti- depressant. some people, it doesn't work for. just like prozac. and i had to explain to people that if they don't have a problem with epileptics and diabetics taking their medicine everyday, they shouldn't have a problem with my doing the same thing. and i don't care if it's a damned sugar pill, it works for me. i still feel panic, i still get the blues, but i'm better able to control them and i have had breakthrough panic attacks, but this is normal for anything. i went off of meds three years ago and the attacks came back. i feel really good about myself (emotionally) and have been under a tremendous amount of stress (my trigger) and have been able to control how it affects me (thank God!!) it took my husband a long time to accept it. he no longer asks me to snap out of it. i did go into therapy about 4 years ago and learned ways to help myself stop being such a control freak and perfectionist. i learned to be a human being and not doing (just like i told you and mike). and you know what? it's great!! so i'm proud of you, ray. you decided to not allow depression to control your life and you are fighting back. *hugs*

Glad to hear everyone's empowering themselves. I dream all the time but am really bad at seeing the symbolism in my dreams. Like you, Mike, my awareness is heightened at times and I can direct the action, decide who/what will manifest next. Also, my mind occasionally wakes up before my body does in the morning--what they call "crash landing." Do any of you experience this?

My plane lands upside down with all the windows open. What gets sucked out the windows is nothing but symbolism. My body starts tossing and turning like it wants to join in, but it just can't....it just can't wake up. It goes on like that for another 6 or 7 hours. My mind can only just lie there waiting and oozing with lasagna, trying to make that darn body smell itself awake. Nothing works. I'm going to have to go back to college, I guess.

"Glad to hear everyone's empowering themselves." not me, hehe...

Does that mean I still get to be your mistress? What sort of dreams do you get, Wer? When I dream it's also quite vivid, and I've experienced the crash landing and controllable dreams too, but at the moment I'm not dreaming at all. That is because I'm not sleeping. Silly business.

Haven't been sleeping much but have had the privilege to experience some real live bonified fever dreams. Lots colors, people I've only barely met and their faces whooshing around. I was stuck in this alley trying to get into a door that wouldn't open for me. Down the alley comes running all of these 'acquaintance' type people. They can't see me. They look scared. There I am just yanking on this door. It was kinda neat in retrospect, I remember being able to feel them passing by, a bit of wind generated by their urgency to leave the alley. That's about the only one I can remember from today... been lolling in and out of consciousness for most of 24 hours now.

That sounds pretty horrible - go to the doctor if it gets any worse, will you? Flew can be dangerous.

FLU, that is! ha-ha! NOW who's semi-unconscious????

okay... I posted this one over in Screwed Dreams (where it probably belongs) BUT since I took the time to type it out and all... This conference gets the post too! ******* After being roused by the low pitched rumble of an approaching trash truck (for which I had inadvertently forgot to bring trash out for), I jumped out of bed, trotted behind the house and dragged the garbage to the front in the nick of time. And then the reality of what was sitting on the back of my mind, what had been so rudely interrupted by the grumble of the trash truck, came into full focus. I had been in the middle of a dream� a freaky one. Considering I am soaking now in sweat, I shall consider it a fever dream as well. Picture the Ms. America contest; picture the bikini contest, the formal gown competition and then picture one contestant competing by previously taped testimony, er performance. Yep, there's Hillary Clinton, modeling it up with the best of them. She's fresh, she's smiling, and she's in the running! And then the creative performance. Focus on the base of a wide elegant Tara-esque staircase. Carpeted down the center with enough end marble exposed for an excellent tap dancer to grab a few notes here and there. And so it begins, Ms. Clinton begins her top tapping in a floor length, high slit silver gown with those classic high heeled strapped tap shoes. And then I'm realizing she is signing. I can barely hear the words but her body language is telling the whole story. She is back. She is telling HER side of the story. She is skipping the lewd and malicious details but letting the world know that walking all over Ms. Hillary Clinton is NOT acceptable. Once she has toe tapped and side stepped to the top of the staircase, she stops. The lighting changes and she begins singing a ballad, a love song� again the words are difficult to hear. She is sad, for herself only a little but especially for her daughter. The young woman who had to reveal all of her awkward years to the eyes and unkind mouths of a discriminating (and discriminatory) public. Hillary walks us through the large building that we eventually discover to be the White House. She croons through the rooms showing the public her private domain, not as the focus, merely as a backdrop to her words. She returns us to the stairwell and stops. The music grows dissonant then stops and Hillary is transformed into a thespian of gigantic proportions. Her soliloquy rolls angrily over past wrongs but slows to concentrate on righting a bad situation. She yells, she screams, her hair gets mussed and yet she still looks stunning. "I refuse to be a pansy. I am a woman, I am a mother, I am a fighter and I am the ex-first lady! I HATE you **** *******!" And she runs down the stairs, across the hallway and� The cameraman obviously stunned by this addition to the script wobbles only slightly in his cinematic genius and soon discovers Ms. Clinton dancing and singing again atop the roof of the White House. A crowd has developed and she has reclaimed her independence, her pride and her unsolicited title of role model to women. And then, in the corner a man. Downtrodden and sad, grasping to a pipe distending from the roof (some sort of chimney I suppose) turns his head and the public catches a glimpse of the former Ms. Hillary as a legitimate tear rolls down his cheek.

