snippets

been a while since i posted a dream.
it is not that i haven't been having them, it is that i have not been writing them down.

so the snippets.
1] i seem to be in a new house. it goes on for ever. lots of rooms. lots of stuff. but i am not sure what i am doing there. do i live there? am i visiting? i never find out. have dreamt that house a couple of times.
2] i am hanging on to a wind turbine. i have no idea how i can hold onto the piece i am holding on as it is much bigger than my hand. but there i am. the wind turbine is in the middle of the sea, there seems to be a farm of the things, the waves below are pounding, it is all in black and white. i am scared.
2] i am mistaken for mick foley and eddie g jumps me and we fight only for mick to appear and we have a three way dance.

lets see if i can remember then in future.

on a train

I was on a train but the train wasn't moving but it was going to move soon.....and I realized my car was parked illegally, so I got off the train and got into my car but it had been in an accident and the train took off without me so I went to a house but it wasn't my house but I knew it and I fixed a snack, and then I started to worry because Tuffy P was on the train and she didn't know where I was and I didn't know where the train was going and I thought I have to go after it when the doorbell rang and it was my aunt, coming for tea she had baked some really tasty coffee cake and I woke up.

A sex dream

Last night I dreamt that Dita Von Teese begged me to have sex with her. Then I woke up.

A sex dream

Last night I dreamt that Dita Von Teese begged me to have sex with her. Then I woke up.

must be getting old

Everyone was how I remembered them from the early 80s, except me....I was me now. No other details.

Last night

I dreamt that I was looking down at a shimmery pool of water.

As long as i kept my eyelids closed i could see the lights..( handy i know )

It was really beautiful and peaceful

Seinfeld madness

So there I am in New York City, and I'm walking around with Red. And then a bus goes by and heads down the steps into the subway. And I think it was Kramer driving the bus. And he says, "Oh, I thought that was the road to the train station."

And then the next thing I know, I'm walking around, and this time I'm on my own, and I see Jerry Seinfeld walking ahead of me. He's dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and he's talking on a mobile phone. I call out to him and run to catch up to him.

But when he turns around, it's not Jerry. It's Kramer, and suddenly his hair is all big, just like it should be, and I wonder how I could possibly have mistaken him for Jerry from behind.

And then suddenly I'm inside a tall Manhattan office building, and I'm rolling around on the floor, making out with Elaine. Now that deserves an exclamation point!

The art thief

I dreamed I was an art thief, and I had been hired by Gianni Agnelli (the late owner of FIAT) to steal a famous canvas. Gianni was accompanied by his son Lupo. [In fact, Agnelli had a grandson called Lapo; but by making that into Lupo (which translates as "wolf"), I might have injected some extra meaning into my dream. Agnelli, of course, translates as "lambs"...]

So I'm in the streets of Marrakech, pacing up and down in front of this antiques dealer that has the painting in question in the window, waiting to strike. The Agnellis are waiting in the shadows. I seize my moment, smash the window, cut the painting out of its frame and make a dash for it. I end up running on muddy streets with open sewers, thinking, "I can't believe Ridley Scott shot Kingdom of Heaven here. Poor Orlando Bloom must have gotten very dirty".

I end up in a dungeon, where I must hide from a gang of fellow art thieves hired by another high-flying industrialist to steal that same canvas. I manage to slip away, give Gianni Agnelli his canvas, all rolled up like an Athena poster and muddied up.

Then Ewan McGregor tries to stop me from getting away, he grabs at my legs and I know that if he manages to subdue me he will rape me. I spot a rifle on the floor and stretch to reach it. Then I hit him on the head with it to stun him. While he's down, I break all his limbs with the butt of the rifle and get away.

Octopus

I dreamed that a friend and I had found a place to vacation. It had a big pond. We wuold go swimming in the pond. Occasionally there was a big fish that I wondered if it would bite, but it didn't. Then the water began to stir and get muddy. Then a tentacled arm and then more arms started coming after us, trying to pull us under. We ran to the cabin. The giant octopus could grab at us from the water, but it couldn't touch us on dry land. That's all.

3/12/06 Dream

Last night I dreamed of Parkour.

(Isn't that at the beginning of a film? It's either Rebecca or Casino Royale...hmm...)

I'm being chased through a country estate by persons unknown, and come to an impossible drop off a balcony. Down and a way away is a large, flat roofed garden shed. I jump and effortlessly land on the shed roof, roll, and continue running. Just like you should do.

Then I notice, cleverly escaping, I seem to have done a full circle. I'm at the same balcony. I jump again, like the cool free-runner that I am. And land...spine first on the edge of the roof. Ow.

And then I wake up.

Bad, bad Burger King

I dreamed I had to go to the bathroom and I entered a concrete block building which resembled the public bathroom in the city park of 40 years ago. In the dream bathroom, there was a huge hole in the concrete floor (3rd world potty) and it was terribly dirty and too large to straddle, so I left the concrete building to look for a clean useable bathroom.

There appeared a very deep hole at the outside of the building and it was full of one-half people, cut off at the waist, all looking up out of the hole.

I looked up from the hole to see the Burger King King approaching me, but I knew he was really the nasty CC that I have to deal with twice a month. So I took off my sweat pants and put them around his neck and crossed the legs and strangled him right to death. Then I took him and threw him in the deep hole with all of the other one-half people.

After that, I woke up.

