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Awhile ago I had a dream where I was at a mall, and I saw Scorsese. I got all excited and went up to him to introduce myself, but for some reason all I could say is your film _____ is one of my favorites. The biggest problem was I kept naming films that he didn’t direct. So I’m standing their humiliating myself and a little voice is saying stop it he didn’t direct that either but I keep going. Finally he gives me a very weird look and walks away.
Dang, Drew. That sucks. I feel like I’ve dreamt something like that before, or someone I admired very much completely just walking away from me as I called out to him or her. I guess sometimes we make fools of ourselves in dreams. Don’t know why…
Savvy
Look back a month ago on this thread and I posted another dream where Scorsese ignored me. It seems I either die (heroically usually) in my dreams or am humiliated. Hmmm
Better to die than be humiliated, I always say!
Haha. No. That does tend to be problematic. That reminds me of another dream I had about two weeks ago.
I apperently had a heart condition. A doctor told me that I was going to die, although I assumed that it would be about ten years from when he told me, not merely 237 days. It was, right then, the 237th day since he had told me, and it was my time to die; I did not want to die, though. In fact, it seemed as though it was a lot of peoples’ times to die. I invited many, many people to my “death ceremony,” as did everyone else. It was almost like a festival, with people gathered around to watch everything happen. A radio DJ would play the last song you’d hear in your life as you perished; surprisingly, thoug, it was not that myself and the others were dying from conditions, but rather that we were killing ourselves. One guy before me jumped off a building (we were all up on top of some kind of building), and he swung down to the ground, and his face smashed against the concrete. He was dead. My time was approaching, and I began to fear for my life; first, I chose a song I wanted to hear, but the DJ got it wrong, ad so he was playing the wrong song. I don’t remember if he ever got it fixed, but I know that I began to weep. I was so intensely terrified of death, and I began to pray to God to save me; it seemed as though I was also having some kind of faith crisis, because I was just hoping and praying for heaven to exist. I did not want to be completely unconscious. I did not want to not exist. I loved life, but I was about to walk off a building and hang myself. The dream then seemed to climax with the liast moment, in which (I think) I stepped up to the noose, and then I woke up, terrified as hell.
Savvy
My last dream was very cinematic and was filled with close ups and jump cuts and even inserts, on hands manly.
this is that:
It starts with a boy running down a hall, like that of a castle, he’s running from starvation and his nails are long and pointed, like talons, he’s running to an old man who’s sleeping in his study, it’s foggy outside, and the boy caresses the mans body and then to his hands which snap and grab the boys talons. The old man whispers something very dark and mysterious and then theres a cut and the dream moved to a bright yard with a little girl in red running around. It gets kinda blurry and next thing I remeber is she’s talking to this very beautiful queen, who’s slick and thin like Audrey Hepburn and dressed in a beautiful thin glowing white dress, and the girl in red tells the queen that theres something coming, the queen tells her to scare it off for her and the girl agrees and runs off to a little sunk-in river and into a boat and moves to the other side of the bank then she jumps onto the land to ward whatever it is off. Whatever it is turns out to be a vast blackness that is making a slow discent down the hill to the castle. The girl stands infront of it and tells it to go but it just yells at her, like a lion, and pushes her aside. The dream actually cuts to her running back to the Queen and her man, who isn’t the King, he’s dressed in an old fasioned brown suit with tails and a monocule. The Girl points to the blackness, which screams at the group, now the queen is nervous and picks up the little girl and starts running. As the girl asks if they’re going to be okay there is a beautiful wide lens(best way to explain it) extreme close up of her little hand bobbing up and down, the Queens answer to her question is she dosn’t know. Finally they get to the edge of the court yard where the queen and her man prepare for a stand off, they have magic powers of some sort. The man stands tall against the blackness he starts to glow like a becon, the queen tells the girl to follow in her steps and grow to be a wonderful person, the man is ingulfed, he’s not 1/4 as powerful as the queen. The queen stands tall and then screams as the whole of the dream goes white, and then I woke up.
It was probobly the greatest dream I’ve ever had.
Alright…
So, I saw these Noé shorts that were made for cannes in 2005. Here
So, it’s understandable if I then dream about Eva Herzigova, right? It wasn’t a sex dream. I want to make that clear. It was a few nights ago, so, my minds fuzzy on details, but I’ll try my best to remember this stuff. I remember walking hand in hand in a school setting, but that everything was empty. That freaked me out. There’s always an empty, or abandoned building in my dreams, and it always freaks me out. I remember bland colours… whites and greys. Schools remind of prison, so the entire setting looked much more like a prison than a school, I guess (suppose I should have mentioned that earlier… it’s too late). I remember the dream having a very upbeat mood, but a dark edge… it was really weird… like in a horror film right before people die… you hear the violins, and the cutting gets faster, and more rhythmic, and then BAM! heads are literally rolling. Nothing really happened, though. We walked and talked about useless junk, she rested her head on my shoulder (which made me feel pretty good, for a second or two), but I had this eerie feeling almost throughout. I don’t know if I did a good job describing it because it has faded from my memory somewhat, but it really bothered me for a while after I woke up.
