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Who among you has recurring dreams? What are they about?
I have four: two good and two bad. I want to tell you about the good ones. They're the same dream really, just one is indoors and one outdoors.
I am in a familiar place, usually the house in Dunbar Road where I grew up. That was a gorgeous house; originally a Victorian earl's townhouse, later divided into small apartments and later still undivided into three large ones. It had cupboards under the stairs, outhouses galore, secret passages, an air-raid shelter in the huge garden.
In the dream, I go through one of the secret doors, either up the stairs or into the garden. In the indoors version, there is floor upon floor of hidden rooms and passages, full of dusty treasures, books, clothes and good stuff. It's a combination of a very safe, familiar place and the thrill of exploration. I usually have my dogs with me.
In the outdoor version, I go through a hidden garden gate and find myself in the landscape of my heart - it's a particular place, comprised of elements of places I've loved: the New Forest, the Lleyn peninsula in Wales, the mountain rivers of Northern Iran. I have my dogs and my hawk with me, sometimes ferrets, and we're chasing fat rabbits in this perfect hidden hunting ground.
...I did have some thoughts about what this says about me, but nah. I'll leave that to anyone interested enough to think them.
Want me to tell you about the bad ones in the next entry?
I have four: two good and two bad. I want to tell you about the good ones. They're the same dream really, just one is indoors and one outdoors.
I am in a familiar place, usually the house in Dunbar Road where I grew up. That was a gorgeous house; originally a Victorian earl's townhouse, later divided into small apartments and later still undivided into three large ones. It had cupboards under the stairs, outhouses galore, secret passages, an air-raid shelter in the huge garden.
In the dream, I go through one of the secret doors, either up the stairs or into the garden. In the indoors version, there is floor upon floor of hidden rooms and passages, full of dusty treasures, books, clothes and good stuff. It's a combination of a very safe, familiar place and the thrill of exploration. I usually have my dogs with me.
In the outdoor version, I go through a hidden garden gate and find myself in the landscape of my heart - it's a particular place, comprised of elements of places I've loved: the New Forest, the Lleyn peninsula in Wales, the mountain rivers of Northern Iran. I have my dogs and my hawk with me, sometimes ferrets, and we're chasing fat rabbits in this perfect hidden hunting ground.
...I did have some thoughts about what this says about me, but nah. I'll leave that to anyone interested enough to think them.
Want me to tell you about the bad ones in the next entry?
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I'd like to hear about your nightmares.
You like the Llyn Peninsula do you? Porth Neigwl (Hell's Mouth) is fantastic. It's great for surfing and is really rugged. I love that whole area. We used to stay in a caravan site (field with a tap and a hole) in between the villages of Lliangian and Llanengan when I was a kid. Good times.
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I used to be able to fly when I was little. Reason and logic tell me that must have been a recurring dream as well, but my memory tells me it was real, as was the friend who flew with me. For a given value of real, I guess it was...
The Welsh Hawking Club used to have its annual field meetings at Abersoch. I love the landscape there, the dunes and such. There was a disused airfield at Belan Beach which was one of the best places I've ever been in my life - plus there's Portmeirion. I arranged my honeymoon to coincide with the hawking club meet, the year I got married. Best memories ever :-D
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Nice eh? That's in the 1920's. I have about 3000 vintage images of Wales.
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I think I'm also starting to have a reaccurring dream where I'm talking with another me. Last night I was talking with a five or six year old me. She was very wise for the age she appeared to be.
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Never ever dreamed about meeting myself. That's interesting.
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It's happened about five times now, so I'm used to it. :D
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mine involve traveling back to my home country. they are usually pretty bad. also, most have my fear of being left behind in them. ugh.
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For me there seems to be two main ones. Either I'm in Duluth, or in Indiana. Neither place looks remotely like the real place. Most of the time, the dream itself is so sweet that I actively try to stay asleep to keep it going.
