Posts Tagged ‘Dreams’

12
May

In My Head

   Posted by: Dawn    in Odd, Random Thoughts, Updates

… What is “A place you don’t want to find yourself at night, Alex?”….

 

Here’s what I remember…

  • Scraggly, old, skinny, sunburned monk leading me through
  • A shadow-filled Gothic cathedral lit by tea-light 20’s spotlights and candles with mazes of side corridors and staircases lit by torches
  • A baptismal font being used as a water fountain and waterfall for  a potted plant that was pampered because it had “consciousness”
  • A stage within the cathedral adorned and built as though it were renovated to be used as a performance hall or vaudeville stage
  • Balconies full of eager performers all dressed more or less from the 20s and 30s. (This is where it all turned very strangely Noir-ish)
  • Two exaggerated caricature hosts/judges of an audition for a musical performance TV show or movie. They were picking audience members at random (Let’s Make A Deal style) to perform complex choreography and musical numbers on the spot, without preparation (causing quite a bit of anxiety).  Failures were met with Hulk sized bodyguards ushering them to the stage where they were beaten and tortured for the audience’s pleasure (and there were plenty of cheers and applause)
  • An abusive “agent/boyfriend” of one performer in a Sam Spade hat and trench coat, and a seer sucker suit smoking and spinning a gun
  • A performer in a red and black sequined costume with short black bobbed hair who was threatened by the boyfriend to be perfect when she was selected by the hosts to sing a solo
  • A surreal moment of realization that the female performer couldn’t sing “the Cell Block Tango” because I hadn’t submitted permissions requests to use it in a dream sequence, and I hadn’t checked my budget for the dream to estimate copyright costs
  • A Tarantino-style murder of the Abusive agent/boyfriend by the female performer (who was singing one line from the Chicago tune over and over — “He had it comin’…” (that’s all she could sing before I would have to pay to use the song)
  • a Very graphic, bloody, and sound-rich pistol whipping of the boyfriend in the balcony by the female performer.  Blood splattered on the camera lens as it focused in on a shot of his wide brimmed hat splashed with blood
  • Applause sign blinking, with three letters partially burned out
  • All of this occurred as a musical with running music and every word sung Broadway style.

 

See what it’s like in my head when I’m asleep?  I usually have pretty lucid dreams, but this was just… bizarre.  I have a lot on my mind, so I’m not surprised that my dreams are becoming more and more …. odd.

I’m woefully behind on updates here, too.  I’ve been incredibly busy, and I have a number of things that I am aiming to post, and hopefully I’ll get to them this week, or this weekend.  If not, I’ll just pick up as usual and go from there. 

Here’s to hoping I can carve out some time! :)

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11
Jul

Friday Five: Midsummer Night’s Dream

   Posted by: Dawn Papuga    in Things of Interest

Recently @DjLunchbox of The Wrestling Mayhem Show and Thoughtful Nature of Man mentioned that he was interested in doing a weekly blog post once a week answering random questions. Back before MEME was an anachronism people recognized, we young bloggers were having fun answering the mysterious weekly Friday 5Turns out they’re still around and kickin’!  So without further hem-hawing (Oh, I’m going to be using that for a while… Thanks Dr. B…):

 

Friday 5: Midsummer Night’s Dreams

 

1. What are some recurring dreams you’ve had?

I have a few recurring dreams, but the one that has a nasty habit of rearing its ugly head starts off with me on a beach with childhood friends.  Usually it’s a mediocre beach (the kind with yellow, shelly sand and a long stretch of beach behind between me and the “hotel” while I’m sitting on the waterline), and usually the hotel/resort behind me is mostly made of glass with plenty of palm trees everywhere and an unusual amount of sun shining on it.  Without fail I always notice the sky and water turn dark and foreboding and when the waves starts to pull back from the shore and curl up into a massive, pitch black, sky scraper sized tidal wave I turn to warn my friends, but they’ve already run off.  In the past I’ve tried to run too, but I can never get away and that ominous, massive wave crushes down on me, smothering me, and beating my body against the rocks.  Every bone in my body is broken and I watch myself drown and then slowly, with the rhythm of the waves, get pulled further into the ocean and eventually into the Abyss.

2.  What is the significance of dreams in telling you about yourself?

I think it depends, but recurring dreams (like the one above) can be warnings from my subconscious about things I’d rather not think about or admit to myself about myself.  In my most recent version of that dream it was a Caribbean island I was on, and when the darkness and tidal wave came, I didn’t even bother running.  I just sat there and waited for it to overwhelm me.  Even the smallest changes can alert you to alterations in thought and how you’re handling things.

3.  How do you feel after you’ve had one of THOSE dreams?

It depends on what is meant by “THOSE” dreams, really.  I’m assuming we’re still talking about the recurring dreams, and after I have one of those I always have a bit of an anxiety episode.  Ultimately it leads to me reevaluating the circumstances and people in my life, and 9 times out of 10, I realize what is really going on, or what is likely to happen soon.  Even though they rattle my cage a bit, they end up being helpful in the long run.

