Dreams anyone?

[Stormchild]

Thanks GFN!

I think tonight I will try to make myself have a very tactile dream about force-feeding your narsty little hospital room-mate marmite on fish. for breakfast.

what an ordeal you went through. gah.

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Thanks for your thoughts on my dream, too. Funny that Death was able to just reach down and lift me up with JMJ watching over me - and then they turned up again in the most supportive roles possible. And I was never afraid for a second, during that dream. I just didn't want to leave my cats behind with nobody to care for them(!).

Yep. It feels like a blessing and a half, this dream does.

     

[Anonymous]

I think tonight I will try to make myself have a very tactile dream about force-feeding your narsty little hospital room-mate marmite on fish. for breakfast.

Oh!! Stormy would you??  And that big mean rotten nurse too?  Man she was awful!!  

Thanks Stormy.

I hope everyone has a sweet dream tonight.

Yawwwwwwwwn!!  Holey Moley 12:51 a.m. here.

Nighty night all!!

GFN

[2cents]

Hey Stormy,

Marmite on fish FOR BREAKFAST? eeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

Anyhoo, don't know much about dreams but strange as it may seem dreaming of death is a good thing. It usually means change/ transformation in your life or within yourself and is very life-affirming. Wierdly enough dreaming of weddings is usually quite negative! But the most important thing in a dream is the feelings you have, which were all good, so cool dream!

2cents

[d's mom]

Third......You Mr. Death turns into Mr. Right.

sounds like some boyfriends i have had  

Anna:  That dream about the roof coming off the car.  It seems like part of you came off and you saw all the wars and stuff way above you, in the stars, swirling.  You say it was amazing.  Wow!!!  Was that before or after all this stuff happened re. your daughter?

this was years and years ago, when my life was mine and i was free. i was actually camping high up on a mountain in the bay area, called mt. tamalpais which is supposed to be a holy spot for the indigenous peoples that had been there. i used to have large amounts of incredibly rich and varied dreams, lots of which were visionary or predicted things very accurately. i really really miss having such wonderful dreams. all i have is nightmares now, becuase my dreams are so very accurate reflections of my inner self and things that are happening.

it drives me nuts, beucase my brain is faithfullly telling me exactly whats going on, but NOBODY LISTENS........... but you cant really control your dreams too well. they just tell you whats there.   so.... lots of very accurate nightmares.

you talked about 'fearing death' with stormchilds dream: when i was 20,  and got hit by that car, it gave me a 'near death experience'. i floated way up over my body and really actually felt like i had died, for quite some time. to this day, i am not sure that im not dead. you know, how would i tell. i could be dreaming all of this right now.

im totally not kidding when i say that. how could you tell? it gave me a lot of room to philosophise about what is life, what is death, what is dreaming.

in the end i figured its all labels. either you are expreiencing things, or not. here i am experiencing stuff. guess it doesnt matter what i call it. sure gave me a different perspective on things, and very much made me both lose fear of death, but also really appreciate the real preciousness of life.

this 'now' is so precious, and what i feel makes it most precious is what we choose to share and create with others. im with others here, you create your own light in this life. no matter how many family and stuff you have, in the end it comes down to you and what you choose to create.

that experience was very strong.. and sometimes i wonder if it didnt contribute to my incredibly vibrant dream life, which is biting me in the butt right now by giving me these unmistakable relentless nightmares.  

Thankyou for your thoughts about my hospital stay.

3 weeks at age 8.......... mean nurse.. big needless....material.... good gawd. i guess you were fortunate to pull through, it sounded pretty serious... :{{


 
re: mudpuppy -

And I read your words about "sometimes when I look at my wife..." and I wanted to post how beautiful that is and how blessed you are to have found someone you feel so much emotion for.

i felt the very same way. wish more dads were like that. i wonder if hes into adopting a 40 year old. im kinda cute in a very aged and stressed out way.  


g'night - take care all dreamers.
anna

[d's mom]

just another crazy one:

heres one of the weirdest dreams i had. it doesnt really need interpreting, it happened many years ago, but it was just a wild dream.

i was at a birthday party for myself.

