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: The Dream Warriors
: richerthanyou 04 March, 2016, 07:02:48 PM
So I just woke up from a crazy dream. Bruce Forsyth was my lecturer for Bio Science!

I just had to do a google search and see if he is still alive.

Any dream interpreters here who can shed some light on what it means?

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: The Legendary Shark 04 March, 2016, 08:39:25 PM
Science to see you, to see you, science.
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: Eric Plumrose 05 March, 2016, 09:14:55 AM
You get nothing for a base pair.
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: TordelBack 05 March, 2016, 10:21:04 AM
You get nothing for a base pair.

Auteur!
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: JayzusB.Christ 12 March, 2016, 12:46:21 PM
I keep dreaming that I'm still at school / university, with shitloads to do and little chance of getting it done.  Which is exactly how things were for me back then; so it's possibly a the middle-class, pampered-generation version of PTSD. I always wake up stressed and anxious, which gradually gives way to intense relief that all that stuff was years ago and I'm in gainful (if unconventional and erratic) employment.

Is this a regular thing for people of my age? Will it ever stop?

(Mind you, it's almost worth it for the feeling of appreciation for what my life is actually like.)
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: The Legendary Shark 12 March, 2016, 01:04:33 PM
I haven't had a school dream for ages - they were generally about me turning up with the wrong books or being unable to find the class I was supposed to be in - but I remember how unnerving they could be.
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Lately, my most recurring dreams are about being dragged out of wherever I'm living by drooling demons (upsetting) or finding a hitherto unnoticed door somewhere I otherwise know well which leads to a much expanded and better version of reality (exciting/uplifting).
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I love dreaming, I do, but don't remember many of them. It's odd, I often wake up knowing that I was either enjoying or not enjoying a dream but have no memory of what it was about (frustrating).
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: richerthanyou 12 March, 2016, 07:14:49 PM
I had a dream I was on a boat with Tom Cruise.

Nothing sexual happened though. I swear.
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: M.I.K. 12 March, 2016, 08:28:43 PM
I keep dreaming that I'm still at school / university, with shitloads to do and little chance of getting it done.  Which is exactly how things were for me back then; so it's possibly a the middle-class, pampered-generation version of PTSD.

I'm working class and mostly unpampered and I get the back at school dreams too, (and I've never done my homework in any of them).

Some part of my brain is always conscious of the fact I'm too old to still be there, though, so it tries to rationalise the situation by coming up with the notion that I've been there a few years longer because of a qualification I need to obtain before I'm allowed to leave, but I never get it. There's also sometimes an added element of missing the bus home or being in danger of doing so.

However, what usually eventually happens in these dreams is that I either realise I have no need to be there at all and just go back home or into town instead, or I remember just how long it is since I was last at school and figure out I must be dreaming.
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: JayzusB.Christ 13 March, 2016, 11:11:05 AM
I keep dreaming that I'm still at school / university, with shitloads to do and little chance of getting it done.  Which is exactly how things were for me back then; so it's possibly a the middle-class, pampered-generation version of PTSD.

I'm working class and mostly unpampered

Well, my own life doesn't exactly involve being carried about in a sedan chair with flower petals thrown in my path. I By 'pampered' I kind of meant not having to work on our knees down filthy coal mines, or living in waterlogged trenches while shells explode nearby. 
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: M.I.K. 13 March, 2016, 06:08:41 PM
Luxury.
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: Grugz 15 March, 2016, 06:35:00 PM
had a couple of weird ones latest one was Debbie McGee out on the town and everyone was shocked with paul being as ill as he is it ended with a strange looking fella in a white robe saying "its happened" meaning paul was dead,but the weirder thing was he kept changing into Sylvester McCoy and the dream ended with the opening credits of sylveters tenure as dr who without the music!!!
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: The Legendary Shark 19 March, 2016, 09:16:37 AM
This dream haunted me all last night and even woke me up a couple of times.

I was part of a trio of exorcists - one trio out of many spread throughout the world. Our leader was a huge, corpulant black woman who looked about fifty but was in fact much older, almost as old as humanity itself. She was the exorcist who drew the demons out of people and things. The second was a strangely vague and androgynous person whose job it was to heal the victim after being exorcised and also to heal me after I'd done my part. My part was to kill the demons after the exorcism and my hands and arms were covered in scars. All three of us could see the demons but the rest of humanity (except the other exorcism teams) could not.