4.  What was the last dream you remember?

I was lying in an open field of high grass with a dark forest creating the border of the field.  I was staring up at the clouds, and I remember feeling the grass itch my skin and me watching a dragon fly who came to see what it was I was doing just laying in the grass.  There was an overwhelming sense of peacefulness and calm.  And then, suddenly, the dragon fly buzzed off and I could feel the air change.  Before I felt the ground trembling I knew that men on horses were coming, and that I was in serious danger.  I rolled over and saw the stampede of men with a banner and medieval weapons raised pounding across the field from the far border right toward me.  I had nowhere to run and the grass wasn’t going to protect me, so I stood up.  The circled around me and closed in. I didn’t understand the language they were speaking, but I knew I was going to either be taken prisoner or killed.  I woke up when I was knocked to the ground.

5.  When did you last dream about something that later happened as you dreamt it?

That would be last week. It happens quite a lot, especially when it comes to people appearing in my dreams and then making cameo appearances in my life.  If I’m really stressing over a problem for a while, it’s not uncommon for me to dream about the outcome and it happen almost exactly as I dreamed it.  Every once in a while I dream about a particular woman who always “gives” me numbers in some way, and those numbers usually hit that day.

 

If you want to join in on the Friday 5 fun (You know you do… I think you should.  You really, really should….), simply copy the above questions or go to the Friday 5 site and answer them on your own blog.  If you do, let me know so I can post a link to your answers too (I’m thinking of fun stuff like little icons of anyone else who wants to jump in that links to your particular post).  If you would like to see @DjLunchbox, myself, and anyone else who decides to jump in feet first here answer a set of Friday 5 questions that you create because they’re burning in your mind, email one of us the questions and we’ll get right on it! 

 

Have fun! 

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Let’s just get one thing clear.  I don’t claim to be some world class psychic (”Call me now for yer free readin’!”), but sometimes things that happen to me poke at that uneasy, subconscious feeling of connectivity to the universe and other people in ways that trouble me.  Some people call it coincidence or intuition.  I don’t think it’s that easily dismissed.  Or, at least, I don’t think what I’ve been experiencing over the past few days has been coincidence.  I don’t believe in “Coincidence,” and I haven’t for a long time.  This post is just a glimpse as to why. There are a lot of things going on with me and people I love in my life, and I don’t know if any of those things will warrant a future post here or not, but there are lots of things pressing on me from different directions.  I’m still trying to find words for most of them.  These latest bouts of connectivity aren’t helping much, either, and they seem to happen the most when I’m emotionally taxed.

Over the past few days I’ve been having random encounters with items reappearing after I’ve gotten rid of them or put them away, specific songs popping up in places they have no business doing so, completely random memories popping into my head, or vivid dreams that are so emotionally jarring they wake you up and your radio starts blaring a song tied to the individual/s in said dream all on its own, even though the alarm isn’t set to go off for another 4 hours.  And each of these things have been followed by the person/people connected with those thoughts contacting me for various reasons (usually within 24 hours).   Unfortunately, most of those re-connections aren’t for positive reasons, and somehow I know that before I answer the phone or open my email. 

In the past three days this phenomenon has worsened.  Just a few examples:

  • Yesterday, while attempting to find homes for the boxes of books still sitting homeless in my office, I dropped an old book I’ve had since high school only to have a picture fall out.  When I saw the picture I smiled, but quickly felt a distinct sense of panic and worry that I couldn’t explain.  The friend in that picture called me last night, and we hadn’t talked for nearly 6 months.  The news she shared with me was a sequence of tragedies that even I can’t comprehend.
  • Monday, something someone said to me sparked a series of memories from college that I didn’t know I even still remembered featuring a specific close friend.  That led to the same uneasy feeling even though the memories were full of laughter.  Later that night, another college friend called to tell me some very bad news about that friend of mine.
  • And twice in the past two days I have had emotionally draining lucid dreams about two separate individuals that are very dear to my heart.  Usually I wouldn’t put too much weight on that, but I’ve come to find out that both of these individuals had dreams frighteningly similar to mine.  I contacted the first because the dream was full of bad vibes and him struggling to breathe.  He not only dreamed of me too, but, it turns out, recently lost his job, his fiance, and is in bad shape all around.  
  • The other individual actually contacted me and relayed a dream he had last night that was almost identical to one I had that woke me up and was followed by my radio turning on of its own accord to play a song that has always reminded me of him.  What jarred me the most was that at 3 AM when this happened, I had a feeling I wasn’t the only one experiencing that.

 

I can’t explain these things.  I’ve really stopped trying.  They are what they are.

I do know, though, that the universe needs to either drop some serious psychic mojo on me so I can make a living out of this, or back off.  Either provide me with a psychic hot-line where I can wear obnoxious clothes and affect a silly accent, or stop these kinds of connections with others.  I wouldn’t mind if these instances were positive experiences, but they haven’t been.  Not really.  Not so much.  Maybe Blake’s Pebble knew something I don’t about not being empathetic.   Why can’t I get an overwhelmingly happy feeling and that person win the Powerball?  Is there a setting dial somewhere for these kinds of things?  And, for that matter, if the universe is going to dole out psychic gifts haphazardly, I think I deserve the ability to pick Powerball numbers. 

I’m just sayin’.

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