cool! you really feel for Hilary and Chelsea, dont you? :-))))

I'm the only non-African-American in this one, which I had this afternoon, and everyone else in it is African-American (if I'd been lucid, I'd a asked if we coulda reversed races....I like to ask first) So I'm out there driving on some two-laner I'd never been on. Middle of the day. Nice day. Stuff had happened before this point in the dream that is related (can't remember any of it). I see a woman by the road, she's just outside her car, and she's extremely upset at somebody---can't tell who....I mean I can't make out who. Oh, that's Latrice (the upset woman). I wanted to call her Lulu while I was dreaming her (I know 2 very different Lulu's, one's 80---my mother-in-law--- and one's 1 year, 2 weeks---she's Bahi and Diana's kid (I rent from them, & they live in the house, front yard, and I'm back in the backyard where the garage is). When I see Latrice/Lulu, I want to stop, but don't, but I start to think about her---she seems so emotional that she seems unstable in a somewhat threatening way, cuz she's really furious and there's something raw about her, something coarse, and disturbing---yeah, raw and disturbing. Oh, okay, no, it's not Latrice, just someone who looks like her. Latrice is someone who I used to work in the same building with. She tried to seduce me and I should've let her---if only I had---why didn't I? Anyway, so there I am driving on this hilly two-laner, and I'm coming down this small hill and there's "Lulu/Latrice"'s car in front of me, this time in the middle of the road. I see her getting into her car in a fury and I see this guy, who's like dressed up kinda good, he looks good, he's in his mid-or-later 20's, and he's out there on his knees, not ready to get up yet---I can't figure what's goin' on with him, though---it's like he'd just gotten pushed outa the car and rolled a little ways---but I don't think that was it---and he was out there in the other lane. So I keep driving and "Lulu" keeps driving right in front of me about 40 feet. Then she pulls over and gets out and starts heading off away from the road. I pull over and get out. She's not looking at me at all. I'm looking at her and am burning with desire. I follow her to this spot about 70 feet from the road. She's bending down in this wide furrow in the ground. There's this body there that's very strange, because it looks like it's been there a while. It's this guy who looks about "Lulu's" age (about 30) and he's tied up and not moving and his clothes are like white prison clothes, except they're not prison clothes and they're tattered and very aged-looking and they look like they've been in the ground for at least a year---his clothes made me think that he used to be a slave like a hundred years ago. I look at his face and his teeth and his chest and it's like, with each second, I can see him more clearly, and he's looking more and more alive or something---his teeth look whiter, his face looks darker and more bloom is coming to it oh so gradually, and his chest looks in virile good condition, undecayed. So I look at "Lulu" and ask very gingerly, "he's....is he your brother?... he's alive...." He still hasn't moved, and I can't see his breathing, but wasn't looking for it. And she's looking off in another direction, while still squatting down--- it's like she's wary of some circumspect and dangerous people---I got the feeling they lived on that land.....and her silence was sinewy, like her. So I look off in the direction she's looking, and quickly look back to her to see what she's gonna do about me, and her "brother", and them.....but as I'm looking back, I wake up. But as I'm waking up, the dream stops, and then restarts while I'm semi-conscious, and I slightly more consciously dream that I want to tell her that I want to be totally honest with her, so I say, "I want to be real honest with you---I felt nothing but desire for you when I saw you get out of your car, and I know this is crazy because you don't know who I am and so why did I do this....why did I stop, get out and come over here?" And then my mind sorta blinked or something, and the next thing I see is her pulling a gun on me and I say, "I've never had a gun pointed at me before." And she says, "And I've never had a gun pointed at you either." It was then that it came to me real strong that she was very mature and aware and capable and inclined to make things happen and get things done. She had a rugged, substantial personal force, and she had visible grace, and that was just breaking through, powering clear through, very fast into my mind.....and that she wasn't unstable at all....she made sense....except there was a gun on me, she had that gun on me.

