The corners of my mind
I seem to be in a place where my mind can roam free at the moment. Perhaps I’m happy; that would be nice. Whatever, as I relax my head, stuff is replaying out of the dim recesses. This has happened before, my life is not one of unending gloom I am able to confirm.
Do we all have recurring dreams? I know I do and I remember them at times like this when I am not totally squashed by work. There are the fundamentally embarrassing ones, the least embarrassing being the one when I discover I have forgotten to put clothes on and only realise when I am in a public place. There are others I do not intend to mention. I have one where I keep going back to this really interesting house. It’s my house always, in the dream that is. It has these strange characteristics, long corridors winding underground with interesting rooms off to the side. In an upstairs room there is a strange door that I can just squeeze through into a really tiny old house on the side which seems to be enclosed. It’s very like our first house. I can fly sometimes too. That’s always fun.
All of these are dreams and I know that they are consistent and properly recurring because I wake up having been dreaming. But I also have a memory. I am absolutely sure this is not a memory of a dream because I never think I just dreamed it. It just appears in my head once in a while. It is also absolutely specific, unvarying and too ridiculous for words. Here it is and if anyone else can remember this please put me out of my misery. I sometimes ask people, usually after a small sherry, if they recall it. Various responses follow but no-one actually remembers this.
There was a popular comedian cum impressionist called Phil Cool. (There is still Phil Cool, but he was popular on TV in the eighties). And I have a totally real memory from one of his shows of Geoff Capes, the Olympic shot putter, miming with a Saxophone to the whole of “You can Call me Al” by Paul Simon before breathlessly settling down for a chat scene. It seems entirely improbable, but it is completely real in my mind.
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Geoff Capes on a saxaphone - Alan, old chap, you need help. (It was obviously a clarinet.)
I have another recurring dream, in connection with sleep paralysis, which I blogged about previously. The weird thing about that one is that I'm (emotionally, not intellectually) convinced that it has the potential to bring about the end of the world. It's very HP Lovecraft, but I've always fought it; if I gave in, the Dark would get in from Outside and that would be the end of everything. So I get to save the world on a regular basis, which is rather tiring. "Time for your medication, mister Unreasonable."
Although: Thanks for saving me and mine. We appreciate it and hope you keep it up, or at least keep taking the pills - whatever works best :-))
The other dream that I had around the same time, which stuck in my mind was that all my teeth fell out, then I awoke and was relieved that it had been a dream, then all my teeth fell out and then I REALLY woke up. Thank goodness that neither of these dreams was recurring and I suppose the fact that I was in hospital at the time, may have had something to do with it.
But one of the worst dreams for me was a reacuring one I had as a VERY small child (maybe 2-4 years old). I dreamt my mum had strapped me down to a train tack and a train was coming out of a tunnel. I never saw the train; only the light coming closer and closer to me out of the tunnnel. I never have this dream now, but have always remembered it.
Another bad one I had was VERY strange. it was when I was maybe 6-10. All it was were a maze of orange pipes!! Just like a screen saver we used to have on my old computer. But these pipes scared the heel out of me and to this day I never worked out why! :S
But by far the worst dreams are the ones where I wake sodding because they seem so sureal. For example, not many years ago I had a dream I was in my back garden with my sister, cousin and gran. But the only thing was our garden and house were completely surrounded by clouds! and there were no other houses at all; in fact there was nothing else at all! my gran and cousin were on a porch swing (an item my family have never owned) and me and my sister were close to the back gate. A little boy came throught the back gate and stood there looking extreamly shy and sad. My sister went up to him and asked if he were ok, but at that point he grabbed some pliers, stuck them down my sisters throught and pulled out her tounge! Then the boy ran in the house where I seemed to believe my parents were. I called out 'Mum! Dad!' but there was no answer. I then turned to see my sister cupping her mouth sobbing, but unable to speak a word. After that dream I woke sobbing my eyes out (very manly I know) and ran into my sisters room, woke her up and checked she still had a tounge!
I know I may appear a little psycotic from telling you all this but I do have good dreams too, I swear ;)
I've always suffered from nightmares, too. We have a history of sleep disorders in my family (only the women, though. I have nightmares, my mother night terrors and my sister is a terrible sleep walker. Nightime can be an interesting time when we're all together!) and one of my earliest memories is hating the Captain Sensible song 'Happy Talk' because it had the line about dreams coming true in it, and I didn't want my dreams to come true because they terrified me! Due to this, I learned to lucid dream - it doesn't work all the time, but I can invariably change chase dreams into something rather more thrilling than frightening.
Not had it for years now, thank goodness!
I'm sexually active, so it's not a frustration thing. I'm 19, gah, it's allowed.
Stop looking at me like that.
BTW, no-one able to help me with the Geoff Capes thing I suppose?
I did a "dream course" many decades ago. In it, the "house" represented the self. The condition of the house, represented my view of self I presented to the world, e.g. unkempt, overgrown, flaking paint - was how I saw my exterior self. Then whichever room I dreamt of had its own significance: the lounge was the "public entertaining place" - what was the state of it? Welcoming? Austere? Messy?; the kitchen was "where I fed and nurtured" - was there dirty washing-up in the sink? fresh, healthy fruit on the table? bare cupboards?; the bathroom was "where you ablute and cleanse yourself" – was it sparkling? Filthy?, the bedroom was your private place, inadmissible to the general public. Depending on the condition of whichever room featured in the dream, implied the state of your view of yourself in that area. It all made sense to me, anyway.
But the recurring feature for me, is always the vast, hidden areas that I could be living in - but wasn't. All I'd ever had to do, was open the door. Ain't that a metaphor.
'...In dreams therefore houses may represent your life structure or what you have created for yourself as a way of life; for example, values, attitudes and goals, or things you feel 'at home' with, or feel you can be yourself with.
When interpreting dreams of a house, how you feel about the house is of particular importance. Houses can be forbidding places, and if you feel anxious in your dream, this suggests that something about your personality is bothering you. That you noticed a particular part of the house in your dream may offer a clue, and the different rooms and everyday things in the house are also important as they represent different aspects of your feelings and make up. It is common to dream of returning to a house from your past that you knew or lived in. This dream may be nostalgic or it may reflect a longing to return to the innocence of childhood. If you dream of leaving a house, the message is that you are ready to move on in waking life.'
"To dreams that you are living in a glass house signifies the threat or loss of your reputation'.
It also says the following about trees falling:
'If you dream of a falling tree, this represents a sense of threat to your identity'.
Some people seem able to do it, more young people for some reason. Do you think young people's dreams are more scary as the brain is learning to sort things out? Also life experience is less but dreams seem more vivid. Though waking from a nightmare sweating and trying to scream is unpleasant at any age.
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