Retro dreams - do you remember your dreams?

[shorthair]

I was in an office...that was also sort of like a bookstore.  Maybe a bookstore's office. No. It was like a publisher's office. And the editor or publisher was Donald Sutherland (or somebody like him), and I was someone else - a boy in his early teens, perhaps fourteen, but not really me. And people were scuttling around with books, doing publishing things with them.

At one point, I was looking through a book, a sort of historical anthology of I'm not sure what, and I saw a page that referenced Superman II...or III.....but not a version like either that really existed. And all the details of this other version were in my mind...and, yet, another part of my mind was trying to figure out which version it was, cos it didn't click with either Zod or Richard Pryor and nicotine Kryptonite.

It was like being in an episode of some ABC show...yes, definitely an ABC show...from the mid-to-late 80s.....except that I was simultaneously somewhere in the 90s...and I was trying to reconcile the history of this time, this book I was looking through and it's place...not being able to find the printing date - cos the book was in German!...I think it was. And yet I was more and more drawn to the earlier time until I finally asked Donald Sutherland (or, his character, or whoever he was) if the book had just been published. And he just smiled, as he went about his publishing business.

Somewhere in there, I noticed something I've never seen before: at a curved desk - for, it was definitely 90s nouveau fashion - I had a book in hand that a woman...or young girl...had shown me needed re-cataloging or something, and there was this machine, not electronic but that somehow cranked out this sort of dark, gel-like flimsy, about the size of a large bookmark, and she went on to use a press to impress the black, almost gooey, gelled data onto a page, and then sent it on its way.

In any case, I was standing there with the anthology, still wondering about the sordid details of Superman, and Gene Hackman, a la Lex Luthor, came up to me - young-looking, with rich brown hair, curls graduating down to his shoulders in perhaps some 18th century fashion - with a book, showing me an entry with a picture of some ancient music written in only bass clefs - not in bass clef, but using that symbol as notation - and he hummed through it's organum-like texture as he walked off to my left and aft toward windows, with book cases next to them, looking out on some harbor, Hackman/Luthor telling me in a sort of conspiratorial manner that this music was some sort of code, that these people just had no idea, that embedded in the music was the answer to...something clandestinely magnificent.

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Anyways, do any of you remember your dreams?...Often?...Do you wish to tell of them?

[billf]

Yes.  No.  No.

[shardian]

Yes.  No.  No.

Ditto. The ones I usually remember/are recurring are nightmares of a sort and are usually hard to put into words.

[shorthair]

That's too bad, shardian. Though likely some would think them scary, I haven't in years had dreams where I was scared. I think dreams are pure recreations. Sure, there are ways to control or regulate them, but I'm more interested in big mind. It does things far beyond my capacity.

[shardian]

That's too bad, shardian. Though likely some would think them scary, I haven't in years had dreams where I was scared. I think dreams are pure recreations. Sure, there are ways to control or regulate them, but I'm more interested in big mind. It does things far beyond my capacity.

I've had certain recurring nightmares since I was a kid, though I don't dream very often at all. Now I have new, more vivid ones since a family tragedy last year.

[shorthair]

shardian: yeah, life can haunt you in your sleep.

pbj: I don't know. Are you getting enough rest?


I think dreams are vital to a vibrant mind. They can also be problematic. One time, a sargent in my unit and I got into a conversation about strange things - I think it was cos my girlfriend was a witch, as well as some other things - and he told me of a guy in his unit when he was in Oki (Okinawa) that would spend his weekend in the middle of his barracks room floor (they had two- or three-man rooms, vs open squad bays) with his eyes closed as if meditating or something. From what he told me, the guy was...but more than that. He told me that the guy told him that he would go to paradise or something - he'd imagine himself in a huge field, the sun bright but not too warm, and just luxuriate in it.