the room was full of hundreds of peopel singing happy birthday to me. i was at the front of the room and people wanted me to step up onto a podium and accept a big birthday cake that was just for me.

just as i stepped up onto the podium to accept my cake, i noticed that 'i' was also standing at the back of the room. i was at the front of the room and the back at the same time. the me in the back of the room had a big shotgun. precisely at the moment that i accepted the cake, the 'me' in the back of the room shot the 'me' at the front of the room  - directly between the eyes.

now that was a werid experience. the feeling was a spiritual one rather than a malicious one. it was not scary. it felt like transformative. but still... just writing it i can think of lots of things it could have 'meant'.

gfn - what a thread you started here.    im working up to sharing my nigihtmares. i need someone to talk about them to. but, they are graphic and disturbing so they need some time to edge into.

peace folks
anna

[Portia]

Stormchild, kippers and grilled tomatoes are definitely permitted . Except for the smell! In fact, some eat smoked salmon and scrambled eggs for breakfast, which I haven’t tried. I have enough trouble with eggs (memories of biology lessons and talking about the stringy bit that holds the yolk to the edges…). So yes, fish for breaky in Yurp, along with many other strange concoctions.  

About your dream, ‘wow’. I doubt any earthly regular guy could ever match up, which might be sad but then again, you have some vision to look forward to in another life maybe. Amazing dream.

Hey!   Isn’t it odd how we have this really clear cultural image of Death, the Grim Reaper (Monty Python again, Death at the dinner party)….but ……we don’t have any similar image for LIFE? Ain’t that a shame?

And what does Mr Death represent – the moment when life ceases, (how tiny is that moment, a second, a milli-second…?.) or something after that, something which goes on and on? If Coca Cola had worked on Death , would He (he? ) wear a red suit? Haha! Sorry, a serious subject and I can’t help going off into joke-land. Sorry. I can never keep the seriousness up.  

October, GFN, Mud, Anna, everyone….best to all, I’m posted out today (it’s waiting in Word in case you think, what?) and I want to get back to my latest Margaret Atwood book ‘Oryx and Crake’, which is pretty depressing but riveting too. Good trip to the library GFN, I bet you’ve read Atwood inside out? P

[Stormchild]

Hey Portia

I was thinking just a few mins ago. In that dream, what should have been the kiss of death for me was actually the kiss of life! for both parties involved. life itself for him, and life renewed for me.

wild, huh. maybe that wedding was an image of life???

yummy. after signing off last night I went and ate kippers for my late night snack. Now I have this strong yearning for herring and onions in cream sauce - we get it here imported from Denmark I think.

enjoy your reading Portia! Isn't Margaret Atwood Kenneth Millar's widow? He wrote very psychological detective novels as Ross MacDonald... good, but always terribly sad.

[P]

Hiya Storm , bringing death to life, that's boggling me now!

Don't know if it's the same Atwood - is it this one? http://encycl.opentopia.com/term/Margaret_atwood
P okay I've gone now  

[Stormchild Guesting]

Woo Portia, the more I think the wilder it gets.

At the heart of Christianity there is a very strong belief that death was transformed into life... by the greatest love of all.

Jeez Louise.

Yep, it looks like the same Margaret Atwood.

[P]

Back again, solving my own mystery now! Don't think it's the same lady, Margaret Millar looks like a crime writer from her biblio http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/authors/Margaret_Millar.htm whereas Atwood writes about gene-splicing and the fate of the human race (and it's dark stuff). The Handmaid's Tale is enough to touch any woman to tears - a future society where women are used as...well..let's just say it made me cry. And her stuff is a thinly-veiled reflection of what actually, factually, goes on in the world today. Which makes it more dark. Child-trafficking and the like. Like Leonard Cohen, so black you have to laugh occasionally! If you haven't tried Atwood, pleeeease do, great stuff. Clever, the Canadians.

About life and death and love. I was wondering if you ever had a calling? Seriously, I was wondering that. But then where would you be called to - not a regular outfit for sure. An irregular one. And this ain't my territory, but I wonder! sweet dreams tonight Storm (time check: 6.25 pm Brit's summer time and yes, it's sunny ) Portia

[Stormchild]

P, you're absolutely right - Margaret Millar died in 1994. Can't possibly be the same lady. Weird. I wonder how I got them confused? I've been under that (mis)impression since The Handmaid's Tale was published.    

sound of one hand scratcing head, bemusedly.

thanks! it's good to get one's facts straight.    

