These dreams...

[joegoda]

I was walking along a fence line, by which I mean I was walking ON the fence, through neighborhoods and through alleys, always keeping my footing like some acrobatic wire-walker. It was a holiday, Thanksgiving, I suspect, because people were eating cranberries and turkey.

The Nazis had taken over the U.S., or at least the part of the U.S. I lived in. This happened while I was fence-walking, so I was late to the concentration camp. Some overseer caught me and directed me to go to the barrack and find my place. I wasn't carrying anything, so it looked like all I would have to live on and with were the clothes on my back.

Once I got there, there being a long narrow building; a converted schoolhouse, I think, I wandered up and down the hall looking for 'my place'. I ended up in the library, where I met an old friend. Robert Plumb, who has been dead since 1982. He looked remarkably healthy and incredibly like the character Gregory House. He said "Sucks to be late, bud. Here's your notebook and your toothbrush. You better go find a cubby to sleep in." and he shooed me out of the library. Not the greatest of tearful reunions, and in the dream I responded with a 'Huh'. I was pretty mute in this dream.

I wandered down the south hall of the school building, looking for an empty room, closet, anything that I could claim as 'my place', but I didn't find anything. Oh, there were a few spaces about the size of a large briefcase, and I wondered if I could actually squeeze into it for the night, or nights to come.

Some of the other prisoners were talking about being moved to a more permanent residence. I noted this as I wandered. I saw a little blonde girl, playing with her notebook and some red beads. She looked up at me and smile.

I had a conversation with the Commandant, but I don't remember the words. The emotion he projected toward me was one of irritation, as if I was holding him up from doing something. I turned away from him and walked toward the north end of the building.

I passed the Library, where I saw Robert again. He was packing up, preparing to give a lecture of some sort. He looked at me with an irritated frown. I guess I was bother to a lot of folks in this dream.

There was a door at the end of the hall. I opened it and stepped in. A lot of very fancily dressed folks were sitting at a table, talking or playing cards or something. I was invited to sit in and one woman, about my age, with her white hair piled on her head and a fairly attractive face started a conversation with me. She appeared to know me, and though she did look a bit familiar, I couldn't place her face or voice. She invited me to stay with her for the duration.

I apologized and told her that I didn't know her.

She laughed and smiled indulgently. "Oh, you do. You just don't remember."

Which is, of course, when I woke up.

Comments

[cattinsley.livejournal.com]

What the hell are you eating before you go to bed? Holy shyt man! I think I dream of stuff like driving a car nowhere and stuff like that...LOL.

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

Oh, these are just a series in what I call "Real Dreams". I have them every so often, and have since I was a little boy. Real Dreams are very vivid, to the point of having their own existence and logic. As far as I can guess, and it's one of my odd beliefs, these dreams take place in real places, where an alternative me exists, and for the time of the dream, I ride along in the consciousness of the person in the dream, experiencing all that they do.

The longest running real dream lasted six years. It was a serial dream, where the next night, the dream would pick up where the last one left off. took place in a world quite a bit like this one, and it involved me being chased by two factions; one governmental group and one fundamental religious group. I never knew what they wanted, but I was traveling, by foot, across the U.S. to get to a spot in Oregon, where the 'Mountain People" lived. Apparently those of us being hunted had some sort of talent or ability that these two factions felt they needed to control.

I've been chased, stabbed, shot, fallen off a cliff, died many times, and had many different families.

Last night was fairly normal. I dreamed I was living in my hometown in Indiana again, married to the woman I'm married to now. I didn't have a job, and I was looking for one. In the mean time, I was able to go walking down some roads and explore part of the town I never had the chance to when I was a child.

It was a gentle and relaxing dream, where I got to visit some very nice shops, drink some good coffee, and talk to a number of people. Of course, there was a 'fun center' which was kind of weird, but not too strange.

It was such a nice quiet dream, I almost forgot I had one.

But, to answer your question, when I feel I have to dream, I eat a peanut butter sandwich before bed. Other than that, the dreams come when they do. I have a fun brain, yes?

[cattinsley.livejournal.com]

Wow. I never remember mine. I'm sure I have them, everyone does. But honestly I could not tell you what they were at all. I keep thinking I need to get a dream journal, but I figure if it was important enough it would wake me up. That has happend once or twice. However, reading yours inspires me to try to write mine down. I still don't think it would be more than like me flying or running naked through my high school more than likely. I don't really have a complicated mind.

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

Cat, having met you and having looked in your eyes and at your hand, I find your mind very intricate. The character Esmerelda, for instance, is a function of your dreaming mind, and she's definitely a lot of interesting fun. You are like a finely made watch.

[(Anonymous)]

Wow! I guess I just look at things in such a straight line that I tend to see myself in those terms. Esmerelda is my interior voice. I tend to not say what exactly I'm thinking, even though I'm sure it is apparant if you look at my face. I'm honored that you find me interesting! You tend to see through to the core of the matter, so that trully is wonderful to be seen that way in your eyes!

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

You're very welcome, m'dear. I do find you interesting, in a metaphysical and friendly sort of way. You are one of those folks that I would like to find at one of our pub nights where we have long discussions about nothing important. You and Chuck just feel like friends.