This is the first blog of dreams captured and shared by friends and strangers. This blog is created so that we can catalog our nightly and day dreams. Maybe we will find out that we all share a collection of dreams. In Australian Aboriginal mythology, the concept of dreamtime is referring to stories handed down from generation to generation. It is the living story of the past, present and future. We all have stories to tell and share. Dreamtime is directly related to the consciousness and when we sleep/dream, we are directly linked to that pipeline.
The Aborigines called this potency the "Dreaming" of a place, and this Dreaming constitutes the sacredness of the earth. Only in extraordinary states of consciousness can one be aware of, or attuned to, the inner dreaming of the Earth.
"Dreaming" is also often used to refer to an individual's or group's set of beliefs or spirituality. For instance, an Indigenous Australian might say that they have Kangaroo Dreaming, or Shark Dreaming, or Honey Ant Dreaming, or any combination of Dreamings pertinent to their "country". However, many Indigenous Australians also refer to the creation time as "The Dreaming". The Dreamtime laid down the patterns of life for the Aboriginal people.(http://www.crystalinks.com/dreamtime.html)
So, my friends, are we living in one dream? Are we a nation, a collection of dreams and stories to be shared? Let's find out.
Life is but a dream, merrily, merrily we roll along.
Dreambook: Guide to the Underworld
- Lisa
- The online dreambook project started in early 2010 is the collaborative efforts of Lisa Choi and her friends. This is an organic effort to share the dream collection. Please do not analyze someone's dream but rather take a dip into the subconscious and share your dream. Merrily, merrily we roll along, life is but a dream...
Have you ever died in one of your dreams? I first heard of the concept in the 1984 movie Dreamscape. If I recall correctly, in the movie it was said that if you died in your dream you died in real life. I later heard the concept again on a rerun of Star Trek when Chekhov was gunned down by Doc Holiday just before a reinactment of the OK Corral gunfight.
ReplyDeleteOn January 1st 1988 at 12:01 a.m. it happened to me. In the dream I was in a car accident. We drove off the road into a river. When I tried to get out of the car my foot became wrapped around the seatbelt and the last thing I remember was trying to take a breath, but water was running into my mouth. Looking back at this dream over the years. I see how maybe you don't literally die, but maybe a part of you does. This was also the day I left my friends and family to go to school in Seville, Spain. It was the first time I had been on an airplane (coming back from Honolulu as a 1 month old doesn't count) and the old me was never to be seen again. The trip changed my life forever. So I repeat the question....Have you ever died in your dreams?
Seems if you are in bed long enough, you might get lucky and have a sequel to a previous dream you had the same night. At least this is what happened last night. My first dream (that I can still remember) started in one of my old college towns. I had just finished lunch with my girlfriend (who I had never met before this dream) and her family. As I was leaving her apartment, I ran into ZOMBIES and lots of tennis shoes. Putting two and two together it appeared to me at the time that either the tennis shoes belonged to these ZOMBIES (since they were not wearing any) or to the victims of these ZOMBIES. I spent the rest of the dream running away from them. I didn't actually know any of these formally living, so there wasn't any remoarse for how I had to stop them. They are pretty slow so you might ask why was I running. It wasn't that I needed to get away from a particular ZOMBIE, it was just that there were lots of them.
ReplyDeleteNow comes the funny part. After a brief intermission (I woke up to check the time for some reason), I was back in the dream (with a little twist). The dream was in the same town, but this were very different at first. I was walking around with no Zombies. I was talking to my fellow townies. Enjoying the sun and life. Then I turned the dreeded corner and saw tennis shoes everywhere...and then I saw the ZOMBIES again. This time I was not able to move very fast. Do you now why? You guested it. I was one of them....I woke up!
To Don's question, I have never died in a dream. I have been seconds away from death in many dreams.
ReplyDeleteLast week, I dreamed of walking down an alley in Pioneer Square, where I stumbled into a dispute between two men. It may have been a robbery. One man had pulled a gun on the other and I surprised both of them. The man with the gun turned and shot me in the chest. I didn't die right away. I was flat on my back as he walked over and pointed the gun at my face.
