Weird Dreams/ Nightmares

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We had a great discussion about dreams last night after Pub Choir. Interesting enough bears entered the shadowlands of people's dreams. I wonder if it was Po catching up ... with his Satirical ass ... or whether we were looking at the bare thing from the wrong side of the gorse ... maybe it was just the briar chap ...

Then there is the dark interlinking of mediums when the body rests allowing the wraith of psyche to drift about. Many hard core sorts don;t believe in the wraith of mind ... what was her name again? Like wotan ... we remain in the woods as we really don't know much about social distributions ...
 
I'm literally sitting in a real Chinatown. The light is just starting to take on a golden dusky glow. There are red and gold paper lanterns hung across/ over the street. Seagulls are circling overhead scavenging for litter. I just walked by a restaurant playing funky music on on outdoor speaker. I'm on a seat in front of an import store and a coffee shop. I can see the exact balcony that was in my dream, except this one is newer/ more gentrified. And I can totally see how - if some of the store fronts weren't there - this could've been a be a wild maze of alleys and "secret" tunnels back in the day.

And I have walked down this street and sat here and taken in the scenery before - several months ago. Probably several times before over the years. So scenes like these get filed in the subconscious memory and act as a backdrop for a bit of imaginary theatre for your emotions to process in.

Just a thought that interested me on this lovely evening.
 
One has to read into the whole thing ... it is much illustrated in the dark as the word is often expressed for orienteering ... there are those preferring not to connect the two sides ... as one is refuted as philosophical about everything and nothing!

Thus paired chaos ...
 
I was watching old super 8 films my father had made of our family vacations in the 60ties and 70 ties last night.
This is what my dream world made out of that:
I am driving a friend and her grandson ( which she doesn’t have) through some city. We stop because she has to do some errands. Grandson has fallen asleep, so she says to just let him sleep in the car, “ he will be fine”. We start walking through the city, but don’t go into stores. It is rather a long journey and time goes by, I realize that three hours had passed and I am getting worried about grandson. My friend is not worried at all. We continue walking and end up in her appartment. I keep pressing her to return and look after the child. My mother and my brother suddenly show up and I decide to go back to take care of the child, but I can’t find the way and wake up.

Now if that was my inner child getting lost- why was he male and didn’t belong to my family?
 
Come to think of it- my brother had a fainting spell on sunday night and broke his nose. He lives alone and had just dragged himself to bed, only having my sister fix him up the next morning. So maybe the boy I couldn’t get to, was actually my brother....
 
Could be.

Mine Indicated some vulnerability and disillusionment with reality, feeling unsafe. The weed in my dream was setting myself up for a "bad trip". It was harmful to myself. The old men were also symbols of distrust. The prostitutes were independent but vulnerable - like me, I think. They weren't particularly sexual - they were just not mainstream, anti-establishment, but prone to exploitation. I think the bear and the dog represented trusting something/ someone that turns on you, and being shocked and scared by it - and saddened by loss (dog = friend). The whole dream, I felt vulnerable, yet independent, too. The musicians and the vultures represented predators - the former, overlooked or excused, and even venerated. The latter, vultures, obvious predators. Silk kept showing up and maybe that's because it was Chinatown - but it's supposed to represent affluence or high aspirations. I don't know if that's the case in my dream. I like shiny things, in reality - nice fabrics would catch my eye in reality. Incidentally, Roman Polanski (who was charged with sexually assaulting a teenage girl, and accused by at least one more - made a movie called Chinatown) - a bizarre film noir story that I have never seen all of - but at some point I learned that he made that film - so little bits of things that you don't realize registered in your brain show up in dreams.

Everyday, the reality in the world gets more bizarre and often upsetting but we stuff it away, block it out so we can get on with the day. Maybe dreams - the unpleasant ones - help us process that, like mental digestion, so we can get on with waking reality.
 
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I like physical liberation dreams, in which I experience peaceful sense of well-being. I could be flying, squatting, running like the wind....I love those dreams.
 
