Talk about your dreams

Sarto-speak. You really need to come out of the shadows Fwiffo Fwiffo and see all of DW

When you're broke and dress like a pauper, there isn't much else to do but linger in the Life and Entertainment sections.
 
I dreamt I was in some uber interactive, highly manipulatable human history museum and that some one in my family came back from an Interstellar-sqe journey.
 
I dream that i was a illegal immigrant from yemen and when i got to dulles I got held and sent to gitmo. When I woke up I was glad to be venezuelan.
 
I had a dream I was talking to my brother about insuring marine cargo shipments to countries that are under financial sanctions. Iran was there, but so was China. China's not under sanctions.
 
Last night I had a dream that John Slattery invited me to his home for dinner. The dining area was separated by a centre partition. It looked more like my parents' basement as we walked downstairs. On one entrance, there was a trolley of cardboard boxes presumably holding all the sandwiches that were in the middle of the dining table. Several random caucasian faces were sitting there. At the end of the table was Charlton Heston. I sat somewhere in between the two men so I had to turn left and right as the conversation bounced between Slattery and Heston. Then Slattery got animated and stood up in the middle of our meal and every time he'd challenge Heston, Heston would eat more. Except he took the meat from another sandwich and placed it on what remained of his first sandwich. He would continuously do this stacking the excess lettuce and pickles on a discarded sandwich that was sitting in the centre in front of me. Until at some point there were too many pickles in the end and it toppled over. Then I woke up.
 
I go into this restaurant with a suit and tie. It's an older restaurant that claims to be all about seafood - I reckon some Mediterranean country. Anyway, I come in and it's busy but one glance at the high top tables and the bar and it's all senior citizens. I think to myself my alumni events have a younger median age than this.

I navigate past rows of old women and go to the back half of the square bar (three serving sides) and find a spot when a row of Golden Girls like women leave with their fruity cocktails. I sit down and look for a bartender but they're all busy so a black waitress comes by with a Caribbean accent and says don't order from them, I'll take care of you. I ask for Crown Royal on the rocks and she disappears to get my drink. Now I think it's a mistake to give this woman tip and the cheque because the bartenders behind the bar are free again and have already served other customers. Finally she comes back and she gives me Crown Royal with one big rock in a frozen stein glass. I stare at the drink for a few seconds and the woman bartender, another black woman, starts laughing at me and offers to take the ice out with tongs so I can try to drink it.

At this point a hostess comes to ask me whether I want the table as it is now free. I go to the table and on my way past the hostess station bump into one of my lady friends. She's in a ravishing evening dress and we are both seated. I check whether she needs to go back to work afterwards and she says yes so we order white wine by the glass. As usual she needs to go to the washroom before I even order food, so I get up as she leaves the table (yes I'm old fashioned when it comes to dates). And as I'm staring at the menu and about to sit down, another lady friend rushes in with an equally ravishing dress and a pashmina and says, "Sorry I'm late! Oh you ordered wine for me already. Sit down and let's eat." As she fumbles to take off her pashmina and finds a place for her purse the other woman returns to the table and sees both of us - I'm still standing.

Sheepishly, I said in a higher pitched voice, "Can we get a table for three and eat together?"

The first woman leaves. The second woman puts her pashmina back on and takes her purse. She turns her cheek towards me and says, "Come on, give me a kiss before we both leave you."

And then I woke up.
 
I go into this restaurant with a suit and tie. It's an older restaurant that claims to be all about seafood - I reckon some Mediterranean country. Anyway, I come in and it's busy but one glance at the high top tables and the bar and it's all senior citizens. I think to myself my alumni events have a younger median age than this.

I navigate past rows of old women and go to the back half of the square bar (three serving sides) and find a spot when a row of Golden Girls like women leave with their fruity cocktails. I sit down and look for a bartender but they're all busy so a black waitress comes by with a Caribbean accent and says don't order from them, I'll take care of you. I ask for Crown Royal on the rocks and she disappears to get my drink. Now I think it's a mistake to give this woman tip and the cheque because the bartenders behind the bar are free again and have already served other customers. Finally she comes back and she gives me Crown Royal with one big rock in a frozen stein glass. I stare at the drink for a few seconds and the woman bartender, another black woman, starts laughing at me and offers to take the ice out with tongs so I can try to drink it.

