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Did I delete my post ... or was that just an hallucination brought on by that new medication of yours?
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I just awoke from a nap, and in it I had a dream that I will tell, since it's fairly sedate for being one of mine, and since it at least initially has a little bit to do with IFM.
I was talking to Liandra (good start, yes, I know), who was organising some kind of query form, and she wanted me to go around and deliver it to all the other IFM members, but I had to explain to her that my utter lack of social skills made such a task impossible for me. She went on to say that it would probably be necessary for all the members to submit a portrait photo of themselves for the IFM archives, because of some new law. I gave her one, and didn't feel any particular way about it.
Liandra said she was going to go outside to bask in the sun for a while, and I thought I might as well go for a walk. "Outside" turned out to be rather picturesque jungle (I saw nothing odd in this), and after having walked for a while, I saw James Gandolfini (Tony Soprano from "The Sopranos", big scary guy) sitting in a tanker truck talking to Patrick Stewart (Captain Picard from "Star Trek: The Next Generation", bald, noble looking guy). They seemed to be having an argument. Gandolfini suddenly lunged out of the truck saying that he'd had it, and proceeded to tear of the paint from the side of the truck. He pointed to a small opening into the tank and said that this hole was surrounded and insulated by the remains of the face of someone who had taken a shotgun blast to the face. Upon closer inspection, I could see that this was indeed so.
Stewart started talking to Gandolfini, who turned into a replica of Stewart and gave the original one a handful of stuff from his pocket: pencils and a pen knife. This stuff appeared to have immense magnetic properties, because some kind of caravan of trucks behind the two guys started to be dragged towards them, a rather impressive sight. One of the trucks turned over, but then everything returned to normal and the rest of the trucks went on their way. The Gandolfini replica of Stewart was crying at this point.
That's it. So how about it, West Wind? What do you make of it, other than the fact that I watch too many American TV series? Pardon me for the disjointed, repetitive writing, but I'm still a little dizzy, as i wanted to write this down before I forgot it. It's a fairly typical example of my dreams, though it doesn't feature any of the recurring motifs that commonly appear in them.
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You lost me at the point at which you started to pay more attention to James Gandolfini and Patrick Stewart than to Liandra. Clearly your dreams aren't very bright.
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I did get a little annoyed at the point where she walked off, I must say .
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I just awoke from a nap, and in it I had a dream that I will tell, since it's fairly sedate for being one of mine, and since it at least initially has a little bit to do with IFM.
I was talking to Liandra (good start, yes, I know), who was organising some kind of query form, and she wanted me to go around and deliver it to all the other IFM members, but I had to explain to her that my utter lack of social skills made such a task impossible for me. She went on to say that it would probably be necessary for all the members to submit a portrait photo of themselves for the IFM archives, because of some new law. I gave her one, and didn't feel any particular way about it.
Liandra said she was going to go outside to bask in the sun for a while, and I thought I might as well go for a walk. "Outside" turned out to be rather picturesque jungle (I saw nothing odd in this), and after having walked for a while, I saw James Gandolfini (Tony Soprano from "The Sopranos", big scary guy) sitting in a tanker truck talking to Patrick Stewart (Captain Picard from "Star Trek: The Next Generation", bald, noble looking guy). They seemed to be having an argument. Gandolfini suddenly lunged out of the truck saying that he'd had it, and proceeded to tear of the paint from the side of the truck. He pointed to a small opening into the tank and said that this hole was surrounded and insulated by the remains of the face of someone who had taken a shotgun blast to the face. Upon closer inspection, I could see that this was indeed so.
Stewart started talking to Gandolfini, who turned into a replica of Stewart and gave the original one a handful of stuff from his pocket: pencils and a pen knife. This stuff appeared to have immense magnetic properties, because some kind of caravan of trucks behind the two guys started to be dragged towards them, a rather impressive sight. One of the trucks turned over, but then everything returned to normal and the rest of the trucks went on their way. The Gandolfini replica of Stewart was crying at this point.
That's it. So how about it, West Wind? What do you make of it, other than the fact that I watch too many American TV series? Pardon me for the disjointed, repetitive writing, but I'm still a little dizzy, as i wanted to write this down before I forgot it. It's a fairly typical example of my dreams, though it doesn't feature any of the recurring motifs that commonly appear in them.
