October 29, 2002
Reminds me of the Everly Brothers.
Jeneane is dreaming and telling and has other bloggers joining in – not the dreaming, the telling. Frank, Gary, and George P. have added to the dream stories. Makes me wonder what Shelley dreams. Or Dorothea. Or Tom S. Or Tom B. Or Anita. Or Andrea……….
B!X once argued with me that dreams are the garbage dump of the mind. Being a Jung fan, of course I disagreed. Still do.
The common blogger dream images of cars, travel, and movement that Jeneane’s latest post recaps certainly give me pause. I think she’s onto something here. Bloggers are dreamers, and not just at night. We are freedom-lovers – the freedom to stretch our minds and hearts and voices beyond our immediate spaces. We refuse to be confined by our physical limitations. Our minds are always on the move. No wonder my dreams are obsessed with a car. (That and that when I was married, we only had one car to which I had rare access.)
I also have recurring dreams that take place in recurring landscapes, some based on real ones but strangely reconfigued – my old college campus, some hotel or spa where I’ve never really been, the street where I lived as a child. I can always see where I need to go, but when I move through the landscape trying to get there, it isn’t where I thought it would be. I never get there. Heh.
I used to dream of b!X always as a four-year old (which is about the time our family broke apart). The day after his recent birthday, I dreamed of him as he is now. He was on his way somewhere, by plane I think, and there was some problem with cashing his checks. And for some reason, all I had was Canadian money. We stood in the middle of a crowd shuffling back and forth money and checks…. Heh to that, too.
That same night, I dreamed that I was carrying my baby grandson to an amusement park and then realized that he was too heavy to carry all the way, and I had forgotten his diapers and food anyway. So I took him back home and put him down for a nap. When I looked in at him, he had rolled over (in reality, he hasn’t really done that yet) and was sleeping on his tummy, drooling. (I think that’s all just wishful thinking, since he lives so far away and I’ve only seen him twice since he was born.)
While I have experienced awakening at night from a dream and then going back to sleep to pick up the dream where I left off (I often have dreams with actual plots), I’ve never really been able to figure out how to do “lucid dreaming.”
Hey, here’s a thought. If we bloggers can get the hang of it, we can all meet up in a common dream, a common dreamplace like Jeneane’s fantasy of a real Blogaria (remember that?).
I have a dream…..
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jeneane on 29 Oct 2002
see you in my dreams!
Andrea on 29 Oct 2002
Well, you can wonder about me no more! I went through my archives and dredged up a Best Of Compilation of all my dream-related posts. There are some weird ones in there. Most of my dreams have a very surreal feel to them and often don't have any direct/ obvious relationship to reality. They are also deeply emotional. I've been known to laugh, cry, and sing in my sleep while I'm dreaming. If my dreams are a garbage dump, though, then I'm quite the junker, because I find some good inspiration in them for my writing and creative life in general. I'm more of the mind that dreams are simply whatever you make of them, like an interesting painting in a museum.