At this point a hostess comes to ask me whether I want the table as it is now free. I go to the table and on my way past the hostess station bump into one of my lady friends. She's in a ravishing evening dress and we are both seated. I check whether she needs to go back to work afterwards and she says yes so we order white wine by the glass. As usual she needs to go to the washroom before I even order food, so I get up as she leaves the table (yes I'm old fashioned when it comes to dates). And as I'm staring at the menu and about to sit down, another lady friend rushes in with an equally ravishing dress and a pashmina and says, "Sorry I'm late! Oh you ordered wine for me already. Sit down and let's eat." As she fumbles to take off her pashmina and finds a place for her purse the other woman returns to the table and sees both of us - I'm still standing.

Sheepishly, I said in a higher pitched voice, "Can we get a table for three and eat together?"

The first woman leaves. The second woman puts her pashmina back on and takes her purse. She turns her cheek towards me and says, "Come on, give me a kiss before we both leave you."

And then I woke up.

I had to check that this was not a regular Fwiffo Fwiffo post in Strange Things Seen Daily by Me
 
I met one of the women today and recounted my dream. She can attest it's a dream.
 
I had a dream last night where I was in the middle of a financial district office building. The ones with at least two or three floors of lobby space, escalators and revolving doors. One of my lady friends walks by in a floral blue dress and a white cardigan. I follow her going out a revolving door to chase her. We end up staring at each other through the glass but she somehow stops the revolving door and shakes her head and points a finger back into the concourse.

In the middle of the concourse I see another lady friend. She's in those black yoga trousers with a white jumper. I call out her name to get her attention and all she does is puts on her hood and runs off to another part of the building where again I can't leave through the revolving door because it's locked. When I turn around I see her again and she leads me to another locked exit.
 
Got up at 440 this morning with that pent up anger in my chest.

I was in some kind of conference room with a younger guy, black guy with curly hair. As he was showing some facts from a computer on a television screen, I felt the need to stand up and bark at him, "I don't f*$#ing care if you're bringing up these views because you're brown, you think you're black or you're the emperor of Japan. Get yourself and your sh#* the f@&! out of here." Might have thrown something on the conference room table and then stormed out.
 
I got up today 350 and decided to roll my alarm clock further ahead from 525 to 555 because I knew I would have issues getting back to bed. Then insomnia hits for a bit and I roll it to 615. Some time after 5 I drift off to sleep again. I woke up and saw the time on my iPad was 742 and I said bugger, how did I not wake up since I was approaching 6 hours of sleep and I rarely sleep more than that. I leave my bedroom to go get a glass of water and I noticed my place is now a two bedroom with wood accents and an actual dining table. Somehow I know where the water is in the kitchen and I pour myself a glass and then head to the bathroom still muttering to myself that I missed the alarm.

Somewhere in the process of getting ready to go I check my mobile - still seeing the 742. I swipe through some of the app screens and notice that the icons aren't anything I use. That's when I realized I'm dreaming. Now I'm thinking I'm going to miss the real alarm I set because I'm stuck in this dream world. How the hell do I wake myself up? I briefly thought of throwing something at the window and jumping out to kill myself or smashing my iPad on my head. But ultimately it was the apps. The more I tried to use my mobile in my dream the more I realized this is a dream because this mobile isn't set up the way I have it set up and finally I woke up - 2 minutes before 615.
 
I had a dream the other night that I was at a dinner party and the host had prepared old masters and works of art to eat. They would cut a piece from a canvas and prepare it and you would digest the experience of the art work. Apparently all the rage in my dream world.
 
I dreamt that I was on holiday either on a spaceship or on another planet. Earth is destroyed so we lose all of our homes and the best of us have secondary residences. We only have what we have on hand which means all mementos and photographs are lost. I see four frames on a coffee table but only have the photograph for my paternal grandfather. The other grandparents in the order of when I lost them in life are missing. I ask my mother whether all the photographs were in the basement and thus lost. I then ask my mother whether her relatives survived so we can ask them for photographs of my maternal grandparents.