Gosh, you guys have interesting dreams! Very interesting. One type of dream I hate is the naked dream. You know, where you stand in a lift full of people, and suddenly realize you're naked; people try to look normal about it, but they stare. And there's no way you can cover yourself up. Disgusting.

I like being naked in my dreams. It's kinda like being at a nude beach, your inhibitions (about being naked) seem to come off with your clothing and then you're just really glad to have nothing on.

yeah, and in my dreams, no one cares that i'm naked and i'm extremely self-confident. but naked dreams indicate exposure of some kind in your real world (at least that's what i've read). my naked dreams aren't that way. i dream about being the hero and stuff. i'm always the one who knows what the hell is going on. don't remember any dreams i've had the past few nights.....

Really! Wonder why I feel so vulnerable in naked dreams....well, with a body like mine, who can blame me!! ha-ha! Still no sleep, still no dreams here either.

Here's one: Had this yesterday. Still remember it. Usually I forget 'em if I don't try to remember 'em soon enough after they happen, or write 'em down, which I hardly ever do, except now, in this topic. I'm in this car which I'm driving. Only thing is, I'm in the back seat. And there's no driving wheel (what are they called? oh yeah: steering wheel) or any other controls back there. What am I doing? I'm lying down on the back seat, driving this car by looking up out the windows and trying to gauge how to keep us from hitting anything. Meanwhile, the car keeps moving right along, and there are 2 people in the front seat--- they don't respond to me---here's what I want them to do: turn around in their seats, reach down toward me, and lift me up so I can see where I'm driving, from back there in the back seat. It's like they don't hear me. I don't know who those 2 people are....I think the one on the right is a man, and if I remember right, I think he was wearing a hat.... I think the one on the left was a woman, but maybe not. And I don't know how I'm able to drive the car, either. Oh, I forgot to mention, I can't lift myself up---it's as if I'm in that state you were talkin' about, Stace, where your mind is awake but your body is still asleep and will remain inactive, motionless....if that's what you were saying. So I'm getting pretty scared, thinking we're going to crash any second, and should've already. The car keeps moving along at regular speed, probably 40 mph, in town. As we start to descend very very slightly, my visual vantage point changes---I am now seeing things from outside of the car while also seeing things from inside the car---they somehow superimpose within consciousness (and I didn't ask how....good question for the dreamweaver or sandman). What we were very gradually descending turns out to be a paved concrete road that's about 25 feet wide, and it went straight down the beach into the ocean. There's beach on either side of this road. And lots of people out for the day enjoying the sand, the sunshine, the ocean. And lots of people out there swimming, and a bunch of people surfing too. As the car gets closer and closer to the ocean, like 60 feet away, 40 feet, 20, 15....what happens is the ocean starts to change. It gathers in size with frightening speed. It just keeps getting taller and taller into this tsunami wave that's like 70 feet high. All the people on the wave are or have lost their wits, their minds, cuz they know they're gonna lose their lives. And this lovely dumb car just doesn't do anything but keep heading right for that tsunami. I can't do a thing about it. Plus, the whole area is getting so dark, and the water in the wave looks dark, a dark aqua green. Nothing but sheer dread consumes me. Last bare moments of life. The car drives right into the very foot of the curl. And then it hits. The car is under the full weight of the impact. And guess what happens? Nothing. Nothing is felt at all. The car keeps its shape. No water gets in. The car is surrounded and completely inundated in ocean, and is still right there where it was standing on that spot on the shore, didn't move an inch. And that's when I woke up. Another tiny dream fragment I had, same night, was: people were out in somebody's backyard, nice day, very expansive yard, probably half an acre, well-kept, lots of nice looking lawn chairs and round lawn tables with umbrellas attached to them---it was an afternoon party and most everyone was wearing mostly white....and they all seemed to be in a pleasant mood, enjoying this well-attended, casual party---it wasn't swarming with people at all---they were spread out very nicely, lotsa room, lotsa space. I'm at a table and looking over at these 3 people standing a few feet from me who are have a light conversation about: well one of them, and I think she was a lady from the 1890's, she said that her drink, and she held up her martini glass up to her chest, just a little higher than she was holding it, she said this drink was a such- and-such kind of dream.....meaning that the drink was configured or mixed with certain bio-designed or genetically engineered or whatever, ingredients, to create a particular dream for her after she drank it---maybe it wouldn't get going until she went to sleep whenever that might be later on that night.