I don’t remember much, or I do but its too surrel and makes no sense. The good part though was when I was playing chess with Andrei Rublev, the dream was in black and white.
So it started out that I’m waiting in line with my family at a bakery. In front of me in line is Danielle (for non-StL!ers: the girl I was in love with in 4th and 5th grade) with her family. I say hi to her and explain everything that happened (see StL! page 67[?]). So after I talk to her for a little while I get into my parents’ car and I drive away (alone). I’m driving for a little while when I get a call that someone in my family is sick. Just then everything gets very dark and the (mind) camera starts swooping and shaking, and there are a lot of cars everywhere, so as a relatively inexperienced driver it becomes very hard. I’m still on the phone and I start crying saying I don’t know what do to because I won’t be able to make it to the hospital unless I drive recklessly. The person on the phone tells me its my choice but I will regret it for the rest of my life if I don’t make it there. I start speeding up and cutting off cars, but it is still dark and swoopy so I crash into 6 cars at once. I get out of my car and time is paused. In a panicked frenzy I drag all of the cars in the air and the ones of the road and place them back how they should be. I then get into my car and drive away, and after a few minutes time starts again. I get to the hospital and run inside but all of the nurses are being very indirect and confusing towards me. None of them are making sense and they won’t tell me where my family member is. I start screaming at one nurse and he starts laughing. Then I woke up.
“I get to the hospital and run inside but all of the nurses are being very indirect and confusing towards me. None of them are making sense and they won’t tell me where my family member is. I start screaming at one nurse and he starts laughing.”
This is a metaphor for STL!.
I never have good dreams. Some particularly awful ones: I accidentally shot my sister with an arrow and watched her die in my arms. The mob took my then-boyfriend, locked him in a car with them, and drove into a garage. As the door of the garage closed, I could see them taking out razor blades. Then all I could hear was his endless screaming.
Last night I dreamed that my family and I were flying somewhere on vacation. There was lightning and everything outside of the plane. I thought we had a safe landing – the plane landed on the runway okay – but it turned out that the whole front part of the plane had blown apart. And we couldn’t find my mom. Of course, since this was a dream, I was the only one that cared. I kept crying and asking my sister and dad to help me look for her, and they ignored me. Eventually she turned up, but it was pretty harrowing.
I had a dream that Alice Cooper was teaching me how to fish with a weedwacker and a PVC pipe.
No joke!
Ahhhh Dreams….the human subconscious…or another reality? Do ya’ll know what DMT is?
“Dimethyltryptamine” is the craziest hallucinogen known to man! It’s a fluid that’s produced by the Pineal gland, literally your “Third Eye”, your brain produces it every night when you sleep and it’s what causes Dreams. Sometimes people can’t remember their dreams (Lucky Mutherfuckers I’d gladly switch with you lucky bastards in a minute) but unfortunately for some people they remember ALL their dreams, now that would be AWESOME if I had sex dreams with Monica Bellucci but that’s not the case with me.
I constantly have these Prophetic End Of The World type dreams where everyone is dying, or under constant surveillance (cameras everywhere Big Brother watching) some 1984 type shit! It’s really disturbing because I believe the dreams are real and I wake up literally in tears thinking that my loved ones have died, that’s how powerful the mind is.
The oldest dream I could remember was being in a church where everyone was holding hands singing “Our Father Who Art In Heaven” in beautiful harmony….it made actual Angelic Beings (with white wings) fly up into the ceiling of the church. Suddenly I myself was flying over the city, soaring in the sky looking down at the Earth. Now I’m afraid of heights so while it felt good to fly I also got scared because I was elevating higher and higher into the atmosphere. So I started to think really blasphemous Satanic thoughts and I started to descend lower and lower back towards the ground. Very weird.In the end…I CHERISH the nights where I actually REST and SLEEP and wake up not remembering ANYTHING. I love those nights…
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Cross-posted from STL! because we love Drew:
Just woke up from a horrible kinda cinematic and complex nightmare.
I had a nightmare in which I was having a nightmare, switching between various states of consciousness. Sometimes I was aware that I was lying in my bed and even once got up and looked at my computer screen but did not read what was on it. Sometimes I was in my nightmare. Sometimes I was in the nightmare in my nightmare. And there were these random moments of horror. And in my nightmare in my nightmare, I realised that I was in a nightmare and accepted the moments of horror yet when I “woke up” (to my actual nightmare), these moments re-appeared leading my actual awakening to be one of uncertainty and terror.
Then in my nightmare I fell asleep and only woke up on 13 September. Which is essentially one of my greatest fears, to wake up and realise that many things having passed. That relationships have changed and stuff over the course of a period spent unconscious.
Really horrifying stuff.
I kind of blame Gould’s The Goldberg Variations as that was playing when I was asleep. That and over-fatigue.
