Dream (Blogophilia 33.5)

I am a sporadic dream journal-er. If I can remember a particularly vivid or scary dream I try to write it down on that night.  I know I miss details, but it is entertaining and enlightening.  And it occasionally gives me story ideas.  I sometimes wish my life were like the dreams and perhaps it is like that.  A dream and a fear.   

Here is an example:
I find myself on a road trip, apparently to Greensboro, NC.  But the terrain doesn't match.  It is more like about 75 miles west, like in Hickory or Mount Airy.  The couple I am visiting seems nice enough. Kathryn and I exchange small talk.  Soon, I am in back of the house, climbing a granite outcrop.  It isn't a hard climb.  When I get to the top, there is a trail.  I follow it back aways, then double back to the house. Inside the ladies are talking.  My wife claims to dislike gossip, but she is always there to enjoy it.

I am soon in my car running an errand. When I come back all the roads are blocked with construction.  I manage to get back to the house and the wife of the house asks if I want to make love.  She spits a condom from her mouth and gives it to me.  I am appalled.  I gently hand it back and refuse.  The roads magically reopen and when I get out, I notice I have been driving an older Mercedes Sedan. 


Pretty strange, to say the least.  I've been married for a long time and in the real time world, I have no interest is ripping my wife's heart out.  But even in the dream world, I didn't either.  

Another example:

Sitting on the living room floor.  The wife has a sales spread for a low rise condominium in Midtown.  It is a Spanish style building with beige stucco and a red tile roof.  I ask her if she wants to sell the house and move, she says yes. 

The scene then cuts to me on the tarmac at a small airport.  I am talking to an older gentleman who looks like a couple of my old bosses.  We are joined by a long haired younger man who informs us of  a gruesome murder.  The victim has been slashed many times.  For some reason, I connect this to the death of anold friend,  many years ago. 

The rest of the sequence before the alarm goes off is a jumble of car rides and gas stations.  I think we are heading to the Midtown condo, but I am not sure.   

Trying to make sense of these is like making squares into circles.  The corners don't round easily and there is little way to reconcile the ideas.   I'm sure there are plenty of dream analysis and psychological tools that would help, but I really don't want to delve too deeply.  I might find out who I really am.  

Comments

  1. AnonymousOctober 8, 2012 at 4:22 PM

    LOL Your dreams sound much the same as mine, not making much sense and seeming to have little to do with the waking world we live in.

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  2. AnonymousOctober 8, 2012 at 4:57 PM

    I seldom remember my dreams when I wake these days - I can go seasons without remembering a one. I miss them.

    TM

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    1. Another Government EmployeeOctober 8, 2012 at 5:57 PM

      The trick is to write them down as soon as you wake. Even 10 minutes they drift away like smoke.

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  3. sueOctober 8, 2012 at 5:09 PM

    We know who you are and dreams are fascinating and can be over analyzed. Good use of prompts

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  4. AnonymousOctober 8, 2012 at 6:28 PM

    I read books a lot and so I think my dreams are about what I read, or so they seem to me. If I'm reading a mystery, my dreams are mysterious, not making any sense at all. If I'm reading a romance novel, my dreams usually are about that elusive someone ... haha! Great post! I agree with Sassysue .. great use of this week's prompts! ~Leta

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    1. Another Government EmployeeOctober 8, 2012 at 7:08 PM

      I notice some of my dreams are take offs of my real life experience. Others just seem to come out of left field (like the woman trying to seduce me.)

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    2. Colleen Keller BreuningOctober 8, 2012 at 10:26 PM

      I'm fascinated by my dreams! It's funny how people will show up in them because of a random thought or memory that crosses the mind for a split second. Well done and s great idea to use them for story sources!
      Colleen

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  5. AnonymousOctober 9, 2012 at 12:14 AM

    Dreams are a fascinating subject to explore and some say they have meanings and may prove significant in the future. Keep writing your dreams! 8 points Earthling! :)
    Marvin

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  6. sharonleeOctober 9, 2012 at 5:19 AM

    Fascinating! Your dreams are loaded with inspiration. I rarely dream anymore, I've often wondered if its the epi meds that block my dreams.

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    1. Another Government EmployeeOctober 9, 2012 at 7:37 AM

      I've wondered that myself. My wife never really says what she dreams of. She seems to forget it almost as soon as she wakes.

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  7. ChickeeOctober 9, 2012 at 5:03 PM

    Did you know that every face you see in a dream is someone you have either met or seen at one time in your life? Pretty cool huh.

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  8. PoppySilverOctober 10, 2012 at 6:48 AM

    Always a strong message in your writing, love this xox

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  9. AnonymousOctober 11, 2012 at 11:03 AM

    dreams are always strange for me too. i never thought of writing them down before though

    Clare

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    1. Another Government EmployeeOctober 11, 2012 at 12:48 PM

      It can be a window to your unconscious. Most of the time, they don't make any sense at all though.

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  10. liamOctober 12, 2012 at 10:34 AM

    i love dreams ...well everyone else but my own since i always seem to die in my dreams.

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  11. AnonymousOctober 14, 2012 at 8:50 AM

    Dreams sort of "freak me out" when I remember them...and they never make much sense to me...loved where you went with this blog :-) Demme

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  12. DiaOctober 15, 2012 at 9:27 AM

    You never know. Dreams do tell you what you already know, but subconsciously don't realize. Good write.

    --DJ

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