What cool dreams!

a couple lack of control issues there? But see, nothing bad happened... everything's going to work out just fine. Not that I could gather that information by reading your relayed dream of course, and of course you couldn't gather that information by merely dreaming your dreaming. No, no, no, some very intelligent being, a near seer (a recently acquired 'gift' -- probably due to the trauma she experienced with her dibilitating headaches)knows the truth, the what may come to pass, the like-it-or-not... and Jim... everything is coming up roses! (well maybe not till next Spring because of the impending hard freeze and all but, nevertheless, roses it shall be!)

cool, you dream in color. i have a lot of dreams where i'm trying to see what's going on. it's like someone keeps putting something in front of my eyes but no one is there and i keep tearing at this stuff to see. hmmmm.... the other night, i dreamt that my husband had drawn up plans for remodeling this house. it was beautiful. he thought of everything and after he showed the blue print to me, i sat there peering at it. slowly the thing came into focus where i could understand what he had done and i woke up praising him for his genius. (i think this dream is directly related to the fact that my husband spent all weekend-a week ago-putting down laminated wood flooring in our living room. he was criticizing his work and i told him that he had done a great job and that i loved it!)

It starts out in New York City, Greenwich Village. I'm walking alone, shopping for farm equipment. Each "store" I go into turns out to be an art gallery. I go in about 5 of 'em. The people looking at the art are very talkative and they all sound like farmers from the Bronx. What is more peculiar is while one person is talking, the person they're talking to is miming something I can't figure out. Now I'm just going into stores to see the miming, completely forgetting my original intention of buying farm implements. Finally I go into a store that turns out to be a farmh use, that, when you look out the window, you see lotsa land spreading all around you. It's a nice farmhouse, real comfy, a staircase, nice size living room, and it's wintertime in some state that feels like North Dakota. The heat is on, I can feel its warmth. There are 2 parents, mine, who feel like grandparents, look like grandparents and are 2 people I've never seen before---but they're very parental in a casual country sorta way. I'm sitting down at the kitchen table talking to Maggie. She's talki g to me. I'm looking closer and see she's not talking to me at all, but to the TV that's on, behind me a couple feet. As soon as I realize this, there's a tremendously sudden change in the room. It all becomes videoized. I feel like I'm in the middle of a scenario that feels very very technologized, like from the future, but very well coordinated like I knew it would come off ok without worrying about anything like whether I'll remain forever a video of myself, or whether I'll get turned off and be go e totally from existence in an instant. Now when I turn to Maggie, she is looking directly into my eyes without seeming to see me. I say, "Maggie, am I here?" She says nothing, continuing as she was, very calmly looking into my eyes without losing a very focused, alert, but relaxed look. I look to my left, turning my head sort of slower than I usually would. Maggie says, "When you look over there, you will see nothing." She's right. I see absolutely nothing there, but there's no static. I look dow in front of me at the table surface and my head falls to land sharply on the table, but I feel no pain and hear no sound of impact. I'm getting the kind of sadness you get when you hear a song that is like no song you've ever hearrd, one oozing with soul, meaning and a strangely lonely discontent. My hands hang down between my knees. I feel utterly, exhaustively helpless, motionless. I sense her sliding her fingertips along the table, using just her right hand, moving it from her left to right. Just like that we are back from videoizing. I look into her eyes; she is centered, self-contained, and she's looking into mine with a feeling beyond human scope, seeing another me I've never known, which is the full me of extensive expansive nature, opening right now. She's incredibly selfless, recognizing my new learning and knowing. My being is orienting itself for the launch into that same realm of consciousness she's in, but it doesn't happen and I wake in tears with a growing kind of gratitude, even so like the surnrise creeping over the horizon, broadening, widening, filling out with light, intensifying sight, or insight. Dreams are energy visions, sometimes---they seem to twinkle like tiny stars.....the night sky is almost undressed. Do you want any? Here it is again.....only this time it's one of your own standing in. The dream is coming....it's coming at you....it's coming for you....it's coming to you to you yourself youing all the you you can you....nighty night, dreamy dream dreamers.

good night, JohnBoy

Sonja here: Why does my sister call you the mafia man?

my winning personality and/or the fact that I work in an Italian restaurant

OH! Where does she come up with these things, I ask you.

That was a long time ago!

Yeah? So how did you come up with it back then? I mean, what could possibly induce a person to make a connection between 'kitchen manager' and 'mafia'????