When I was younger, I'd have recurring nightmares about trying to run away from the big bad, but suddenly my legs don't work and I fall over. Lately, those have turned into dreams where monsters try to chase me and I start to run and then realize that I actually know how to handle the situation and turn around and fight them off. I keep meaning to thank my Sensei for that...
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the other thing: very Buffyesque!
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And as for the recurring landscapes:
I'm glad you understand! I don't think I've actually properly explained it to anyone before. It's kinda fun, halfway through a dream I'll think "Hey! I've been here before and over there is _________ " and then head off in that direction and visit another part of the space that was really neat for some reason. One spot has a large herd of horses, i hang out there frequently.
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I have the one about being naked in public a lot; it doesn't really disturb me very much. *snerk*
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:)
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it was scary losing them, but the natural teeth were so gappy and black and brown and painful that I knew I'd be better off with fakes. The only really bad part was just after the surgery, everything healing up and I had to walk round toothless till they healed enough to fit dentures. The dentures are great. Never have toothache again as long as I live!
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The latter involves water. I'm under it, somewhere out in the ocean and somehow able to rebreathe my own air in very tiny amounts. I've a long way to go before I can reach the surface and I know I can't reach it, so I enjoy the beauty of my surroundings as I slowly suffocate. When my lungs feel utterly and painfully empty, I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with water... and waking up to the same crushing feeling in my chest. It's a surprisingly peaceful dreaming and waking, and I'm never panicked at any given moment.
The former is a dream I've had since I was a child. I recall having it in elementary school. Whereas I'm myself in the first dream, I'm watching myself in the second. My hair is in a very long ponytail and I'm dressed in black, from jacket to boots. I have a gun in my hands and I'm weaving my way through some sort of cramped boiler room in a basement, hunting something or someone. I'm not angry, frightened or homicidal, just determined to get this person. I see everything through the red and shadowy eye of a rifle scope, complete with crosshairs.
Then the coin is flipped, quite literally. I'm racing through the top floor of a house, which feels like the third story to me. I'm only wearing a white wifebeater and a pair of white and blue stripes pajama bottoms, without any shoes or socks at all. The moon is full and shining through the windows, bathing everything in white light. The rooms are utterly empty and huge. Finally, I'm cornered in the last room, which has a large window. Through it I can see a giant oak tree in the distance, on a hill, and I know if I can get to it, I can get away. Barefoot and desperate, I make the leap and hit the ground running for my freedom and life.
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In the first, I am either in a parking lot looking for my car, or a huge building, looking for my apartment. In both, I am lost and can't find what I'm looking for.
The second recurring dream, I find even more frightening. I'm sitting on a bench with a lot of other people, and this man is going down the line of us, giving us fatal injections. I can't move, and I get more and more frightened the closer he gets, til I wake up just as he reaches me. He has an evil look on his face.
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1st: I'm in a grocery store (presumably Safeway) and it's close to closing time. Rather than wait in line with rushed bunch of people, I steal what I need and some things I want. It's always the same, except I buy different things in the dream. I almost always splurge on chocolatey things.
2nd: I'm in some sort of large building, sort of like a dormitory. I feel trapped. I do my best to escape. Details vary, but I'm usually in the same room at the beginning of the dream and end up on the outside of the building, scaling down it. The street belows is old and made of cobblestones. The view of the area makes me feel as if I'm in Europe, which I've never been. (So I'm not sure why it reminds me of Europe.)
3rd: It starts off with me at one place doing some chore or another and I find a castle on property way behind the building I'm in (or was in.) The castle is a maze of coridors, rooms and even tunnels and dungeons below. I recall dangerous obstacles in the rooms below ground. I have no clue why I go in, but I always do. I always take the risk. I usually encounter a gryphon within, but sometimes it's a large three-headed dog. Sometimes I'm accompanied by a dog.
I've had more, but my memory of them is fuzzy.
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I used to have some recurring dreams
that's one of the reasons I stopped sleeping until I was too exhausted to remember what I was dreaming about
And don't even get me started on falling/flying dreams where I apparently physically levitated out of beds