[PenultimateManStanding]

Some more thoughts about gaining insight into dreams: suppose you are an adult, married, working a job in the adult world and doing your best, acting your age, etc. Your dreams, if you are lucky enough to have the time and luxury to lie around quietly introspecting them, recalling them before they vanish with your morning coffee, point to your adolescent rebellion period or even the delinquincy which you outgrew. What's the value in this? Why should it even matter. Here's the gist: there are things that we had a hard time with in the past and couldn't resolve so we shoved them inside and forgot. We are still using some of our psychic energy to keep the crap buried. That's a possible reason for it to come percolating into consciousness. Its a way of checking to see if we're stronger now so we can finally slough it off and quit repressing the crap. Its the mind's way settling old accounts and freeing up energy for more current issues.

[PenultimateManStanding]

Here's an example of what I mean: some years ago I had a dream that the cops were after me because they were looking for a body buried by an Alpha Beta Supermarket - a body that I had buried after murdering someone when I was two years old. I kid you not that I woke up from that dream consumed with feelings of guilt for murder and it was only after calmly thinking it over that I realized that I could not have possibly killed and buried someone when I was two. It did occur to me though that I must have been carrying a load of guilt for wishing to kill somebody when I was two! Maybe that was when my older brother hit me on the head with a shovel. A story that has been related to me but that I don't remember.

[PenultimateManStanding]

From J. Sully, Dreams As Revelation (quoted by Freud in 'The Interpretation Of Dreams): "It would seem then, after all, that dreams are not the utter nonsense they have been said to be by such authorities as Chaucer, Shakespeare, and Milton. The chaotic aggregations of our night-fancy have a significance and communicate new knowledge. Like some letter in cipher, the dream inscription when scrutinized closely loses its first look of balderdash and takes on the aspect of a serious, intelligible message. Or, to vary the figure slightly, we may say that, like some palimpsest, the dream discloses beneath its worthless surface-characters traces of an old and precious communication."

[PenultimateManStanding]

Anyone who is interested in reading Freud's The Interpretation of Dreams may read it online at: link

[k_semler]

Last night I had one fucked up dream. I was out in the driveway doing gaurd duty with Rex from work, and we suddenly see a convoy of vehicles pass by the house. About 100 yds up the road, the lead vehicle stops, (it was a red Jeep CJ5), and the following vehicles do also. Finding this rather suspicious, Rex and I get in to the pre-determined combat positions. The lead vehicle's driver door opens and a man steps out holding a box that is about 1'x1.5'x.5', and he walks up to the driveway. Watching to see what he does, we let him pass out position by about 10 yds, and then I yell out "That's far enough", and I pull up on him.

As I step out of positon to begin the search, the guy that was holding the box is stuplified, as I advance on him armed, and Rex is covering me from his fox hole. After having the man set down the package, I proceed to pat him down. I then find that he is concealing something in his hand, and I tell him to drop it. The man that I was searching, acted like he was going to drop it, but then he drew a pistol, and pointed it at me. Reacting instantly, I fired a round into his abdomen, just as his finger entered the trigger gaurd. After the guy had been shot, I backed off about 4 feet, and saw that where he had been shot, the flesh around the entrance wound was blackened from the muzzle flash, (as it was at point blank range). The man fell backward, and instantly died. After this happened, I told Rex that we had to get rid of the body, so we threw it in a field, and walked off. After I turned around to look at the body when I was about 50 ft away, I woke up.
That was one fucked up dream. I hope that it has something to do with the stories that I have been reading, (The Decline and Fall of Pax Americana, Lights Out, The Last Outpost), and not what I must do sometime in the future.

[PenultimateManStanding]

It took me a day or two come up with ideas about GD's dream. This one means nothing thus far and that may be all I'll ever come up with. Do you have any ideas what it's about? Any associated ideas around the periphery?

[GD]

Thanks PMS for the books info and the link. I've added them to my (ever increasing) to read list.

[k_semler]

"It took me a day or two come up with ideas about GD's dream. This one means nothing thus far and that may be all I'll ever come up with. Do you have any ideas what it's about? Any associated ideas around the periphery?"

It was twilight when we dumped the body, and somewhat cold temperatures throughout the dream. Other than this, I have no idea what you mean.

[PenultimateManStanding]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('k_semler', ' ')one fucked up dream. .. I was out in the driveway doing gaurd duty with Rex . . . the lead vehicle stops, (it was a red Jeep CJ5) . . . Finding this rather suspicious . . . man steps out holding a box that is about 1'x1.5'x.5', and he walks up to the driveway. Watching to see what he does, we let him pass out position by about 10 yds, and then I yell out "That's far enough" . . . the guy that was holding the box is stuplified, as I advance on him armed, and Rex is covering me from his fox hole. . . I proceed to pat him down. . . he drew a pistol, and pointed it at me. . . I fired a round into his abdomen, just as his finger entered the trigger gaurd. . . the flesh around the entrance wound was blackened from the muzzle flash . . . so we threw it [the body] in a field. . .

[k_semler]

I have no idea why I let the guy go 10 yds past my station, it would make very little tactical sense. The only thing I renember about it was that I wanted to see if he presented a threat to me or not, and he must have, or I would not have stopped him. The box that he was carrying was a wood box that looked like a miniature crate. The top and bottom of the box were nailed on, and it had a peice of wood nailed to the lid of the box to remove it.

