What did you dream about last night?

[amanda]

I was at an Indian restaurant and had just cleaned my shoes all over their clean floor, including placing grains of rice. A worker arrived and said she was sure she'd cleaned the night before.

I leave my red jacket, but get it back later.

Then a woman needs an ambulance, I have to leave and can't get my shopping jeep - I think another woman has taken it. So I follow her, try to catch her, say 'you've taken my jeep'.

Finally catch up to her, and see that it is....her jeep. So mine is still somewhere else. I owe her an apology but then don't have my raincoat and it's raining.

[amanda]

I was in a building like a university one, on a tour, taking pictures with an older style camera. I saw someone else with the same camera who folded out a part that gave them a range of different size measurements to focus on things like a clock.

The lecturer then turned on the air con so we had to vacate that room.

[crissdee]

In an entirely predictable and Freudian way, last night I had a dream featuring a large and powerful gun.


Make of that what you will......

[jenny]

Sometimes a gun is simply a gun...

[bigmartin]

I was in a huge second-hand bookshop and found a 2 volume set of books of poetry I fancied. They didn't have prices on them as the shop used a strange system of symbols for everything. I took one of the books to a pillar that had the explanation of the code stuck to it and decided to buy the two volumes but, when I got back to the shelf someone had taken volume 2 and I didn't want just the one. I put that back and wandered into another room a found a load of a series of slim military history books that I've got a fair collection of down near the floor. I got down and pulled them out to see if there were any I'd not got. However, the more I looked they morphed into other things or covered very odd subjects. Then, suddenly, I was outside trying to catch a bus home. The young lady next to me in the queue was leaning heavily on me. The bus then arrived and we got on and I was struggling to find money for the fare as she continued to lean on me.

[crissdee]

A surprise appearance of someone other than SWSOIWLTB to represent whatever it is that the aforementioned acronym represents in my dream world. Last night it was one of my other (too many) missed opportunities, the one who shared her name with our Queen of the Fora. She seemed quite desirous of my intimate company, but I had to temporarily excuse myself because my cowboy guns needed cleaning (which they don't).

Make of this what you will....

[celebaelin]

Yes - your dirty, dirty cowboy guns.

I had a very dull dream about the Stock Market.  It wasn't even as exciting as it sounds.

[jenny]

But did you pick up any useful tips?

[celebaelin]

Sadly no.  I find that charts and graphs are my best friends in that regard and none were present in the dream.

[amanda]

Lining up/we were told there was the chance to see recently deceased racehorse Black Caviar. When we got there - I was front of the line for the next group - it was like a boom thing that came down showing digital images.

Also saw a tram that had terminated in the suburbs that had a petrol motor attached.

[RLDavies]

Such a realistic bit of news about an early unpublished Beatles recording being found ("I Want to Hold Your Hand" in a different version) that I'm almost tempted to check that it's not true.

In a completely different dream, but also about discoveries, a large bronze statue of Apollo being discovered in an ancient Greek temple. The right arm was hinged at the shoulder and the right hand held a dagger that had a reservoir for poison. It was deduced that accused criminals were brought before the statue at trial, and if they were found guilty, the arm would swing down and strike them with the dagger.

I can vaguely understand dreaming about the statue, since I recently read a book about ancient Greek art. No idea about the Beatles recording, since even if it was true I wouldn't much care.

[celebaelin]

I had an alien parasite on my right arm.

It was brightly coloured, at some points more so than at others, and had an exoskeleton that felt very unnatural; sort of like polystyrene but much sturdier although I could break bits off it when it grew too much.  I had difficulty persuading anyone that it was anything out of the ordinary however and before I could convince people it was unusual the entire thing fell off and seemed to die - at which point you could see from the underside that it was clearly biological.

[Bondee]

Aug 23, 2024 15:41:24 GMT celebaelin said:

I had an alien parasite on my right arm.

That's no way to talk about the wife!