I had an odd one last night… my sister just attended a wedding, so I had a dream where I was at her wedding. It was a very odd setting. It was a large chapel in the middle of a meadow. Just tall grass and flowers that are full of pollen, and just destroy me because I’m a pussy and have horrible allergies, and then in the middle of all that uninterrupted nature… it’s interrupted by a church. My unconscious mind dislikes the interference organized religion has had on mankind’s relationship with the world around him as much as my conscious mind does, apparently. So, I’m sitting at the top of the steps of this church looking out into this meadow, and the maid of honour comes running up behind me and stands next to me just looking out very nervous… suddenly I get extremely nervous. Then my sister, and her betrothed coming running up the stairs, and run into the church. The thing is my sister in the dream looks nothing like my sister in life, but I know it’s my sister. So, I’m running after them and I make it to the door and look inside, and it’s awful… it’s like The Rocky Horror Picture Show threw up all over my sisters wedding… everyone is cross-dressing, and wearing just awful looking underwear over everything… and the priest comes to the door, and he’s in lingerie… black, frilly lingerie… and he begins to shut the door. I protest. He tells me, “The wedding must begin.” He sounds exactly like Lurch from the Addams Family… you know… “You Rang?” doesn’t look anything like him, though. He’s really short, and he’s bald except on the sides of his head, and his hair is stark white. I really think I could have taken him if I’d felt so inclined. Anyway, he shuts the door and I miss the wedding. I feel like shit.
Then I wake up.
What a coincidence I had an odd dream too!
I’m on a walk with a friend of mine just leisurely no big deal and then we arrive at my park. Where we are standing is higher ground so I can see the whole park. I start freaking out because for some reason I feel like these people are all in my backyard. I start crying saying that strangers took over my house and did something to my mom. I finally decide to call 911, give them my address, and tell them there are strangers in my backyard. Then my mom walks by and she asks what’s wrong, and I tell her, and she says “Drew, this is the park, not our backyard” and then it all hits me. So by this point I am drenched in tears and shaking uncontrollably, and we walk home.
Josh D., that’s a really bizarre dream you had there.
I would try and analyse it but it would be misguided and really awkward.
Law, From what I have read about dreams, when you are dreaming while dreaming, it means you are in a disturbed emotional place. :(
Something is seriously bothering you, and you don’t know how to handle it….but I guess you already know that.
(accidentally deleted all my analysis, give me a minute)
So all these are using metaphorical/logical pseudo-psychoanalytical methods. Does not claim to be accurate, just interesting. Please do not fault.
I start freaking out because for some reason I feel like these people are all in my backyard. <- This is too Freudian.
The whole dream strikes me as new-found insecurity with parents. Have your parents invaded your privacy or did something against your very private wishes, letting you down?
That may be on the money.
Damn it, my “analysis” keeps disappearing.
The general idea is still there though. Let me try and write the analysis in an abridged form. Essentially the dream sounds like your privacy was invaded and you turned to your parents for support but they let you down and you had to turn towards an external authority for guidance.
No it doesn’t….
Really? I cannot see it here. All I see is 3 paragraphs.
Oh there’s more?
Yeah, the abridged version should cover it though.
I watched a CharlesManson documentary recently which might explain my dream but I dreamed he was stabbing me while two women(coworkers of mine) stood by and watched with the most bland and passive expression on their faces. the deadness in their eyes was the most frightening thing about it….
Another weird one…
I only go to school on Tuesday and Thursday, so, when I get a job I can work full-time (don’t know why I told you that). So, every Monday night/Tuesday morning, and Wednesday night/Thursday morning I’ve been having this dream. It’s essentially the same every time. I walk into my English class, and Jean Luc-Godard is teaching the class… like 1980’s Godard (you know, Prenom: Carmen Godard), with dark, but graying hair, and completely bald on the top. So, anyway I walk in, sit down, and the class starts. I remember having homework for the class, but I don’t remember feeling like it was a second or third class. Okay, whatever. So, the homework was math problems, just simple math problems, but Godard makes us present our answers to the class, and we have to have proof for every answer (I fucking hate proofs). Godard basically tears every one apart. In the dream I don’t present anything (kind of a cop-out, I’m a wuss even in my dreams). After class I go up to Godard and tell him how big of a fan I am of his films, and he tells me, “that’s all shit.”
I ignore him and tell him, “Weekend is maybe my favourite film.”
He tells me, “That one’s the worst. You need to get a better hobby.” Then I leave.
i had a dream once….where a giesha like woman…with long black hair, pale skin and a red kimono was chasing me…umm she wasnt on ground….but floating in the air…a little above ground level…….she chased me for quite some time while i ran ran ran ran ran ran……
DuShane, AH the person we look up to most humiliating and ignoring us dream. I have had that one many times. Do you remember my Scorsese on the moon dream?
Last night I dreamt there was a pop essay in my AP Euro class, but I did not know the topic. So I just start writing and what I eventually come up with is a page long story of my sister going on an audition, getting a part, and becoming famous.
Hmm that’s not easy to analyze at all. :P
Zachary Phillip Brailsford
Drew, I know that I have the strongest of feelings that there are no tin cottages in INLAND EMPIRE, but that’s what I was told he was shooting in the dream, or, at th very least, what I felt in my heart that he was shooting. I guess it’s just because that’s one of the coolest titles ever, and so it stuck with me, basically manifesting itself in whatever form of David Lynch my mind could handle (I hadn’t seen a Lynch film until AFTER I had that dream).
Savvy