Like a bad movie, recurring dreams have a life of their own. My personal experience with recurring dreams have always involved going back to the scene of the dream. I figured it was my subconscious trying to send me messages to wake up and get with the program. Subliminal S.O.S. messages sent to me via dream pipeline. I dream in puns. Puns and recurring dreams. My subsciousness has a wicked sense of humor, like being stuck in a Piers Anthony book. You never know what to expect.
Dream on. Dream on. Dream on.
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...
Arthur said...
ReplyDeleteI had a Jetsons/flying car/floating restaurant dream last nite. Well, more like a snippet. The Space Needle was not resting on the ground, it was floating a 1,000 feet in the air. I think anti-gravity is coming. Practical anti-gravity. It will transform our existence...
February 25, 2010 8:01 PM
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ReplyDeleteDr. Wes Browning said...
ReplyDeleteI had a recurring dream that began mid-1966 and then transformed late-1981. The first dream began with me in my high school. As I leave an earthquake happens and it collapses behind me, killing everyone else. From then on, through 17 years of dreams, occurring two to three times a week, I move through a post-apocalyptic death-filled landscape, looking for home and never finding it. My feelings are generally blunted. That is, things that would horrify me in real life get no reaction from me in the dream. In the 70s a pursuer was sometimes added, who might strangle me until I woke up in fear. But there would be no panic in the dream.
In late-1983 I was having a typical such dream, where I was walking down a long corridor strewn with debris. I heard some bells making music, that didn't make a sound, and out from behind me on my left came a naked dancing woman. She danced in front of me, doing 360 turns in which her head remained facing me. She never blinked and smiled the whole time. Eventually she danced out an exit that had not existed before she appeared and I followed her.
After that the dreams continued for a while, but they became dynamic and a story emerged. I first learned that the wasteland I'd been wandering was circular. A voice informed me that I'd been traveling in circles, and I could choose to spiral in or out of the wasteland. Then I was told I HAD to choose to move inward or outward, and that either would mean death. Inward was death by heat, outward was death by cold. I choose to die by heat just as I was waking up from such a dream. I went to the U of W cafeteria to have my morning coffee.
I should mention I was homeless at the time, and starving, and isolated, so very stressed. As I took my first sip the dream continued on as a waking dream, and I was led to a scene where I was gazing upon an ashen plain, like the cauldron of a huge dormant volcano. At the center of the scene a violet bursts through the ashes, grows before my eyes and then becomes a tree, which dies. I take it to be the tree of life, and the scene to be that of the Garden of Eden at the end of time. A voice says that it is the place where all space begins and all time begins and ends. As soon as that's said, two streams of blood appear from the far right and far left and approach the tree, spiraling and intertwining around it, meet together at the base and flow up the tree and out one branch and begin to drip from the branch, turning to gold as they drip.
The drips solidify and form solid shapes hanging from the branch which change rapidly and spin. Finally they turn into a star, and the voice tells me the star is mine by right, and I can claim it when all of me can claim it.
Following that vision, I continued to have dreams of wandering, but I was no longer always in a wasteland with death all around, and I had feelings in the new dreams. In fact some of them were nightmares, and I celebrated the fact that I was again having nightmares after over 17 years of not.
February 26, 2010 11:58 AM
Dream Master said...
ReplyDeleteI had a recurring dream last night. Actually it was recurring in that the scene and location were the same. Different plot. This time, I am escaping the haunted house with my daughter. I am trying to convince her that this haunted house is the lack of spirit of my current work place. We both need to escape it because my soul was in danger of being empty. We did manage to escape to only get ourselves lost in the cemetary. The cemetary is an ominous, evil place. Emotional vampires lurk everywhere and pretend to be your friend. I'm trying to remember where I left my car. I wake up feeling exhausted because my daughter and I were running....
March 8, 2010 10:31 PM