[crissdee]

A common theme in my dreams is my inability to complete a simple task due to some external problem, usually I cannot find my way home because familiar roads either do not lead where they should, or they turn into otherwise impassable treks (cliff faces etc.) Last night, as a variation on the theme, I was unable to repair something because I couldn't find my tools..

Also, during that dream, I figured out a neat way of attaching a large box to the end of a rope, so that I could lower it down to someone. I intend to locate a box and a rope to try it out later...

2 days later.. It worked.

[emily]

I didn't sleep.

After both my hands went numb and I started seeing purple light things in the sky, well. yeah.

[RLDavies]

Unusually, I had a dream about face-blindness. I had separated from some casual acquaintances in a large place full of people (which was variably a school, office, shopping centre, etc.). I was trying to find these people again, and had a very realistic level of anxiety about not being able to identify them.

The scriptwriter finally decided the place itself was more interesting, settled on it being a sort of hell-themed bar/club, and I bought a drink and watched the show.

[amanda]

The last dream before I woke up for the morning:
I was part of a church choir, going in and out for each performance. After a longer time out of the church, the alarm had to be turned off. Most the others were taller than me.

[emily]

Being chased through new york by a giant box of all my past mistakes

Caught up to me and growled at me. Hit me too

[tetsabb]

I dream vividly, but seldom remember details once I wake.
But last night I remember one in which I was at a wedding in a suit and tie, but was told I had to get to Corfu immediately. At Gatwick, I had terrible trouble finding where to check in, even though I had worked there for years. The flight was with Monarch Airlines who, IRL, have not operated for several years.
The plane was hot and crowded, but I managed to sit with some former colleagues from my tome at Highways. The cabin of the plane was more like the lounge of a ship.
On arrival in Corfu, I was presented with a bag of more suitable clothing (I was still in suit and tie), but also with some form of gun,with which I was supposed to assassinate an unspecified individual.
I have never seen myself in a Bond-type rôle 😉

[RLDavies]

I had some fun drawing on someone else's artwork, and then found out they were just about to submit the artwork for publication. Spent the rest of the dream trying to get myself alone with the drawings and an eraser, but never had the opportunity. Very anxiety-producing.

Even after I woke up, went back to sleep, and started on an Avengers-type spy adventure, I was still trying to sneak these boards away and do some quick erasing.

[alexanderhoward]

I had been badgered all day by work emails even though I am meant to be on holiday. At night in my dream I was answering the emails, which felt much better, to get them out of the way in the dead time of the night. My rational mind kept breaking in to tell me this is just a dream and I am not actually sending emails, to which another subconscious argued that emails are only virtual, generated electronically and not by a physical action, so of course I could do it all in my mind, to which the rational mind noted that if that were the case, my unreasoning dream-state would be sending nonsense that would get me sacked. At some point then I woke up in panic.

[amanda]

I was at a counselling office, waiting for my counsellor. The librarian at the history library had a smaller ipad in addition to her regular computer and I then knocked over some grey and purple Lego style knights, had to pick up the pieces and find out which bits went together.

[crissdee]

Hardly dreamt at all these last six days, because I have hardly slept. I spent the last five nights in either my car or a tent, and this morning was the first of those mornings in which I have not woken up shivering in the very early hours. The first night (in the car) I did not sleep until about 5 am, and then only for an hour or so. Despite wearing full-length thermal underwear and an insulated snow suit, and borrowing a large blanket, I simply could not stay warm until last night, when the weather got a bit milder. I shall have to make better arrangements for next season.

The only dream I remember featured "you know who". We were both in business attire, suit and tie for me, skirt and blouse with high heeled shoes for her, a situation I have only known once in our friendship when we went to a friend's wedding. We were running through a back street of west London, desperate to get to "Kirby St" (which does exist, I find, but not in west London). Why we had to get there was not made clear..

[amanda]

My dream on the very windy night (when I could sleep) involved seeing my neighbour at my window, the bit of fallen fence behind her, asking me for help.

[amanda]

Bit of a nightmare here, woke up at 12.30 am from it. I heard a noise so went to investigate it, took my torch and stood at the bathroom door, and saw a man in there. I tried to ask him what was he doing, but couldn't speak.

