Dream a Little Dream
Do you dream? I have vivid dreams that are frequently bizarre. I've described some of them to other people before and they said they seemed more like nightmares than dreams. One recurring dream I have is that I quit my job and regret it immensely. I do everything possible to get it back, but usually it doesn't look like it's going to work out and then I'll wake up. I take a little mental inventory, realize it was a dream and feel tremendous relief. I dream of dead relatives often. I will admit that makes me a little uneasy. They aren't dead in my dreams, but they always have something important to tell me. Most often it's like a riddle or a clue. Then there are often times I have dreams that are just plain weird. Here are a couple of samples...
I was driving my ’68 Pontiac Firebird, going somewhere following Jim, my brother-in-law. He was nowhere in sight, but I was following. I came to a tee in the road and I turned left. It was actually a hallway and after the turn I went down some stairs, around the corner and into a large, dark room with lots of stuff in it. It was a museum of some type and there was a man there in a rocking chair. At this point I was walking along with the steering wheel from my car in my right hand. Apparently it was theft protection for my car. I had a conversation with the man, but I don’t remember what we talked about. There was a ballerina in the room, dressed in a loose drapery, off-white in color. She was just standing on her toe. My nephew was there at that moment and was amazed at her ability. He, of course, tried it, with shoes on, but was unable. I believe I scolded him for making a scene.
I went out the door (I think) and to my car. My sister was with me at this time and we were standing by the car. At some point I was again driving with people in the car and we were traveling down a two lane road with stores on the right side. I pulled into the parking lot of one and went inside to get barbeque, but was distracted by some men’s magazines. There were a couple of contractors from work there and they spoke to me. Something was said and one of them got a very surprised look on his face and left running.
I was in my car again and trying to leave the parking lot, but it was so hard to steer and there was something wrong with the throttle. The car sounded magnificent, like a top fuel dragster at idle. I just couldn’t get back out into traffic. My sister was there, but I don’t think there was any conversation. I was complaining, but rhetorically.
The next dream involved me exchanging glances with a woman. She had dark skin, but I didn’t see her face. I saw her through a window at one point and then in several other places. When we got close, I reached one arm around her and pulled her slowly toward me. She didn’t push away, but wasn’t looking at me. I remember looking down at her dark hair and then leaning in to kiss her. When we kissed, it felt as if she had the tongue of a snake...hard, thin, forked and black. I’m not sure how I could tell it was black. I asked her to stick out her tongue and it had a piece of leather glued to the underside. The strip of leather was about 3 or 4 inches long, ½ inch wide and black in color. At the loose end it was slit in 3 places making it into 4 thin strips.
The next scene I remember involves me looking at the moon with my telescope. I was having difficulty setting things up. I was in a room, but able to see the sky above. Clouds blanketed the sky and were moving quickly diagonal from front right to rear left. I also remember seeing dark, naked trees and a highway.
I’m not sure where this one starts, but the basic theme was Night of the Living Dead...
Something had happened and there were dead people walking around that looked just like living people. As a result, you weren’t sure if they were one of “us” and so you approached everybody with caution. Apparently, the dead wanted to make the living dead, too.
I was with someone, perhaps my wife, and we were going to my parent’s house inmy home town
This “living and dead” thing had happened once before, according to my dream. We wanted to get news on the TV, but the cable was out. The dead folks had a hand in this, I’m sure.
At one point I was in the front yard and there were several people around, some were wrapped in plastic as a protection against the dead. I have no idea how that worked. Anyway, I discovered there was a dead guy coming down the embankment off the highway. He was wearing a large hat and was extremely tall. The hat was white and black and made a very large ring around his head. I took a shot at him with the pistol I was carrying. I didn’t hit him and this dream may have ended.
At some point there were UFO’s flying over at night. This took place at a location which was a cross between my parent’s house and our first apartment. They were incredibly high in the sky. I remember very dark nights with a lot of stars. The actuality of aliens was acceptable and no one questioned anything about it. For some reason though, I don’t think they were friendly.
