I had a marathon wacky dream last night. Anyone with insight. I know Jeff is into this! To about age 5 I had a best neighborhood playmate, Patrick, that I never saw again after about age 9 when we moved to an even farther out neighborhood. In my dream, Patrick instead had been kidnapped as a child and sold at adoption to an unknowing and innocent family. Now as an adult, this was discovered and Patrick was about to be re-united with his family-- a single mom and his sister. In the dream, he was a married with a family etc. It seems that I learned about this via the standard news channels. After so many years, I akwardly went to the family house to congratulate him and his family on the reunion and lo and behold the place was gradually over-run with people and media of all sorts. Eventually the house was just packed with people. I had some pillows with me and napped out in the flower bed while waiting for him to show. Once in a while I'd get up and go inside but he had yet to arrive. Every time I checked the house there were more and more people gathering. The throng was comprised of people that I knew from every walk of my life-- but virtually none of them would have known Patrick. The dream went on for, seemingly, the entire night. I know this because I kept waking every hour or so and I remember checking the clock and ruminating on what I recalled of the most recent dream sequence. In the course of the dream I never did get to see Patrick. The last thing I remember is that some members of his immediate family arrived as a prelude to his arrival. The excitement was buzzing. I guess I just didn't sleep long enough because I never saw him in the dream. Here's the reality. At age 18 Patrick, a young father, had killed himself by shotgun in the family garage. I've know this since I too was age 18. This was one of those powerful, emotional dreams that makes you cry in your sleep and conversely pulsate with joy at the possibilities it indicated. I woke up just so exhausted and with a compelling desire to contact Patrick's mother.
I had a dream I was in junior high again, except everyone at the school were teenagers from my old highschool. The junior high had some changes though, metal detectors, really cool futuristic elevators without a roof so you can watch yourself go to the next floor, etc. A lot of people were wearing trenchcoats though which was strange, automatically when I woke up I thought of the Columbine thing... Anyway, I kept getting late for my classes because I kept forgetting where they were. I ended up getting detention for all of my tardies, but thankfully, I woke up before I had to serve the time... It was a very uneventful and stupid dream...no naked women, nothing...
giddyup: That is a facinating dream. I've been gone all day and just dropped in to look around after my wife mentioned this thread to me so I don't have time to respond at the moment. But, I will. I already have some ideas.
giddyup, Jeff is the expert, and I look forward to reading his post, but I'd enjoy speculating, if you don't mind. To me, the huge thing is the fact that you wanted to call Patrick's mother when you woke up. The fact the dream seemed to be building toward your actually seeing him reminds me of tons of dreams I've had where I'm eagerly anticipating seeing someone too. Maybe this is too obvious, but I think the dream is partly visiting feelings of grief you may feel about his death, even if it was a long time ago and you weren't in touch with him since you were little. The setup seems rather metaphoric for his death and negotiating with grief. The fact that he was "kidnapped," but there are no hard feelings, only a sense of loss. The fact that he's reuniting with his family and you're there to be reunited with him too. There's a little bit of chaos too in the hordes of people and media there, which could signify your feeling overwhelmed and confused in dealing with these feelings. Death is fundamentally scary. Seems appropriate. What's really interesting is that you were able to maintain the dream even after waking up periodically. That's one heck of a powerful dream, and I think your mind is definitely trying to express something, whatever it is. Why are you having this dream now? I don't know; maybe you've thought about Patrick recently and/or maybe you're connecting someone else close to you, someone who may have passed away or whom you miss or feel insecure about, to Patrick. I'd think about what Patrick means to you and why he might be on your mind right now. Anyway, those are my impressions. If you figure out what the dream means and/or Jeff explains it for you, let us know. There might be a message here we all could benefit from
<b>relativist</b>: I think two things contributed to the timing: 1) I just returned from a rare visit in Houston where I think a lot about the people in my past with whom I have lost contact over 25+ years of being away, and 2) I am alone in my home because my wife and kids have gone to visit her parents. I'll be joining them tomorrow.
I had a dream I went to a summer camp where I shacked up with none other than Natalie Portman. She wasn't a famous movie star in the dream. Not sure why it was her other than I think she's cute and all this talk about her in the new SW film in her white outfit must have implanted into my brain. Anyway...we had a fling at the camp and all was good. But, most of what I can remember is coming back on the school bus. I thought it we loved each other. It was very tearful and depressing as we had one of those discussions that the relationship would not continue. I spilled my beans telling her I wanted to see her again and that we were good together. I was upset and she was crying. We were comforting each other and kissing the whole ride back. Then, as the bus pulls in to her stop, she drops a bombshell on me. She tells me she is gay and that this was just a summer camp fling. So, there is no way she could end up with me and she won't see me again after this. Then, after she said that, she stood up, grabbed her bag and exited the back of the bus(through the emergency exit?). I kept looking at her...she was kind of sad and I was sad. As she walked off, she didn't turn around even once to look back at me even though I was watching her the whole time. Things were going so well before the bus trip back. She was really cute in the dream as well. Then, I woke up feeling kind of sad . Now, I've got a gun to my head and I want her back(this last part is not true).
I'm bringing this back to the top because I'm a sucker for Jeff's dream interps. Surfguy, I hate dreams like that. (although I've never had the other party tell me she was gay)