[PenultimateManStanding]

That's a mysterious crate-box he has - what would fit into such a shape? - a book? a gun? I've got a feeling this isn't going to be one of those dreams where the interpretation leads anywhere. Least not for me. But I have to go to work now.

[PenultimateManStanding]

What are the dreamer and Rex on guard against? This convoy/column with the red tip (jeep) has made the dreamer suspicious and even stupified,which emotion was then displaced onto the man with the box. Then come the events: pat downs, guns, black wounds, etc. Things in dreams often stand in for something else. For some reason, we go to great lengths to disguise the meaning of things that happen in dreams from ourselves.

[PenultimateManStanding]

Why is it neccessary that we have secrets? Why can't politicians tell the truth? Why are lies and deceptions such a major part of life? Answer that and you'll know why we diguise our own dream-thoughts in such convoluted ways that we can't tell when we wake up what the heck we were really dreaming about.

[jesus_of_suburbia_old]

I give my three celebrity dreams.

The first one I can recall featured "The Good Girl" and "Chicago" star, John C. Riley. It was a regular high school day, only every so often, John would turn to me and say, "Hey, I'm Kevin." Why he did this multiple times, as well as why he called himself Kevin is unknown to me.

The next one featured British PM Tony Blair. I was at work (Walgreens ), and Blair was an assistant manager. The store was similar to the real life one, only it was a bit larger and had more merchandise. Blair was talking with my manager about this gang that had robbed several other Walgreens' stores in the past few days. I was a bit nervous because they were spending so much time talking about it. All of the sudden, about a dozen police officers enter the store, head towards the back aisle and draw their weapons while taking cover behind the shelving units. Apparently, this gang was on its way. I grabbed some sort of sharp tool from the gardeing section, which we don't have in the real store. Minutes later, this gang of bikers show up at the front entrance, all holding biker gang stuff. The police tell them to back down. I took cover behind a display, and the dream ended.

The final one features world-famous pornstar Ron Jeremy. Ron hired me to be a fry cook at this new fast food joint he had opened up. I'm going through the motions of the job until some of Ron's pornstar friends show up. For some reason, I get really pissed off at him. I tell him those women shouldn't be around here. He doesn't understand why I am upset. I tell him to fuck off and make my way out of the building. Ron is angry. He says that I missed out. That he was going to tell me about all his secrets which made him successful with women, and I would be humiliated during my first time. The dream ends.

I really need to find a better way to spend my Friday nights.

[skateari]

I had a pretty strange dream last night. It started off where I was on the beach, surfing. Started off pretty good just enjoying life. Next thing I knew there were planes flying from the direction of the ocean and ships landing on the beach. I ran into a nearby church which felt like a safe haven, but inside it was burning with what seemed like money. Dollars to be exact. There was a tv on but I could not understand what it was saying. It seemed like nonsense rambling. I ran outside and there were bombs being dropped all around. that seemed to happen for a while, I seemed to be hiding in the church still watching what was going on. Then there was a blast and darkness. Then next I was back at the beach, all the water was gone, and the sun was setting. in the dream I had this strange feeling like the sun would never rise again. thats at least what I felt when I woke up after that.

Strange dream.. I can see some type of symbolism and meaning in it though. This is what I could see in the dream:

I think the first part about me being on the beach was to show I was living life as normal. Enjoying life how I have always expected it. And then all the sudden it changed - so dramatically and so quick. I think me running to the church was a symbol of faith and hope. But it all burning and being destroyed by the money that was on fire. It seemed like a symbol which was saying capitalism and the money were burning at the hope and tarnishing the faith. Like the church was being used to hold evil (the money) and its destruction resulted in the destruction of the church (faith). The TV I think represented the lies and propoganda that is now seen on TV, and it being in the church made me feel like also the church was being used for the same purpose. I then think me watching the bombs being dropped from inside the church gave me a false feeling of security. But I found it was false after the blast. And then I ended up on the beach, with the ocean floor dry. I think that the symbolic meaning behind that was showing that the core foundation of life; water - soon was gone after the war and the destruction of money. I think the feeling of "the end" was the result of the ocean being drained - because no life could survive without it.

This was a crazy dream and one of the most complex ones I have had in a while.

[k_semler]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('PenultimateManStanding', 'T')hat's a mysterious crate-box he has - what would fit into such a shape? - a book? a gun? I've got a feeling this isn't going to be one of those dreams where the interpretation leads anywhere. Least not for me. But I have to go to work now.

[PenultimateManStanding]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('k_semler', '
')We were gaurding the place against unwanted intrusions.

[PenultimateManStanding]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('jesus_of_suburbia', 'T')he final one features world-famous pornstar Ron Jeremy. Ron hired me to be a fry cook at this new fast food joint he had opened up. I'm going through the motions of the job until some of Ron's pornstar friends show up. For some reason, I get really pissed off at him. I tell him those women shouldn't be around here. He doesn't understand why I am upset. I tell him to fuck off and make my way out of the building. Ron is angry. He says that I missed out. That he was going to tell me about all his secrets which made him successful with women, and I would be humiliated during my first time. The dream ends.

[k_semler]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('PenultimateManStanding', '')$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('k_semler', '
')We were gaurding the place against unwanted intrusions.

[PenultimateManStanding]

Not talking about what we know about, talking about what we don't know about but comes out of our repressed unconscious through dreams. Very common I think. Let your thoughts turn to the cute brunette in your other dream for that is clearly where your heart is.