[RLDavies]

I dreamt I was poking around in a junk shop and found a copy of Derren Brown's book Absolute Magic for £25. It had apparently been swept up with a load of other books in an estate clearance and sold to the shop, which didn't know what they had either. The front cover was slightly jarred, as though it had been dropped at some point, but it looked otherwise in good shape with clean pages. So I bought it along with some other books, trying not to look excited. Spent the rest of the dream making plans to sit down and check over all the pages, and deciding where to sell it and whether to try to get it autographed first.

In real life, I do own a copy of Absolute Magic, which I bought for a sensible price when the second edition came out. It's out of print now, much sought after, and sells for several hundred. But it's a rather unprepossessing-looking book that doesn't look like a collector's item, so it's plausible that a copy might be found cheap in a small secondhand shop.

Anyway, it was such a realistic dream that when I woke up, I still thought it was real for some time. I am now severely disappointed.

[crissdee]

That book looks positively magisterial compared to a book I have about the Whitechapel murders. Barely 5" by 7" and a quarter inch thick paperback, sold for 9d in 1949. I paid £125 for my copy.....

[pdr]

Well if we're talking rare first editions then one of my more treasured possessions is this:





While it's unlikely to ever be the subject of a James Naughty book programme or be adapted as a Ridley Scott movie, Hoerner was rather famous in aeronautical circles and has several eponymous aeroplane features (like the "Hoerner Wing Tip"). Hoerner was one of the eminent German engineers taken to america under Operation Paperclip, but they didn't know what to do with him. To market his expertise he offered to write them "The definitive reference text on aerodynamic drag - the analytical summary of the whole subject", ask9ing merely to have a small stipend to cover food and rent for the few months he said it would take. The American academics scoffed that such a work would be intellectually impossible, so the offer was declined. Hoerner approached publishers directly and got a similar response. So he took menial day jobs while compiling his manuscript and then offered it to publishers and universities and was again rebuffed. But he knew he was right, so he published the book himself using his original typed manuscript and hand-drawn diagrams through a small print shop using photo-offset processes, and binding the books himself on his kitchen table. He sold these books by mail order from his flat. It was so well received that there were soon later, properly typeset editions produced by the usual academic publishers. The second revision of the book (called "Hydrodynamic Drag" because it included both air drag and liquid drag) is still the standard text book for aerodynamics and aeronautical engineering students to this day.


But THIS copy is one of the first print run of the first edition, hand-bound by Hoerner himself. It's in the crude typewriter font (Courier) and has the hand-drawn graphs & diagrams. In 1986 I found it in a London junk shop in a box of technical books that he sold me for 20p because they came from a house clearance and he didn't know what to do with them. I gather it could be worth well over a thousand quid, but I'm not parting with it (although it's detailed in the side-letter attached to our wills to guide my wife/daughters on the bits of my junk that are "special"). In the same book was a 1920 book on propeller design by Henry Watts - a name that will mean nothing outside the small group of geeks who recognise the term "Watts Propeller" in regard to 1930s fighter aircraft including early spitfires and hurricanes. That one isn't worth much to anyone but me!

PDR

[amanda]

I was following my friend to a station, along a busy platform, then couldn't see him anywhere. I thought he might have gone to the other platform from where his trains departed.
A boy came along the tracks with a covered cage and handing out slices of bread. People were refusing the bread as it was being made by killing rats. A rat then stole my bread.

Also at the school library, the librarian was cleaning out a messy craft shelf/area, lots of small cardboard cut out things. Kids came for laptops and tried to take the trolleys, we had to say they couldn't take those.

[crissdee]

I was playing host, fortunately in a much larger home, to a large group of Hollywood stars who were either about to star in a "Soldiers of Fortune" type movie, or were actually soldiers of fortune in their spare time. Sly Stallone was cooking us breakfast, frying the largest eggs I have ever seen. Ryan Reynolds was there, and we were discussing the frankly impractically gigantic boat in which they would be going into action, either cinematic or actual...