Roses - Probably a Symbolic Dream

Just before I woke up, I dreamt that I was in my father's garden in South Africa. I was nurturing a magnificent rosebush that had exceeded all expectations and grew over 6 foot tall from just a tiny sprig. Instead of being in the ground, it was in a pot. I pulled out the rose bush and looked at the root, which hadn't grown really deep, but then, it wouldn't in a pot. I put the bush back in the pot and marvelled at the dazzling pink flowers. Beautiful! Next to this rosebush was another rose bush - a creeper, that was growing along the fence under the weeping willow tree. It was dying - the flowers were blackish and the branches all looked withered and old. The rose bush had been there a long time, but you could see it wasn't going to make another winter. I did feel sad about the old creeper rose, but I also felt really happy about the rose bush I had been growing that had done so well, and seeing the blooms on my rose bush, I knew that even though the old rose bush was on the way out, this new rose bush would still flower and bring beauty to the garden. As I was leaving the garden I caught sight of another creeper rose, this time pinkish-orange, in the rockery. It was a cabbage rose bush.I was amazed because this rose bush had not bloomed in many years and now, spontaneously, all these buds and blooms appeared. It made me happy to see and I felt really pleased that this rose bush was also looking healthy and happy and would be a beautiful fixture in the garden, even though mine was in a pot.

Walkin and talkin

i'm living in a mountain town..one of those quirky , bohemian , artsy towns ..

And Zee comes a callin!

We take a trolley ( trolley? what the fuck ?)to the main part of town ,the town is having a sort of art fair ..we look around , and talk..

and then we walk back to my house, and he goes home.

There's lots of conversation throughout this dream..it really was nice..
I feel like I've been on a date with mister zee..


* the only really strange part of the dream is I have on a skirt, and I'm worried through the whole date that he'll notice I didnt shave my legs..and I look at my legs and they're freaking sasquatch hairy!!..he never says anything about them though ..such a gentleman!*

Dead People Influencing My Dream?

My dead mother's presence has been hanging around me the past few days. Last night I said that if she has any message for me, she should arrange that I get the message passed across to me in a dream so that I have no doubt whatsoever she is trying to get across to me.

Last night I dreamt that I died of a heart attack at the age of 40.

Mobuto

I had the oddest dream last night. I was at my mum's, weeding the garden, when the ex Zairean president Mobuto appeared. I killed him, and buried him in hole I had to dig in a bank of earth which separates the house from the road.

It was all far too real, and even when I woke at 4 a.m I was still rather worried that I may have killed someone.

recurring dream

Okay ..back story
When i was little we lived in an old house out in the middle of nowhere. It was surrounded by acres of fields and there was a huge iron gate at the bottom of a mile long drive way
It was a 3 story stone house ( those sandstone blocks ? i have no idea what it was made from) ..It had a huge ornate staircase in the front entrance and a small narrow staircase in the back.
it had a balcony with a stained glass window in the door...so all in all it was a grand beautiful house..( reported to be haunted thats why we could afford to live there.)
when i was 7 I had a dream I was out on the balcony and I saw something waay out in the field..
It was some gorilla /sasquatch looking thing ( blondish haired though )..just standing there staring at the house
in my dream I'm running through the house trying to tell my family, and no one listens or pays attention.
And everytime I run to a window to check on it..its just a wee bit closer ..just standing there looking.
I'm still having that dream..at least once or twice a year..
So far the monster hasn't made it to the house.

30/10/06 Dream

I'm in a bar with H and her ex-hubby. It's one of those Old Orleans places with dark wood and expensive bar prices and lots of floorspace and not many people. I don't remember what we talked about or even if everyone was happy or sad. I just remember waking up and thinking "oooooooooooo".

I'm not sure what the dream meant but it must have been due to a) goading H on someone's blog the day before and b) visiting an Old Orleans on Sunday.

Literal dream. That's more like it.

Bison?

I'm walking along in a city with Tuffy P. We come upon a fenced off area, with split rail fence and pastureland inside. A lone bison is standing there, about 30 feet away. Tuffy walks ahead of me for some reason and the bison looks at me and charges, leaping the fence, and starts chasing me around cars and poles and other obstacles. It becomes obvious that the bison means me no harm, that this is a game. We make friends. Tuffy walks over and the bison is lying on the ground beside me and I'm scratching its neck. The bison speaks to me telepathically in a cartoon voice, and tells me he is bored to tears, he doesn't have a companion, and he misses Pierre Elliot Trudeau. I wake up.

I See Blog People

Last night's dream progressed as follows:

I had arrived at my Dad's house in South Africa on a visit to find that two blog pals - *(asterisk) and Red were already there waiting for me. This was bizarre and I said as much to them because they are Blog People. We don't know each other beyond what we read on blogger. ANYway... they said that they had come to help me out while I was visiting my dad because they thought it would be tough for me.

I decided to show them round. I took them to my dad's vegetable patch, which in reality is fenced in, but where the patch was, I saw a field filled with black and white two-tone lambs. I turned to them and said, "This isn't right. The fence is gone. This is a dream, isn't it?"

I looked back at the field and one lamb had been killed - neck ripped out - by a wild dog.

I told them we'd best go let my dad know that one of his lambs is dead.

We went indoors and the kitchen was massive. *(asterisk) asked for a cup of tea, and I told him he was more than welcome to help himself since that's the policy if we like our guests - they get get a free pass to the fridge. Red wandered into the pantry and said there was nothing there. I followed her and it was empty.

Just then my dad appeared at the kitchen door and I gave him a great big hug. I forgot all about the lamb and the empty pantry. Then I woke up.

work-related grudge dream

after months and months and months of not remembering my dreams, the first dream i remember is work-related and completely dumb. but there you go, that's what it's like being a neurotic workaholic.

months (MONTHS!) ago i did a cute little animated postcard, which was nixed by the senior directors of my company for being too provocative. in my dream, one of the senior directors find a very very similar postcard online, and comes to tell me about how some idiot organization out there is using the concept that we so cleverly avoided. it turns out the idiot organization is just another branch of our ngo, and that the postcard is very successful. i smile to myself and feel a warm glow of satisfaction.

dumb, dumb, dumb.