I can't remember, actually. I think I saw him in a dream or something, and he wore a white had, and smoked a cigar, and so I thought he must be from the mafia.

hat, that is

In all my dreams of wer, he's holding the white hat in his left hand. The cigar is in the hat, lit and giving off smoke. Little puffs would come up out of the hat and I thought they were smoke signals. According to my dream dictionary, those particular puff shapes are to be interpreted as: I am Indian, not mafia I am Indian, not mafia I am Indian, not mafia I am Indian, not mafia I am mixed-blood Chickasaw in fact I just saw that chick coming back into my wiggy wigwam

ha-ha!!! Poor Wer! I had a really interesting dream last night - would've loved to have had an interpreter here this morning. It started like this: My children's doctor (who is a woman) phoned me up, and asked me to come in straight away for treatment. She couldn't tell me on the phone what my illness was, said I had to trust her. So I went in. Turned out I had to have my head shaved otherwise I would die. Naturally I preferred having it shaved. And as I was sitting there, waiting to have my head shaved, there appeared a bagel-man. I have no idea what a bagel-man is, but this one was pushing a trolley with sandwiches. He offered us some, but th doctor declined, and sent him away, which made him look rather depressed. I looked out the window, and saw contructions and a great many construction workers outside. I asked the doctor whether they were building a new building or what. She said no, she only enjoyed looking at their backsides, and whether I would like to go out and feed them. I said sure, so we went outside and fed them lettuce. (I guess that's the guinnea pig connection.) She finished shaving my head, and I went home. I went into the bathroom, and there he was: the bagel-man. He had commited suicide by hanging himself upside-down. I panicked. I had to do something with him. I knew, I didn't know how, but I knew for sure that it was my fault for having refused his sandwiches. I knew that I was his murderer, and that I had to get him to a police station. Then I saw a lorry outside - one of these huge, long roundish fuel carrying lorries. I asked the driver if he could give me a ride. He said yes, and we put the bagel-man on the roof of the truck. The minute it started moving, we were in an endless desert, which I recognized to be the Namibian dessert. But I had to get back to Switzerland to report my murdering the bagel-man, and did not know how. And suddenly, as we were driving, and as I was struggling with myself, the bagel-man rolled off the roof, and fell to the ground. I jumped out of the lorry, and saw it dissappear in the distance. I ran back to the bagel-man. Another big lorry like that came rushing past me, but didn't stop. I knew I had to catch up with one of the lorries so that I could get back to Switzerland. So I ran along in the direction that I'd seen the first lorry go. I didn't have to run far when I saw it parked at a station of some kind. I went into the restaurant to phone the Swiss police, to tell them I had killed the bagel-man. But the bagel-man was waiting for me inside the restaurant, and he had a gun. He shot me at point blank range, which made my ear hurt a little, and which made me wake up, my fingers around m ear and crushing it!

How very Freudian! You're one disturbed mama!

i had a really weird dream too. we were in a white room that had a sunken floor. the windows were on one wall and kind of high. we had just received a shipment of new furniture (gee, where'd that come from?) and a coworker and i were rehanging pictures on the wall. it turned out, these pictures were cross- stitch pieces i had worked very hard on. the other bits and pieces were original artwork by ordinary people. the co-worker and i were having some trouble arranging the pieces and someone (who just popped in) wanted to argue about where a particular piece should go. i started to holler at him that i had put 5 years of my life into this piece. then my boss shows up and says that she wanted the furniture to be easily moveable in case we needed to rearrange (that and the furniture bit came directly from work--we have new modular system furniture that can easily be rearranged). and then some little old lady comes in admiring the artwork. i remember thinking what a nice gallery this could be. that on the side, we could open the place up for people to come see the work. and then i woke up.....

Nice dream. Furniture and nice works of arts don't even drop into my lap like that in my dreams!!

I dreamed I was on a train last night with my sister, Alice, Samuel Jackson and Sonja. Samuel Jackson was the bad guy. And before that we had quite a scene at a tire repair place with the daughter of an ex girlfriend of mine getting busted for stealing tires. And I got stuck with a $249 tire repair bill after they had to stay after hours to fix the tires. Samuel Jackson ended up dead.

Wow! ME Sonja? And since it looks like everyone else had something to do, I dread to ask, but did I kill Samuel Jackson???

No you didn't, It's unsolved. And more on the tire thing later. Have a friend over now.

The daughter of an ex got mad because the tire place did a lousy job so she took some tires off a new car and put them on ours, then hid so no one would find her. She was fighting the injustice of a rip off car dealer. Sonja was on the train. The Samuel Jackson part keeps getting hazier.