Having resolved I have to deal with the fact that things won't ever be the same, I leave this cheery, bright coloured home and head towards a restaurant. I sit at the bar - all white wooden bar, open windows with the bright sun shining in. I thought this couldn't be too bad. Warm seaside weather. The two bartenders are Iranian women with short hair. As I people watch, I noticed one of them passes an advert with an extension on it. One of two people who get this then disappear from the bar. Eventually I figure what it is - escort service. I leave the bar and walk to my new home, I see someone on my white sofa. Actually two people. Some woman with a bikini top riding some man. I start walking toward them because I have no idea why they need to be having sex in my home and then I noticed the 'woman' is actually a transsexual.
 
I had a dream the other night that I was at a dinner party and the host had prepared old masters and works of art to eat. They would cut a piece from a canvas and prepare it and you would digest the experience of the art work. Apparently all the rage in my dream world.
This could take off. Thanks for the business idea!
 
I dreamt I got in touch with my lady friend whilst she was on holidays. She said she wasn't in wine country. She found it boring and decided to drive to Alaska and then onwards to Hawaii. I said I wanted to call her and I struggled using this Android mobile to actually initiate a phone call. No matter what I pressed other things popped up. At some point Netflix's The Crown was playing even when I closed the app and I was pissed I'd have to yell over the show to talk to her.

Then I woke up, and found my mobile blinking with a message from her 12 minutes ago.
 
Monday's dream
I was on a flight to go home and sat beside this VP I knew from the Atlanta office and her direct report in a row of three. We talked a bit about air travel and disembarked in Atlanta where she connected onwards home. I was stuck queuing for a 747 jumbo jet where we boarded but it had equipment issues and couldn't take off. Then I wondered why in the world was I going south to go back home in the northeast. I wake up staring at the plane's signature engines threw the terminal window.

Translation: I spent Monday trying to make sure the attendees in her European tour itinerary were confirmed because it was a work day over in Europe. I'm not sure about the plane. Cost cutting again? Nightmares from my New Jersey trip?

Tuesday's dream
Someone in another department asked me whether one of my skips is leaving soon. If she is, could he get her desk. I said I had that reserved for a new hire coming soon but he said his current desk was so depressing he really had to move. I wasn't sure why this was my problem but I followed him down some tunnel to some damp barely lit basement with a wooden door and a 4 digit number - like a hotel room. He opened the door and showed me a stone faced interior with a desk and a computer and a desk lamp. I said I can empathize with him but where would my new direct sit? Woke up.

Translation: Mixture of my need to look for a new flat and the fact I've been nagging my manager direct to kick his outgoing staff out so I can grab the final seat on that floor.

Wednesday dream
Another drama fight with one of my lady friends but somehow we end up in bed but she won't continue until she sees a stuffed toy kitten on the corner of the bed. What?! I hear Franki Valli's Can't Take My Eyes off You...and I wake up.

Translation: ....... I'm back on LSD?
 
I dreamt about some woman with red hair who said she needed to leave me. I said why? She said she needed to go back to the northeast. I asked why when I said we should go to New York or Boston for vacation that's why she was coy about going. She looked like a young version of Ginnifer Goodwin on He's Just Not That Into You. - wow she has not aged well.

I woke up feeling anxious about this person for some reason but then I kept thinking who is she and why do I care? I don't even know any red heads.
 
Your dreams are so well scripted. Mine are a jumble of dark bodings.

I don't think I ever had a sartorial dream.
 
Had a strange dream last night: there was some family party and my aunt and uncle blanked me. My cousin then came out and I went to kiss her three times on the cheek and she became angry as somehow I had messed with her make-up. I tried to explain that it was a Dutch thing, but to no avail.

In reality when my parents got divorced my aunt and uncle kind of went over to the darkside of the force. And when I contacted them after we had our first baby they blanked me and never replied to my email. What I found out last year was that my father bad mouthed me big time during the divorce and had said I had a mental illness and brought undue pressure on the marriage as I was a nutcase. This probably explains why I never get invited to any events on that side of the family.

I presume the dream is some subconcious commentary on this.
 
