I am a bad sleeper, a sleep apnea sufferer. I awake many times in the night often after extremely vivid dreams. The other night brought a strange one.
I dreamt I was attending my own funeral. I was in some sort of auditorium rather than a church and was sitting at the back. I was annoyed that I couldn’t get a better seat. The auditorium was full, but everyone I could see that was there was a stranger ….
Interpretations please, and, if not, what strange dreams have you had lately or in the past?
* Probably it’s a fear of death! I know some find people talking about their own dreams to be tedious, but Unfold it to be a fascinating subject.
Bartleby says
No idea Dai, but I just woke from a dream where a white suited 1974 Eric Clapton was underlining swear words in magazines in WH Smith in front of a very small throng. He was fairly cross about it too, I can tell you. Most peculiar.
Moose the Mooche says
Well 1974 is around the time that Cliff made his infamous “Must we fling this filth at our pop kids?” statement about the rudie words in the NME.
Your mind’s gone from Cliff to God. As it does.
Bartleby says
Yes, it did seem rather odd that God was so vexed, I must say. I left him to it and hurried off in search of more madness elsewhere.
Twang says
You’re worried about something you haven’t resolved yet, probably something which hasn’t even reached “worried ” status yet. Worried about worrying about something maybe.
dai says
Ah maybe. Thanks
Gatz says
I dreamt that I found a pair of jeans and some socks under the bed which I had missed when I did a colours wash yesterday evening, though they wouldn’t have fitted into the machine even if I had found them. As anxiety dreams go it was pretty low key.
Tiggerlion says
Wow! You fill the washing machine to such a degree you can’t squeeze in an errant pair of socks!! I give my washing room to tumble, then I watch it much like Kate Bush did….
Gatz says
Well, not with the jeans too. I’ve learnt my lesson from overfilling whites washes and having to redo them because they’ve come out with nasty grey/brown streaks on them. My washing has room to gambol and dance, leaving the machine fresh as a pixie’s kiss.
Lemonhope says
Anxiety, worry, stress. Usually the things that dreams are made of. I have lots of dreams where I’m frustrated – as you were over your poor seating. And quite a few ‘sexy’ dreams that never quite, er, conclude? – very frustrating at the time, but just as well in retrospect.
I am happy that I dream though, as I know it’s me noggin sorting shiz out for me, leaving me free to go about my daily business unencumbered.
Twang says
I have periods of stress where irrelevant crap whizzes round in my head till I have to wake up and read our something, or even write it down. Usually trivial rubbish in the morning.
dai says
I used to have nightmares set in the house I grew up in. I always knew in the dream that if I wanted to wake up I just needed to leave the house through the back door.
Locust says
The most recent dream I had that made me laugh out loud when I woke up was one where the apocalypse was coming – we had five days left before it would be over for good, and all I worried about was which books I should read in that time; which new novels and which old favourites to read again. And that’s probably exactly how I’d react in real life as well…
Stephen G says
I dreamed that the entirety of existence was the dream of a monkey.
Then the monkey woke up.
Thankfully so did I, one second later.
Black Celebration says
Bloody hell, that’s deep!
Black Celebration says
Hang on – I’m being an ignoramus aren’t I? Is it a reference to Proust or something…?
Moose the Mooche says
Dreams be wilin’ when a brotha be suckin on a biscuit.
Stephen G says
No Proust (or madeleines) were involved in this dream
Moose the Mooche says
This thread is basically outtakes from Lumpy Gravy.
Black Celebration says
Real conversation yesterday – my daughter’s friends (teenagers)
“I really cried when One Direction split up”
“Why? You hate them!”
“I KNOW!”
bricameron says
Lucid dreaming has got to be the biggest mind blower of all time.
I’m asleep. I’m dreaming. And I know it!
Moose the Mooche says
Goes to show postmodernism is only natural.
Rob C says
That’s actually Astral Travelling. ‘You’ are on a different plane of existence, a non physical one. Completely legitimate experience as ‘you’ are not limited by material ‘reality’.
Mike_H says
Cheese dreams.
A few days ago I finished reading a pretty good crime novel involving a couple of murders and a lot of computer hacking, sneaking around empty office buildings and general skulduggery. A couple of nights after that, I watched a pretty stupid, very violent and gory late night schlock-horror movie on TV and then retired to my pit. It was an overly warm night and I had trouble getting to sleep at first.
I had an unusually vivid (for me) dream about being a spy or something similar and as my accomplice and I were sneaking through some dark and dank labyrinth, my compadre was suddenly stabbed through the neck with a stiletto by an unseen person, right in front of me and then he instantly vanished.
Can’t remember what happened after that.
JustB says
I don’t remember my dreams all that often, but I have found that since giving up management, I’m far less aware of having “shit I’ve got an exam and I haven’t revised” dreams.
The dreams I’m most conscious of remembering are like that, or they’re weird “I’m starting sixth form again, but at my current age” ones. And the whole way through I’m like “Hey – I got these grades already: if I do the exams again and do worse my old grades will be overwritten! Argh!”, which clearly is never how it’s ever worked, but says plenty about my fear of failure.
As I say, they seem to have stopped in the last couple of months since I stopped having a “career” career. I’ve had a lot of therapy over the last couple of years, but even if I hadn’t, it wouldn’t take a genius to realise that my teenage years left me with a massive terror of letting myself down, messing up, failing. And now I’ve voluntarily “failed”, it turns out that it’s not so scary.
Stephen G says
I get ones likes these too. Maths exam today but I haven’t done any revision in the last
30 years.
JustB says
Apparently my mum gets these a lot too. Bearing in mind that a lot of my MUST ACHIEVE! MUST ACHIEVE! ethic comes from my parents, I think we can all happily agree with Larkin:
Man hands on misery to man,
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can
And don’t have any kids yourself.
đ
Stephen G says
Larkin – what an old miseryguts he was! đ
JustB says
Laughing Phil. Bless him.
Gary says
Most of my dreams involve Moose The Mooche, Minibreakfast, a shaved donkey and a bathful of jelly.
Moose the Mooche says
That wasn’t a dream and you know it, honeybuns.
MC Escher says
You shave the donkey? That’s just wrong. I think you know that, deep down.
Gary says
http://i1070.photobucket.com/albums/u495/StingOno/Donkey-Shaved_zpsrrjh3fjc.jpg