I wonder where our brains come up with these things. I mean, how did Samuel Jackson and my sister slip into your unconscious mind AT THE SAME TIME??

Samuel and Sonja were twins in a former life. And it was fairly recent (19th century Italy). You were their next door neighbor, married to Terry. The train was rolling through Terry's dream and it simply decided to do something about it then and there. Besides, that night the train tickets were only 5 bucks for two. And sleep came easy and was extremely delicious for Terry. I'm only reporting the facts. They reflect in the mirror and shine through the night.

I'm not sure how likely that is though - not the bit about Samuel and me; that could defenitely be the case. But Ri�tte and Terry? Because he'd have to be seriously middle-aged for her to become a future ex....

LOL!!!! (oh, and for your reference, Sonja, ROTLMAO means.....well, you figure it out!) interesting dream (and analogy-leplep).... the only celebrity i can remember entering my nightvision was Bruce Springsteen- i was young and had a crush. we were trying to save a school. he did a charity concert and i was invited to sing with him (gee, wouldn't have anything to do with that video with courtney cox)....we were very close friends. oh, it also had it's own sponsored-by ad as bruce and i got a coke from the coke machine. haha! remember that dream like it was yesterday.

LMAO too!

last night, i dreamt that i had gone grocery shopping and packed as much stuff into my car as i could. then i went to a hotel and checked into a room. started unloading my car and while placing things in the fridge, noticed the room had not been cleaned and it looked like someone was sleeping in the bed still. funny, because i had been alone the whole time. so i went to the front desk (which happened to be in the restaurant) and later learned that this wasn't the front desk after all. i started frantically explaining that there was this little chinese man (how i knew this i don't know since the guy was all covered up in the comforter with no identifiable body parts peaking out from underneath) in the bed and--just then everyone looked out the window and the little man was off and running (wearing green pants and a tan shirt). anyway, i must have become bored with the dream because it ended then and there. haha!!

Why don't I ever have such weird, interesting dreams? I wonder if I dream at all.

I dreamt about surfing last night :-//

Mike, it looks like your nose is the surfboard riding this one wave with another wave coming in behind it, and your eyes fell off the front of the board, cuz it's surfing from right to left. You really dreamed that? Your nose was the surfboard?

where'd you get the nose thing? i missed something there!

:-// Didn't miss much. And Mike's nose probably didn't miss out, either, on a nice ride in the middle of that first wave there on the left, coming in to shore. I guess it's just some kind of concrete poetry that's not on concrete....it's on the ocean.

Or in the ocean for that matter - never to be seen again! Woosh!

shark infested waters, too!

Mike without a nose and eyes ever again? Are you guys saying it was an unfunny and insensitive thing for me to do, maybe because Mike's eyes drop off, and because it turned Mike's nose into a surfboard? My graphic use of his graphic use of keyboard notation marks was offensive? Is it never seen again and eaten by sharks because it was something you wish I wouldn't try again? Just want you to see how I jump to conclusions, so you can set me straight on what was really going on. That way I can learn how to interpret what might not work in the future, and I can learn how to interpret my own interpretations (conclusions I jump to) in the future. I also felt like not keeping it inside me, the wondering I was wondering about. I'm not trying to pressure you, I'm just wanting to learn. Pressuring doesn't work, right? That's how I feel. Yes, yes, let me know if you feel I'm over-reacting.....and could you say why? You might be bothered by this----that it's a nag to have to worry about every little thing we say, if it's going to bring this kind of reaction (my reaction). I just don't think it happens that often, but when it does, it can be seen as something that's helpful and good ---cuz it clears up some confusion for me, at least, and can hold me in good stead for interpreting future similar situations. Any hard feelings? None from me. Just curiousio....

This whole exchange just struck me as a stream-of-consciousness thing, you know? You talking about surfing on the ocean, Riette changes it to in the ocean, Wolf throws in a couple sharks for yuks...it's nothing offensive and no reflection on your interpretations. Lighten up, you're over-analyzing! :-) Am I right ladies, were they innocent comments?

That's what I like to hear---how the whole exchange struck you. But's interesting how an interpretation happens. It's real fast, for one thing. It's like the opposite of over-analyzing. But another weird thing is that if I inquire about that kind of interpretation that I had, it's not easy to do because it looks so offensive to ask if I offended and to ask if I was insensitive because of how the comments looked to me. But it helps me alot to get reactions (like yours, Autumn). Sometimes I get locked onto a certain read. Sometimes we all do. It's freeing to get good feedback, it unlocks the read. Even if the feedback were to be that the comments are not innocent. That still unlocks, because it corroborates and frees me from just myself, from just my own judgments, assumptions or interpretations.