I don't believe that dreams have deep, dark meanings. Our thoughts are free to roam where ever they desire while we are asleep. I just wish mine would roam over to the sexy side of town a little more often.
I was driving my ’68 Pontiac Firebird, going somewhere following Jim, my brother-in-law. He was nowhere in sight, but I was following. I came to a tee in the road and I turned left. It was actually a hallway and after the turn I went down some stairs, around the corner and into a large, dark room with lots of stuff in it. It was a museum of some type and there was a man there in a rocking chair. At this point I was walking along with the steering wheel from my car in my right hand. Apparently it was theft protection for my car. I had a conversation with the man, but I don’t remember what we talked about. There was a ballerina in the room, dressed in a loose drapery, off-white in color. She was just standing on her toe. My nephew was there at that moment and was amazed at her ability. He, of course, tried it, with shoes on, but was unable. I believe I scolded him for making a scene.
I went out the door (I think) and to my car. My sister was with me at this time and we were standing by the car. At some point I was again driving with people in the car and we were traveling down a two lane road with stores on the right side. I pulled into the parking lot of one and went inside to get barbeque, but was distracted by some men’s magazines. There were a couple of contractors from work there and they spoke to me. Something was said and one of them got a very surprised look on his face and left running.
I was in my car again and trying to leave the parking lot, but it was so hard to steer and there was something wrong with the throttle. The car sounded magnificent, like a top fuel dragster at idle. I just couldn’t get back out into traffic. My sister was there, but I don’t think there was any conversation. I was complaining, but rhetorically.
The next dream involved me exchanging glances with a woman. She had dark skin, but I didn’t see her face. I saw her through a window at one point and then in several other places. When we got close, I reached one arm around her and pulled her slowly toward me. She didn’t push away, but wasn’t looking at me. I remember looking down at her dark hair and then leaning in to kiss her. When we kissed, it felt as if she had the tongue of a snake...hard, thin, forked and black. I’m not sure how I could tell it was black. I asked her to stick out her tongue and it had a piece of leather glued to the underside. The strip of leather was about 3 or 4 inches long, ½ inch wide and black in color. At the loose end it was slit in 3 places making it into 4 thin strips.
The next scene I remember involves me looking at the moon with my telescope. I was having difficulty setting things up. I was in a room, but able to see the sky above. Clouds blanketed the sky and were moving quickly diagonal from front right to rear left. I also remember seeing dark, naked trees and a highway.
I’m not sure where this one starts, but the basic theme was Night of the Living Dead...
Something had happened and there were dead people walking around that looked just like living people. As a result, you weren’t sure if they were one of “us” and so you approached everybody with caution. Apparently, the dead wanted to make the living dead, too.
I was with someone, perhaps my wife, and we were going to my parent’s house in
This “living and dead” thing had happened once before, according to my dream. We wanted to get news on the TV, but the cable was out. The dead folks had a hand in this, I’m sure.
At one point I was in the front yard and there were several people around, some were wrapped in plastic as a protection against the dead. I have no idea how that worked. Anyway, I discovered there was a dead guy coming down the embankment off the highway. He was wearing a large hat and was extremely tall. The hat was white and black and made a very large ring around his head. I took a shot at him with the pistol I was carrying. I didn’t hit him and this dream may have ended.
At some point there were UFO’s flying over at night. This took place at a location which was a cross between my parent’s house and our first apartment. They were incredibly high in the sky. I remember very dark nights with a lot of stars. The actuality of aliens was acceptable and no one questioned anything about it. For some reason though, I don’t think they were friendly.
I don't believe that dreams have deep, dark meanings. Our thoughts are free to roam where ever they desire while we are asleep. I just wish mine would roam over to the sexy side of town a little more often.
I'm not sure if I agree with you on this post. The connection between our conscious and subconscious are often vague and may seem unrelated, but I believe that they are deeply related. I have felt this way for quite some time, and I'm sure a little talk with a dream psychologist or a similar professional would help you realize the direct correlations.
Laken Reed
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