Had a strange dream last night: there was some family party and my aunt and uncle blanked me. My cousin then came out and I went to kiss her three times on the cheek and she became angry as somehow I had messed with her make-up. I tried to explain that it was a Dutch thing, but to no avail.

In reality when my parents got divorced my aunt and uncle kind of went over to the darkside of the force. And when I contacted them after we had our first baby they blanked me and never replied to my email. What I found out last year was that my father bad mouthed me big time during the divorce and had said I had a mental illness and brought undue pressure on the marriage as I was a nutcase. This probably explains why I never get invited to any events on that side of the family.

I presume the dream is some subconcious commentary on this.

Your father said you were what? I always believe I'm not responsible enough to have children but even I stick to the adage that blood is thicker than water. My father always taught me to praise in public and criticize in private (private being parents and children, not even beyond that).
 
Your dreams are so well scripted. Mine are a jumble of dark bodings.

I don't think I ever had a sartorial dream.

It helps in my old age I have sleep apnea during the REM stages where I'm most vividly dreaming. Nothing like the body gasping to wake up for air when your dream sequences are most intense.
 
Your father said you were what? I always believe I'm not responsible enough to have children but even I stick to the adage that blood is thicker than water. My father always taught me to praise in public and criticize in private (private being parents and children, not even beyond that).

My father was a narcissist and they're very spooky and strange people. They have to be bathed in admiration and constant attention. You as partner or offspring only exist to make them look good. When one of my aunt's on my mum's side started telling me last year, she stopped in mid-sentence realising it may not have been appropriate to tell me that my dad had been telling one I had a mental illness, but it didn't shock me. I realised it was in keeping with his mission to make himself look bigger and better than anyone else. I remember several times he had asked me to see a psychiatrist on account of my CD collection which he deemed was a sign of some affliction as he believed it was too large for anyone to listen to all the music. It was no more than a couple of hundred CD's if that. I laughed it off at the time, but now I realise he may have been saying that I was a lunatic much earlier than the divorce!

This incident demonstates the mindset of the narcissist: I was in the supermarket car park and my father drove in and parked in the disabled space and got out and walked inside to do his shopping. Possibly a mistake, he didn't realise he had parked there, although it was pretty blatant. Several months later he did the same thing. I realised at the time for him it was acceptable to park in the disabled space as he was more worthy of the space than a disabled person as he deemed himself to be more important.

Anyway, the poor bastards got Parkinson's with Lewy and the last I heard when he went on holiday he fell out with all the waiters and hotel staff in a state of bewildered paranoia.
 
I slept 6 hours and woke up 5 times with 5 bad dreams. They ranged from Sisyphean tasks to crashing out on my bed with remnants of my suit strewn all over and my crushed iPhoneX leaking some acid that melted through the sheets and into the mattress to women who broke up with me. Insomnia might have been a preferable alternative.
 
Sunday night I had a dream about my lady friend and we fought. I woke up holding my breath and the associated discomfort in my chest.

Monday night I had a dream about another lady friend and it was a happy one.

Tuesday night...
 
Had a few weird dreams this week:

First one I was on some Spanish island as there was like a dry toboggan slope that we needed to go down to get to the cruise ship. All my family made it down amongst several others, but I was left stranded with no toboggan and so I missed the ship.

Second one I met up with my father's sister's family, I gave her husband a team hug as he has recently been diagnosed with dementia in real life, but my aunty and her kids looked on at me in disdain as they sided with my father in the divorce. He appreciated it though. My deceased grandmother was there as well.

Next I was in Eastham Ferry on the banks of the Mersey overlooking Liverpool and was buying a property for a mere GBP 40.000 that had excellent views although in this dream landscape Eastham woods and the village were on more of a hill hence the views. But I was very pleased with the price in the dream and relocating back to Blighty.

Finally I was back on a Spanish island on holiday, but this time with my father and brother and I went out by myself and then found myself struggling to get back to the hotel as there was no taxis and the flight back home was the next day.
 
Lots of blood. Dead bodies I’ve seen. Friends who I watched die. People I’ve killed. Rivers of blood. I get to relive it all. Every night in technicolor.
 

Users who are viewing this thread

Back
Top Bottom