The Sargent said it freaked him out when he was on duty (back when the NCO of the day would have to walk through all the rooms, periodically) and he'd find him there on the floor in his room, oblivious to everything. He wouldn't step on the floor as he walked through room, using furniture, instead.

One time, as the Sargent went into the guy's room and found a couple other guys with him, all sitting facing each other in a circle, he noticed the third one was sweating fiercely, and started shaking. Then the guy called out. I forget what, but was yelling in fear. The first guy came out of his spell and...I don't remember, exactly, but got the other dude to come out of it. The Sargent told me later on he asked the first guy what the ---fudgesicle--- happened, and it was something like this: 'he (the sweating, yelling dude) was in Hell. I had to go into Hell and pull him out. I could feel death breathing on me, on my neck, and knew if I looked i would die.'

***

I believed his story, cos I intuitively knew that, though he wanted to help the guy in bringing him into the practice, he made a bad choice. The guy wasn't ready to deal with himself.

[Glaine]

See seven minutes, 30 seconds into this video. Don't even try to tell me anyone that watched this show didn't want to try that.

[USSEnterprise]

Most comical (at least me) dream I ever had:

Was going to church with my grandmother (something I rarely do). She's Catholic. I dreamed said church had a huge arch in front with a large LED display on top. The display registered the number of sins one had on them as they entered the church, and then gave a dollar amount to remove said sins. I never got a chance to walk through, I woke up.

My mind is not politically correct, even in sleep.

[horseboy]

I think dreams are vital to a vibrant mind. They can also be problematic. One time, a sargent in my unit and I got into a conversation about strange things - I think it was cos my girlfriend was a witch, as well as some other things - and he told me of a guy in his unit when he was in Oki (Okinawa) that would spend his weekend in the middle of his barracks room floor (they had two- or three-man rooms, vs open squad bays) with his eyes closed as if meditating or something. From what he told me, the guy was...but more than that. He told me that the guy told him that he would go to paradise or something - he'd imagine himself in a huge field, the sun bright but not too warm, and just luxuriate in it.

The Sargent said it freaked him out when he was on duty (back when the NCO of the day would have to walk through all the rooms, periodically) and he'd find him there on the floor in his room, oblivious to everything. He wouldn't step on the floor as he walked through room, using furniture, instead.

One time, as the Sargent went into the guy's room and found a couple other guys with him, all sitting facing each other in a circle, he noticed the third one was sweating fiercely, and started shaking. Then the guy called out. I forget what, but was yelling in fear. The first guy came out of his spell and...I don't remember, exactly, but got the other dude to come out of it. The Sargent told me later on he asked the first guy what the ---fudgesicle--- happened, and it was something like this: 'he (the sweating, yelling dude) was in Hell. I had to go into Hell and pull him out. I could feel death breathing on me, on my neck, and knew if I looked i would die.'

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I believed his story, cos I intuitively knew that, though he wanted to help the guy in bringing him into the practice, he made a bad choice. The guy wasn't ready to deal with himself.

So you are telling me that you heard a secondhand account of 3 dudes that got into a circle and meditated or something (it was meditating, but more than that) and one dude meditated his way to hell and the other dude also meditated his way to hell to save him, and you believe it?

Really?

3 lonely womenless dudes sitting in a circle sweating profusely... meditating sounds like an excuse to me.

[shorthair]

Glaine: that host is out there, man. And lookit that rooster head he's got. Curious how the white kid knows pretty much all the history-like questions, but ONE ---smurfing--- second of music and the black kid KNOWS it....except he can't say it too well. This is totally an education on culture of the time.

USS: funny, man.

horseboy: have you been in any branch of the military, let alone the Marine Corps?

[ChadTower]

Are you suggesting he excites you?

[ChadTower]

dull      adjective, -er, -est, verb –adjective

2.   causing boredom; tedious; uninteresting.

Antonyms  2. interesting.

[ChadTower]

If you are an antonym to me, you post way too freakin much.  Know your role and stop posting.