Storm

PS I love Robertson Davies, & Stephen Leacock

[scratches head madly in all directions]

[October]

Let us know how you are doing, if you can please?

 ((((((((October))))))))

GFN

Hiya all.  I am fine, thanks for asking.  Actually, I am not fine, but I am doing a damned fine act, and nobody would know if I didn't say so.  Mudpup already knows this as we are such good friends ((((Muddy)))), but to briefly let you all know the situation I have been trying to contact my ex for several days to let C speak to him.  C said she was worried in case he was lying dead on the floor of his flat, after seeing him collapse here a month or so ago.  

So finally yesterday I rang his parents to ask whether they know how/where he is.  His dad told me that ex has been in hospital for three weeks, and that he thought ex had told me.  

So, rang hospital and spoke to the nurse, who did not know that ex has and ex and daughter to keep informed.  I made it clear that ex's parents are not his next of kin; our daughter is.  The nurse said he is very poorly, but not critical at present, and that he is sleeping a lot of the time.  Then spoke to ex and he sounded dreadful.  I asked, why did you not tell us where you are, and he sounded very groggy and not all there, and said, what form did you want?  I'll send it to you.  Took a good while to get through to him.  Not reassuring.

I have arranged to take C to visit on Sunday.  It is about 120 miles or so each way, but I should be able to do it, I think.  

I have emailed my brothers, my dad and my cousin to let them know.  We visited my parents, and they said they had got the email, but said nothing else at all.  My dad said perhaps ex didn't tell us because he didn't want us to worry.  (This may sound weird but my dad identifies with my ex in some weird way and is always defending his very bizarre world view to me; telling me that I am unreasonable in one way or another.  No idea what kind of incest is going on there!!!)

No reply from either brother, but that is normal.  Cousin will probably respond with support, though.

So, not a good time.  Sorry if anyone was worried.  Whoops!!  Completely off thread.  Erm - it wasn't a dream.    

xxxxx

[October]

Then he stepped back, and before my eyes was transformed into the most handsome man I have ever seen, dressed like a knight errant, in the Ephesians armor, with the helmet slung back behind. He took my hands in his and wept; and I found myself gowned in brilliant yellow, crowned with a wreath of beautiful yellow daylilies, and standing with him in a stately garden, just at daybreak, with Christ himself there to administer our wedding vows, and Joseph and Mary to witness.

Please, let me know what you all think. When I am really discouraged, I remember this dream and it gives me the strength to go on.

Your dream reminds me of a poem by Adelaide Anne Proctor, a young friend of Charles Dickens.

Why shouldst thou fear the beautiful angel, Death,
Who waits thee at the portal of the skies,
Ready to kiss away thy struggling breath,
Ready with gentle hand to close thine eyes?

Oh what were life, if life were all?  Thine eyes
Are blinded by their tears, or thou wouldst see
Thy treasures wait thee in the far-off skies
And Death, thy friend, will give them all to thee.


For what it is worth,       I think the angel is your guardian angel, and the wedding was more than a wedding.  The angel became your protector (which is what a husband ought properly to be), and Saint Joseph and Our Lady were not just witnesses; they stood in loci parentis.  
In one way this is a comforting vision, but in another way it reveals the distance you feel from the people around you.  It is not safe to look for comfort here, so we find it in the spiritual realm.

In Iconography a pure yellow colour symbolises truth, and the lily is a pretty well universal symbol of purity.

[Stormchild Guesting]

Wow, thanks for the feedback, October!

It feels absolutely true.

I have never seen that poem; thank you for blessing me with it.

How odd, that yellow should signify truth, and that's the grail I've followed all my life, or tried to. Wow.

Thank you.....

[Stormchild Guesting Again]

Wanted to post this separately. I'm sorry to hear about your x's situation. Also sorry that your dad identifies more with your x's selfishness than his own child's pain... par for the course, dagnabbit.

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