A dream: I was the U.S. president and I was twenty minutes late for a press conference. I was getting dressed, putting on pajamas and slippers, in a dark place, with heavy shades over the windows. I got to the press conference and most people had left: there were maybe a dozen reporters, each with a microphone in front of them, in a big room. There wasn't a podium, but a table at the front of the
room, and there was a woman sitting at the table, facing the reporters. I sat down at the table, on the side, so the reporters
were all to my right. The woman and I considered switching places but did not. A reporter started their question:"...one would hope that after three years in office, the president would bring a kind of magic to the interview process...", suggesting I did not do this. They kept talking and I formulated my response: I would say that there are lots of kinds of magic, like the magic of seeing a sunset or the magic of spending time with loved ones. But the reporter kept talking on and on and their voice became unintelligible, swallowed up by room reverberation
and feedback in the sound system. Someone stopped them and a sound person made some adjustments to fix the problem;
I tried to chit chat with the sound person about what the problem was. #dream#dreams
In the back of our minds, deep in our hearts, we all have a place that we think perfect, a sort of paradise where it would be delightful to live.
For me, one of those places is the country -- far out in the country and surrounded by meadows and trees, with plenty of space for animals to graze and children to play.
I had a dream last night and in it this guy picked up his turtle and said "He has type III cuddle withdrawal. It's terminal". I woke up and said "same". Without sufficient access to cuddles I will perish.
So far as I remember appearing in my dreams have been William S. Burroughs, Mark E Smith, David Bowie, Peter Cushing, Robby Coltraine and unfortunately Donald Trump and Theresa May.
A great honor to have "When Carousels Dream" place third in the 5/17/2024 #FineArtAmerica contest "Circus" held by the Symbolism Group! Many thanks to group / contest administrator, June Walker, and to everyone who voted for my image. Congratulations to the other winners!!!
"Dreaming helps prioritize and diminish the severity of emotionally charged memories. Participants who reported dreaming had better recall and were less reactive to negative images.
The research suggests that dreams actively transform emotional responses by reducing next-day emotional reactivity. This could lead to interventions that enhance dreaming to aid emotional processing."
So something #funny happened last night. I mean, I'm one to think that dreams are symbolic of event and memories of the last day or so being rehashed as you sleep. I need the help of a dream interpreter on this one!
The spouse had a dream about Boris Karloff's... tentacles...
Pickled...
Received in a jar from Amazon.
What does it mean??
Edit: That was supposed to be /testicles./ Still funny and weird, tho.
This kind of thing gets me going. These sort of reversals of agency. Also, the idea that things get caused by dreams. There is something in me that wants to explore all these things that don’t fit the not modernity