Wow - it's been many years, but was recently reminded of this blog. Figured it would be a good place to write dreams down if only for myself.
Two recent ones that stand out:
1) We have a friend JD, who is in his 60s, but in the dream we saw an old movie on TV and recognized him in it - as a young man. In the movie, he was sort of a tough guy - stoner, burnout type - dressed like Vinnie from Welcome Back Cotter (this is probably because recently he told us that he was a big pothead when he was in high school). But then as the movie went on, at some point, he kissed another tough guy.
2) Went over to my friend J's place and saw his ex-wife (who had cheated on him) there, along with the current wife (who didn't look like herself and instead looked like another friend M). I was like, "What the fuck?" and took off. But J, who was really drunk/stoned, followed me out, and as we sat on a bench outside a bus/train station, tried to kiss me. As I said, no, stop it, there was a woman on the bench next to us, who intervened and tried to get him to stop too. He left, and I apologized to her, but she was cool with it.
Thursday, August 30, 2018
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Lemmy
Dreamed I was hanging out with Lemmy in a kitchen and he made me a gourmet black and white milkshake, with really good chocolate syrup. Who knew Lemmy was a gourmand?
Monday, May 21, 2012
My not-so-great idea
I had an idea in my dream in which cassette singles (from the 80s) were replaced by paper card singles. Kids could buy songs on paper cards -- that way they could buy them with cash, and not have to use their parent's credit card online. Then the card could be inserted (like an SD card) into your cell phone or mp3 player and you could play the song from the card.
That's not a bouncy ball
I was playing with 2 1/2 year old nephew Christian. He had a bunch of pool balls, but he was playing with them the way he plays with his other balls - throwing them, and trying to bounce them off the floor. So I had to tell him, "That's not a bouncy ball! You can't do that, Christian, you'll break something!"
Mike Skinner ice
I was hanging out backstage with Mike Skinner of The Streets - I had probably won a contest or something. He handed me a circular ice cube - didn't put it in a drink or anything, just put it in my hand. "Here's an ice cube with my face on it," he said. (I had seen a news story recently on Virgin Airlines serving ice cubes with Richard Branson's face on them in first-class passengers' drinks.) "Wow, it looks just like you!" I replied. And it really did.
Monday, April 23, 2012
More big wave dreams
One day a Freudian psychoanalyst will have to tell me what my recurring dreams about big waves and big water mean... I have had 2 more lately.
In one, I was in a glass cube house - it was pretty much made up entirely of panes of glass, cathedral height glass walls, and flat glass paned ceilings. The house belonged to my brother. It was raining heavily outside, pounding against all that glass, and I began to get worried. My worries became reality when water started leaking from between the panes. The water level outside started rising as well, increasing flood waters visible through the glass walls.
In the other dream, less than a week later, I was on the shore of Antarctica, high on a cliff or platform looking down at the coastline. There were people on the shore and I watched as the waves started getting bigger and bigger - 30-40 feet and wondered if the people would survive the sub-zero temperature water that was starting to hit everyone.
In one, I was in a glass cube house - it was pretty much made up entirely of panes of glass, cathedral height glass walls, and flat glass paned ceilings. The house belonged to my brother. It was raining heavily outside, pounding against all that glass, and I began to get worried. My worries became reality when water started leaking from between the panes. The water level outside started rising as well, increasing flood waters visible through the glass walls.
In the other dream, less than a week later, I was on the shore of Antarctica, high on a cliff or platform looking down at the coastline. There were people on the shore and I watched as the waves started getting bigger and bigger - 30-40 feet and wondered if the people would survive the sub-zero temperature water that was starting to hit everyone.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Recent dreams
I have been remiss in writing lately... Some recent dreams involved:
1) My recurring dream of huge waves and tsunami-force waters again. The twist this time is that I was indoors, in the hypothetical Hawaii house of our graphic designer -- which had a wall of windows upon which the waters rose.
2) My pink stuffed animal pig was black, and I was in bed holding it. Someone else was in bed with me, and we were trying hard not to touch.
3) I went with my parents to visit my friend GH who was staying in a huge luxe multi-room hotel suite. He got a phone call from what sounded like a girlfriend, so we left him and went off to explore the suite. I opened a closet door, and a tall blond guy jumped out on me. Apparently he was GH's friend and they would ambush each other Inspector Clouseau-Kato style.
1) My recurring dream of huge waves and tsunami-force waters again. The twist this time is that I was indoors, in the hypothetical Hawaii house of our graphic designer -- which had a wall of windows upon which the waters rose.
2) My pink stuffed animal pig was black, and I was in bed holding it. Someone else was in bed with me, and we were trying hard not to touch.
3) I went with my parents to visit my friend GH who was staying in a huge luxe multi-room hotel suite. He got a phone call from what sounded like a girlfriend, so we left him and went off to explore the suite. I opened a closet door, and a tall blond guy jumped out on me. Apparently he was GH's friend and they would ambush each other Inspector Clouseau-Kato style.
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