There was also a sense that I had run into a trap. That the woman in my dream was not a protector, but she was a pimp. But it wasn't necessarily sexual just generally feeling taken advantage of/ tricked.
 
Could be.

Mine Indicated some vulnerability and disillusionment with reality, feeling unsafe. The weed in my dream was setting myself up for a "bad trip". It was harmful to myself. The old men were also symbols of distrust. The prostitutes were independent but vulnerable - like me, I think. They weren't particularly sexual - they were just not mainstream, anti-establishment, but prone to exploitation. I think the bear and the dog represented trusting something/ someone that turns on you, and being shocked and scared by it - and saddened by loss (dog = friend). The whole dream, I felt vulnerable, yet independent, too. The musicians and the vultures represented predators - the former, overlooked or excused, and even venerated. The latter, vultures, obvious predators. Silk kept showing up and maybe that's because it was Chinatown - but it's supposed to represent affluence or high aspirations. I don't know if that's the case in my dream. I like shiny things, in reality - nice fabrics would catch my eye in reality. Incidentally, Roman Polanski (who was charged with sexually assaulting a teenage girl, and accused by at least one more - made a movie called Chinatown) - a bizarre film noir story that I have never seen all of - but at some point I learned that he made that film - so little bits of things that you don't realize registered in your brain show up in dreams.

Everyday, the reality in the world gets more bizarre and often upsetting but we stuff it away, block it out so we can get on with the day. Maybe dreams - the unpleasant ones - help us process that, like mental digestion, so we can get on with waking reality.
Here's a quote from a poem called "The Dream" by Leonard Cohen "At last, he said to himself, the spirit has taken up some of the heavy work"
 
I wonder if dreams are the wacky stories our minds make of the prevalent thoughts occupying us while we're asleep.
 
sometimes it's so bizarre like some mixture of yours and others' thoughts - like a collective mind thing. That's just my imagination probably, though. Thinking of other dimensions, etc. I ponder once in awhile. Intersectional universes?
 
I wonder if dreams are the wacky stories our minds make of the prevalent thoughts occupying us while we're asleep.
It seems that way sometimes. Other times a dream will form about an absolutely minor detail from my day.
 
sometimes it's so bizarre like some mixture of yours and others' thoughts - like a collective mind thing. That's just my imagination probably, though. Thinking of other dimensions, etc. I ponder once in awhile. Intersectional universes?
Jung would absolutely concur. Apparently the collective unconscious understands the trove of iconic, cultural stories that give context to our various human dilemmas. Idea is we draw from the same consciousness well.
 
Jung would absolutely concur. Apparently the collective unconscious understands the trove of iconic, cultural stories that give context to our various human dilemmas. Idea is we draw from the same consciousness well.

Is this cross-cultural? When we say collective unconscious, are we talking all the stories, or just the ones we understand?
 
Is this cross-cultural? When we say collective unconscious, are we talking all the stories, or just the ones we understand?
And that's where it falls apart for me. Stories in the "Collective Unconsciousness" all seem to be based in Western traditions, although there are exceptions. Those are likely misappropriations of other's stories out of context.
 
all seem to be based in Western traditions, although there are exceptions. Those are likely misappropriations of other's stories out of context.

Ever read The Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman? It's a re-telling of some of the stories of Anansi, an African "trickster" type god.
 
...our dreams - though some symbols are universally understood, you can find different meanings via other interpreters. I think, really, our dreams are about what we interpret them to mean. Like we do other stories.
 
...our dreams - though some symbols are universally understood, you can find different meanings via other interpreters. I think, really, our dreams are about what we interpret them to mean.

For value one has to broaden observations! Thus outlandish spreads ...
 
...our dreams - though some symbols are universally understood, you can find different meanings via other interpreters. I think, really, our dreams are about what we interpret them to mean. Like we do other stories.

Agreed, but wyrdly, some really basic things, like colour meanings, vary widely. Look at the uses of black, white, and red in western versus eastern cultures, and all their literature.
 
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