As he was about to pull the trigger, I thought "Jesus, I'm not ready."
The moment the gun fired, I woke up.
I suppose that could mean Jesus agreed.
Have you ever heard someone say that they shouldn't have eaten something(I mean something legal in all 50 states) the night before, because it really gave them a weird dream. Apparently, the opposite is true. I didn't eat an avocado last night, but they were in a salad that was on the dining room table while I was eating dinner...I really wanted some, but being on this diet and not having measured them (for weight) meant I couldn't eat them. I guess I should have measured them. From what I remember, avocado were very important to those of us in the dream.....
ReplyDeleteDo you believe in Deja Vu? Ever have that feeling that real life is happening like one of your dreams? Do you try to change the outcome?
ReplyDeleteThis comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeleteThe other night I had a dream about a friend who owned a business. Due to the high cost of running his business ( I can't remember what the business was), he had to sell the business which included a building. He then was able to work for the company that bought his business and still he was able to continue the work he was doing (whatever it was). I didn't think I had been watch or reading to much about our economy to have it be the subject of a dream.. I must have been something I ate. :)
ReplyDeleteI had a dream a few nights ago about shopping in the world's ritziest Value Village. The items for sale weren't anything special, just the store itself. The used t-shirts were hung on fine wooden coat hangers. The dog-eared paperbacks sat on beautiful oak bookshelves. The lighting in the entire store was soft and glowing. I have no clue where this dream came from or what it meant, unless it was somehow symbolic.
ReplyDeleteWhat measures would you go to to get something you really wanted? Would you try dream high jacking? I think I have a case of just that. You decide. :)
ReplyDeleteA couple of weeks ago, out of the blue, I was engaged in a discussion about the emergent need to replace the siding on our house. Both sides of the issue were examined, but nothing was agreed to. The next week, on my drive home, I noticed a house in our general neighborhood having its siding replaced. It made me laugh that this was happening so close to us. I thought for sure that this was the basis of the original discussion, but I was assured it was not.
Here is where it gets good. Last night in my dream, the siding on our house was being replaced. Backtracking through the previously mentioned points, I can only make one conclusions.
My wife is high jacking my dreams to get what she wants. She was in the dream, so I can't rule it out.
had a snippet of a dream last nite where i kept telling a 30something woman "i worship your surplus" while my right forearm was burning. i didn't feel the pain, didn't smell my flesh on fire. she ignored the fire or didn't sense it i couldn't tell. she seemed to listen, but i only kept saying the 1 thing. it was at a house in the U-District.
ReplyDeleteI have been able to remember many dreams recently. I must have been going to deep and coming back to fast to make to many stick. The was one recently that did leave somewhat of a lasting impression. It revolved around me and I was involved in video piracy. Seems I was copying movies and two Russian Mafia types were following me around town. To protect myself, I would carry a very large Kendo Stick. I would always hide it outside my 1960's L.A. Style motel room whenever I would sneek home. Not sure why I left it outside, but I did.
ReplyDeletei tried to post a Beatles dream i had the other nite, but my description was too long/wordy. so anyway, i dreamt i was interviewing the Beatles on their Feb 1964 transatlantic flight from Heathrow Airport, London to JFK Airport, New York and that i managed to piss off all 4 Beatles with my daff statements/naive questions. i dreamt this in black and white, which i never do.
ReplyDeleteThis one was over the weekend, but it was probably one of my top 5 dreams of all time. I was running through this resort type hotel area when who did I see...that's right Dr. Who. The David Tennant version. No offend to Christopher Eccleston or Matt Smith (both who add their who talents to the part), but David is the Doctor to me (played it for longer). He asked me to help him catch someone or something, so quite sure a bit foggy I must say. I think I even ran into Rose Tyler (Billie Piper) along the way. As I was racing down a staircase (leaping from one level to the next), I felt I had become the man himself. It was quite a rush. Never did find what I was suppose to and woke up. Definitely a candidate for a sequel...Please!
ReplyDelete