No offence meant here. I found it a pretty hysterical visual, and that sort of thing sets off the teasing trigger.

I'm understanding better. That does help me. Thanks.

that was all very cool :-)

Yes, it was.

i had a weird dream last night. ok, well, i'm not sure how it started. but, somehow i ended up at a hotel (probably from all my travelling with work). the hotel faced a bay that connected to the ocean. there was a fence on one side of the hotel and the bay sort of filled the fence up to its height without going through the mesh (it was a chain-link fence). i was watching the water spill over the top of the fence with every wave. there was a field to the left of the fence and some of the water filled trenches in the field. i was thinking there must be alligators and snakes out there. i had been sitting on a concrete slab just outside one of the doors to the hotel. the next thing i know is my mother and i are going boatriding with a stranger. we had to rent the little boats and had to pull them through the water with a van (which floated, btw). well, i was terrified of falling in the water and had totally lost my ability to swim. my mom drove the van and pulled the boat from the covered marina and out onto the bay. i refused to go in the boat and stayed in the van (which was tangerine in color--we actually had a van like that when i was a kid). well, the only way for the boat to get back to the marina was for us to haul it there via a boat trailer that was still hooked up to the van. all i had to do was sit in the van while my mom and this stranger hooked the boat back up. i fell out of the van a few times and could barely make it to the walkway. it was like a concrete boardwalk and the water came up to about of foot from the top of this walkway. there were lots of people there and it was a festive atmosphere. i got help out of the water and kept thinking that the sharks would get me at any minute. it was strange because my mother, who really doesn't know how to swim and would only go into ocean water up to her knees, wasn't afraid at all. it was like she was born on the water. we were walking back after dropping the boat off at the marina and she was telling me how she could get the dolphins to come up for a closer look. she started blowing up balloons and tossing them into the water. and when i looked out, the water was full of balloons that other people had thrown in there. upon tossing the balloon out, a dolphin did appear and started playing with the balloon. i was so excited and this pleased her. then i started looking around the place and dolphins could be seen all over the place either chasing skiers or playing with balloons. i remember thinking that the dolphins were there even when i had fallen in and it was silly of me to be afraid. it was a wonderful dream, my mother and i friends and doing things together.

Wow! That sounds amazing.

I don't dream. Or, I don't remember dreams. I sleep very soundly. I have slept through an earthquake 4.5, I think. I sleep 4 hours a night, and dislike wasting even that much time on sleep. Maybe when I get old I'll decide to sleep more. Maybe I'll even buy a car, instead of walking or riding a bike. But I'm only 43 and old is a long way off yet.

What bliss that must be. And yes, you're practically a baby! I had a dream of a weekend though. Saturday morning I woke up with the urge for an outing, but Chris wanted to stay out of the bad weather. So I took my girls, thinking we'd just go to the zoo, but then somehow we ended up on a train and then in Germany. We saw several small towns, slept in a small, dingy hotel in a town called Singen, no clean underwear, no toiletries, and an angry husband back home! And on the way back went to see the Rhine falls. We climbed all the way to the top, marvelling at th rushing, thundering waters, threw coins into the water, and made wishes. Then we came back on several slow, scenic trains, hanging out the windows, shouting and singing. It was great!

That's great. I've always thought that the best kind of day was one where everything is spontaneous. and you find enough fun things to do that the day ends before you are ready.

That's what I love too. But I have to admit it drives my husband crazy. He likes things to be orderly, and he likes to know what's going to happen. Then when I go off to the zoo, and end up in Germany, he gets fuming mad. So the getting home part was a bit difficult, but I bought him all his favourite types of chocolate today, so hopefully he'll mellow again.

Yes, Chocolate has a way of doing that to a person.