Burlesque.
I'll have a go.
Tell me, Burlesque, do you prefer American TV shows or British TV shows?
I ask this because your dreams seem to like American shows and they are not ashamed to rub it in the face of Patrick Stewart, this dreams representation of British drama. Think of it this way: James Gandolfini played in The Sopranos, a top rating American drama series, and Patrick Stewart is a classically trained actor (If you had ever heard his accent before he studies acting, you'd never recognise or understand him).
Like you said it was a very heated arguement. Both styles of drama have alot to offer, but in your mind, America wins out. Here's why:
Patrick Stewart uses his skills as an actor to impress his public, wherer as James Gandolfini (in true American style) prefers to be more visual, using imagery to stun shock and amaze (this person who took the shotgun blast) rather than the pure oratorical power used by Stewart. This becomes more apparent after Gandolfini uses this magnetic pocket full of stuff that attracts the trucks. Stewart sees this and knows he cant keep up.
British drama simply dosent have what you're looking for in your mind.
This whole thing about Liandra and the photos would be a curriosity of sorts to put the names to the faces of board members.
Hope this helped.
Well... there was nothing in my dark side that really interested me. I guess I just dont have what it takes to be a bad guy.
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Hey, I always thought I preferred British drama ... This is interesting and I'll think about it, but do you really think this dream is about schools of acting?
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I dont think it's about schools of acting, more like which has the better shows and who entertains more. I go for British comedy, personally. It's funnier and you can get away with heaps more than what you can see in the over political, stale and easily offended American comedy series.
Well... there was nothing in my dark side that really interested me. I guess I just dont have what it takes to be a bad guy.
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You know, West Wind, I am a rather shallow person, but I sincerely doubt that I'm shallow enough to have deeply emotional dreams about what kind of TV show I prefer. I thank you for your effort, but I'm quite sure Mr. Gandolfini and Mr. Stewart represent something other than themselves in my dream.
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It's my fault Burlesque. I didnt give your dream enough time for a thorough enough reading. I've got alot of things going on at the moment, but if you would like me to have another go later, I'll give it a go.
Well... there was nothing in my dark side that really interested me. I guess I just dont have what it takes to be a bad guy.
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Be my guest .
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Okay, I have to write this down quickly as I hardly ever remember my dreams…
There was this aardvark in my house. It was like a medium size pig with a really long snout. She had been in my house for a few weeks. I come home and find her in my bedroom sucking up plums through her nose. Maybe she was an anteater? (I just bought some plums in real life.) Then she tries to eat an apple and that’s what finally sets me off to get her out. So I corral her out the door. Just as she is going out the door a tiny baby aardvark/pig/anteater thing pops out. I have a brief moment of guilt for kicking her out. Next I see her outside my window appearing to be okay and just going about being an aardvark/pig/anteater.
Am sure some of you could have some fun with this one
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I haven't a clue what aardvarks represent but the eviction of it could represent a feeling that you need to "cleanse" or change some part of yourself or your life. This is reinforced by the baby aardvark. Birth often represents a new begining.
Incidentaly to see an elf in your dream refers to some imbalance and disharmony in your life. The elf often serves as a guide of the soul.
All bollocks this, isn't it? Fascinating none the less.
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Freud said that aardvarks in dreams are symbolic of your need to put out ant-killer to rid your bedroom of an infestation, which is, of course, symbolic of your body. Jung disagreed and felt they were the archetype for all insectivores and as such had enormous social and psychological significance. Marx likened the ants to the working classes, so aardvarks are, naturally, the exploitive plutocrats who get fat on their suffering. Aardvarks will be first against the wall when the revolution comes. Germaine Greer noted that the queen ant cannot survive without the workers to help her, so the aardvark, which destroys her home and source of sustenance, is symbolic of the warmongering phallocentric patriarchy.
I now hand the microphone over to Lia to tell us about ant/aardvark cannibalistic slash fiction.
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I can't stop laughing. Stop the insanity!!!! Thank you Warmtouch. It's all so clear now
BTW, are you drunk?
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I don't think Warmtouch is drunk, he's just developed a sense of humour lately. I know that's quite a shock to all of us, but a pleasant kind of shock .
