I don't often have dreams but I woke this morning with an overwhelming desire to be eating in a fancy restaurant.
If you could go to a fancy restaurant accessible to you what would you choose?
A big fan of fairly simple stuff but done perfectly - not impressed by deconstructed dishes and measly portions! Ideally, it's luxury comfort food. Something like bourgignon is perfect
This was a good, weird dream from last week or the week before, involving recurring themes.
We were supposed to be traveling to Japan (I think it was me, Mr. K, progeny and my mother) and at the last minute my mom started getting weird and saying she couldn't go, etc. It was getting way too late to get to the airport and we still hadn't arranged a ride. We got everyone into a taxi and traffic was really terrible. You could see the airport in the distance but it was huge and kind of like the Emerald City of Oz, very much many miles in the distance.
We finally got to this large gate that reminded me of the arch in St. Louis, MO. It was still many, many miles away but he told us we could walk the rest of the way. At this point, the flight to Japan would be boarding in about 10 minutes. I was really stressed out and disappointed because I really wanted to go and I was crying. There was this church behind the arch/gate and the clergyman there said he might be able to help. He got on the phone with the airline directly at the gate of the airport and asked them to hold the plane for us.
I can't remember how, but we ended up getting to the flight terminal and the gate. The way we were traveling was the same as my last dream about going to Japan (I've been having a fair number; I'm really dying to go back there). It was a little pod where you curl up tiny in total darkness and enter some kind of altered consciousness state that makes the travel time go by very quickly. When you arrive it feels like you just were asleep for a short while.
It was a little pod where you curl up tiny in total darkness and enter some kind of altered consciousness state that makes the travel time go by very quickly. When you arrive it feels like you just were asleep for a short while.
That's the longest description of a bed I've ever seen. 😜
It was a little pod where you curl up tiny in total darkness and enter some kind of altered consciousness state that makes the travel time go by very quickly. When you arrive it feels like you just were asleep for a short while.
That's the longest description of a bed I've ever seen. 😜
Some days ago I had a triple dream, as far as I remember, with no connection whatsoever between parts:
1. I was sleeping with my partner at home (it resembled a house I used to live about fifteen years ago). I suddenly woke up as I heard some noises. I stumbled with a guy in the middle of the corridor. It was dark. I couldn’t see his face because he was under a bed sheet. I fought with him and I managed to throw him from the balcony(!) after a bit of fighting. I realized then that there were two more guys, so again, I fought them and managed to also throw them from the balcony. I was in shock. My partner woke up, I explained what happened and told her that she had to prepare as I was sure I was going to jail for triple homicide. She started to cry and told me that maybe I could be abssolved because of legitimate defense. Anyway, the morning after police arrived at home, I explained the facts and surprisingly they were not very interested in my arrest. I can’t remember anything else.
2. I was climbing the Everest (!!!) with some friend. We were almost at the summit, maybe less than 50 meters. We were hung in a vertical wall covered by snow, with cracks everywere. We were so afraid to move because we knew every little inch around us was a mortal trap. We stared for a while there, discussing where to go, where to move next. I started to think how far we were from rhe ground and started to feel dizzy and sick. Fade out to…
3. I was having a walk in Madrid with my brother when we saw a bunch of gig posters on a wall, one over the other. It was so thick it must be about forty or fifty posters glued together. We spotted a Nirvana poster from the ‘91 Madrid gig. We couldn’t believe it. We decided to tear them from the wall and take the bunch at home with us to unglue them and find out what else could be hidden. At home, we patiently separated them and I remember there was a Morrissey poster, an AC/DC one, a Queen one (the band I hate the most) and some others I can’t remember. Then, at the very end, we found out a picture. It was a very old picture of the Gran Vía, the main and most well known avenue of the city. There was the old red bus where we used to go back home when we were kids. Suddenly, the picture started to move and became a video. The camera panned through the street to reveal a lot of old small shops with beautiful showcases. I remember an amazing cake shop and a luxury one full of wonderful purses. The showcases were a work of art. But something else caught my attention. The street walls were all painted in bright, pastel colors and were amazingly clean. The street looked immaculate and dream-like. The whole scene was wonderful, the most beautiful version of Madrid I’ve ever seen. I suddenly felt so jelaous and homesick. Then I started to shout at my bother: you see, you see? Can’t you see how beautiful it used to look like? Now, everything looks cheap and dirty! It’s because of all those terrible graffittis. It’s all graffitti’s fault!
I was sleeping the other morning after a night shift, unfortunately dreaming about work, when suddenly everything in the dream quickly blurred and slid fast left, as if falling out of a camera shot. This abruptly woke me up, and it turns out my other half had just pulled the duvet over me because I was barely under it and I think the movement of the duvet over my skin transferred into the dream.
The thought was nice, but it really startled me.
Last Edit: Apr 17, 2022 23:31:55 GMT 1 by BlueHughes
That was an intense night, gongoro73 ! It’s impressive how much detail you can recall. Each part is so interesting you could write vignettes.
If I do the effort of memorize everything I can just in the moment I wake up and before it vanishes, and I am able to -internally- write down every event I can possibly recall, then, the dream stays in my head and it doesn’t evaporate. I write it down in a notebook as soon as I can after breakfast/shower etc. But if I don’t make the effort of reviewing it just in the very moment I wake up, I lose everything in a few minutes and it never comes back.
I was playing slot machines (weird, since I’ve only played them only a few times in my life) and when I ‘won’, old, raw meat would come out of the machine instead of coins.
I was playing slot machines (weird, since I’ve only played them only a few times in my life) and when I ‘won’, old, raw meat would come out of the machine instead of coins.