However, should he really be angry, beyond the chocolate cure, go out and buy him a half dozen red roses. Men typically don't have a response for when a woman buys roses, and it forces them to think. Thinking and anger can't co-exist, because, in a relationship, anger has no place.

that's interesting.....i used to buy myself one single red rose when my husband and i were dating...then he started getting them for me. now, nothing, but hey! oh oh, i've got an idea, do you think if i bought myself a dozen roses once a month, he'd pick up on it and start? can't say anything, though, he's a good man. we walked into a fave jewelry store and he suggested i get my rings cleaned. well, he goes off to another store and you know what i do, right? "ooo, can i try this one on, then this one, then....." etc. etc. then he comes back and i show him some of the rings i liked and also told him i thought it would be neat if we bought anniversary bands (10 years). well, next thing i know is he's telling me to pick one out at a certain dollar limit. so i do. and i felt guilty. and i offered to take it back for a refund. well, i haven't actually worn the thing yet. it's being sized. but i really felt bad. because i felt like a little kid who begged and begged until daddy finally gave in. what the hell, diamonds are a girl's best friend. yeah, right! i pick it up wed. and we'll see how it goes. sorry, went off on a tangent, it wasn't a dream, sorry *smile*

ha-ha! That's the way to go about it, Wolf!!! I don't believe in buying flowers, Tim. Yeah, I know I'm an easy girl! No, no, I just feel sad when they whither, that's why. But the chocolates worked, alright! And the love making, and today he's soft as a little lamb again. He's such a sweet man.

Glad to hear it. About the flowers though: A friend of mine, who I give flowers to dries them somehow and presses them and they stay pretty much intact. I've been giving her roses for 17 years and she still has every one. Even the ones 17 years old still have color. But still, as long as everything worked out it's good.

My dreams usually consist of "dumping" the stuff in my head, like I'll dream about doing the laundry or grocery shopping, or attending a meeting that's scheduled for the next day. Sometimes I'll wake up in the a.m. and swear I'm all caught up on the laundry--I'm genuinely surprised to see it all piled up downstairs!

I had an uhhhgo dream that I had a zit on my knee and it popped open and I was messing with it and it grew to this six inch gash in my leg and then it started aching, really bad and I found these things in it (maggots) and I kept trying to get them out but they were way in there (not deep just under the skin away from the gash... Ummm sorry. Told you it was gross.

Another gross thought, if you have maggots under the skin, you have gangrene.

hi autumn and stacey! autumn, i have dreams like that too...it's like a major brain dump of all the worries for whatever is happening next! and speaking of dreams, i've had a dream with the same person in it for two nights straight. it was really strange. the same person in different scenes. as for gross dreams, stacey, i've dreamt that my teeth fell out (before my wisdom toofers were removed) and like autumn, i fully expected them to be gone when i woke up! aren't we silly!!!!

Not really, a dream can mirror reality. Who's to say what is real and what is illusion, when your brain is asleep, and you are not thinking straight.

YES! I knew it! The pile of washing in my bathroom IS merely an illusion!

It may be an illusion or it may be an alternate reality. It depends on how you perceive it.

oh no... my knee is starting to ache again...

maybe Wolf will lick it clean so it'll heal correctly... if not, I've got a terrific sauce if you can collect enough of the little guys to saute...

If you saute the little guys, does that mean you intend to eat them, or is this just a new way of buttering them up?

lotsa times the latter leads to the former...

oh no....there's a fly in my room that's starting to dream it's Jeff Goldblum [Jeff broke down one night and talked in his sleep in the bed next to mine, saying he came from a maggot in Stacey's knee, but I dunno whether that's really true or not]

The poor fly! You slept with JEFF?? You lucky thang, you!

yeah, he was mostly snoring. Jeff snores alot. I had to wear earplugs. but he also sure can talk on and on in his sleep. he'd be talking alot to a "wee head" or something. and whenever I heard him do that, he'd switch into what musta been Afrikaans. but he'd switch back to English when talking about his childhood---that's when he'd say stuff about inside Stacey's knee. it was just 2 nights we slept together. he stopped calling me about 2 weeks later. I'd get this call from him and, by then, all I'd hear was a buzz. so I didn't know what to say, and he musta gotten bored with my "huh?"s.

OK, did he mention me at all?? I think Jeff Goldblum is totally HOT.

I do recall this one clump of words he uttered suddenly and inadvertantly as if he wanted to cavort with what he couldn't quite have, not even in that dream he was in: "I wish my mind didn't feel so underfed this dream is hanging by a thread oh if only I could get inside Autumn's head just to see what all she's left unsaid that pointless happiness, was it worth it? none of them had her cackle, her snap or her wit being with anyone but her felt like a hermit I just want to drive her with a learner's permit"

Same here, Autumn. I sure wouldn't come up with 'huh' if I had the chance to sleep with him. I'd probably come up with 'ugh'! MORE!

Hey, "snap, cackle and wit"--that's my motto! You've hit this nail on the head, Jim.

Yes, AND managed to slip it in before I could slip mine in. He's just so slick!

*laugh* Jeff, crawling around inside me... what a thought!