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I can't stop laughing. Stop the insanity!!!! Thank you Warmtouch. It's all so clear now
BTW, are you drunk?
I do not get drunk. I am not capable of being drunk. While I am awake and drinking, I retain such rigid control over my behavior that I am for all practical purposes except operating heavy machinery, sober. When I reach the end of my ability to exercise such control, I fall asleep. Therefore I am never observed to be drunk, nor do I ever feel drunk. Living in Britain, this is a bitch, as public drunkenness is a civic requirement. You are not allowed to have a driver's license, vote, or get married unless you have been demonstrably rat-assed on three separate occasions in the presence of witnesses.
I also resent the implication that I might have a sense of humor.
I forgot to mention that Foucault observed that ant and aardvark exist in a socially constructed power-relationship to one another which underpins and explains much of postwar French philosophy. Like the aardvark of your dreams, he, too, had considerable interest in sucking on plums.
Dr. Samuel Johnson felt that aardvarks were necessarily primal, ab initio; in his book, they took precedence over all other things.
Zen buddhism asks us to consider whether, if an aardvark sucks up plums in the bedroom and there's nobody there to dream about it, are the plums actually gone?
Apples have served as metaphors for sex since the dawn of time. I believe it is significant that the aardvark plum-theft did not bother you until it then started on the apples. The thought of losing the apples was enough to cause you to eject the aardvark. This must signify a repressed fear that you might not get laid anytime soon. I understand entirely and sympathize.
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I do not get drunk. I am not capable of being drunk. While I am awake and drinking, I retain such rigid control over my behavior that I am for all practical purposes except operating heavy machinery, sober. When I reach the end of my ability to exercise such control, I fall asleep.
Funny thing, that's the way I am with wanking
This must signify a repressed fear that you might not get laid anytime soon. I understand entirely and sympathize.
Oh, there's no repression about it. It's pure, unadulterated, unrepressed fear.
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"I apologise, Warmtouch, I never meant to imply that you are in any way amusing," Burlesque said, chastised, while discreetly rolling on the floor.
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I dreamt last night that it was an incredibly hot day and that all of the water had evaporated from my pond. The clay was baked hard by the sun. I dug down looking for the fish. When I discovered them they had been fossilized into the surrounding clay.
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Analysing dreams is so personal. I had a dream last night and woke at 4 in the morning and thought about it and worked out exactly what it meant. I was amused by it but I couldn't even begin to tell you about it, it's too personal I think on the occasions you do that it's a bit like seeing a counsellor, you clarify your own thoughts. I hope this isn't a totally useless post It's just that when I get chatting, no-one can ever shut me up, you can even try it if you want, it won't work.
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It's just that when I get chatting, no-one can ever shut me up, you can even try it if you want, it won't work..
No one would want to mate.
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I have had a series of sort of inter-connected, highly personal dreams (the same person "plays the lead" in all of them) over the last few nights, and they are getting to annoy me a great deal. They are not nightmares, it's just that they are about an individual whom I am trying to forget. Sometimes I wish I could challenge my subconscious to a duel to the death.
Burlesque.
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If one really does the work, preferably immediately upon waking up, most dreams can be deciphered, and since it is always impossible to convey the emotion of a dream (and I've found that interpreting a dream works best if I start with the feeling of it), no one else can do it as well as the person who had the dream - I agree completely.
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To be completely honest I think that dream analysis is dubious and possibly dangerous if taken seriously. I think that since we are all different creatures possessed of our own experiences and “wiring” then the way that our subconscious mind’s leak over into our conscious - which is surely what dreaming is – and the ways that manifests itself and is interpreted by our consciousness has to be very subjective. If this is true then to give a specific meaning to any “dream image” is surely impossible.
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Bullshit! (Only kidding. I just wanted to write that word once in this forum; I have been tempted so many times .)
I find I can generally trace the feeling of a dream to a specific situation in real life, and once I've done that, the dream imagery starts explaining itself almost automatically, but it may be that I'm just incredibly, awe-inspiringly talented.
I am sceptical of the "schools" of dream interpretation, since they are, like the Elf implies, too generalistic and do not take the individual and his/her personal experiences into consideration.
Burlesque.
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