Once the demons were drawn out of the victim or object they'd been inhabiting, they became corporeal for a short time, long enough for me to kill it. But bullets or blades or fire wouldn't work, they had to be physically strangled or crushed or dismembered, which was my job. On extraction, the demons looked like a cross between the chest-burster from Alien and John Carpenter's The Thing - small, strong, vicious little things with razor sharp teeth, claws and spines and covered in noxious slime. The screams as I killed them, or tried to as sometimes they escaped, were horrid.

The world was full of these demons but most people simply couldn't see them or feel them (over 90% of the population was infected) and didn't even believe in them. This situation had been going on forever, gradually getting worse, as the demons drove people to commit everyday acts of inhumanity without even realising it.

It was a very disturbing dream, or sequence of dreams, indeed.

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: JayzusB.Christ 19 March, 2016, 10:42:07 AM

The world was full of these demons but most people simply couldn't see them or feel them (over 90% of the population was infected) and didn't even believe in them. This situation had been going on forever, gradually getting worse, as the demons drove people to commit everyday acts of inhumanity without even realising it.




Cross-referencing this with your posts over on the Political thread, it's not hard to interpret.  Cool dream, though; it's like Crossed or something!

Me, I had one last night that Russia and the US were at war, and the nukes were about to fly - I think a couple of them had gone off already because a nuclear winter was beginning outside.  Everyone knew the world was about to end so I went to my parents' house to await Armageddon with them.  The TV and radio weren't working but my Dad had somehow found out that 'the President is dead'.  Which President he meant, I don't know.

A lot of the time with dreams, I kind of know I'm dreaming, and I'm playing a character in them, aware it's not real.  Not this time though, I really believed the whole world was about to get annihilated. Not fun.

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: The Legendary Shark 19 March, 2016, 12:17:17 PM


Cross-referencing this with your posts over on the Political thread, it's not hard to interpret. 



Yes, it does seem like my subconscious is as unsubtle as the rest of me! Maybe I'll turn it into a comic script or something...

Hope your dream wasn't prophetic!
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: JayzusB.Christ 19 March, 2016, 05:53:16 PM
Maybe I'll turn it into a comic script or something...



Do. I'd read the fucker.

I think the apocalypse is kind of a recurring dream for me, though the global destruction takes different forms - nuclear war, asteroids, floods etc.  I remember a few times being really, really scared because I was about to die; trying in vain to comfort myself with the fact that everyone else was going to die with me.  Brrrr.
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: The Legendary Shark 24 March, 2016, 08:05:08 AM
Not exactly a dream but I awoke this morning to find a portal to Hell in the middle of my shack. It wasn't a portal to Hell, of course, it was the red standby light on my space heater surrounded by a swirling halo of sleep-mucus, half-focus and befuddlement. I don't actually believe in Heaven or Hell as such but, for a moment there, ho-ly shit...
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: The Legendary Shark 25 May, 2016, 07:44:43 AM
Discworld. At the Unseen University, several hip young wizards with embarrassingly short beards are working on a problem that isn't really a problem; how does one teach magic or pass on complex spellcasting techniques to wizards stuck in the far-flung wildernesses (wilderni?) of the Disc? The answer, believe genius young wizard Mowglibeard and his "crew," lies in the Longsight Box - a device capable of transmitting live images over great distances. Unfortunately for Mowglibeard, and for everyone else, the Longsight Box transmitter contains a crystal which, when activated, will have some rather unpleasant effects.

I looked at the idea as it rested in the palm of my hand, a writhing, glowing knot of pure creative energy like a cosmic zip-file waiting to be uncompressed. It contained virtually a whole novel, not just the brief explanation above.

"Well, what do you think?"

I looked up to see Terry Pratchett standing in the darkness, beaming at me.

"It's very good," I said.

He clapped his hands together. "I knew you'd think so," he said, "that's why I want you to write it for me."

I laughed. "Don't be ridiculous!" I said.

His smile flickered off like a failing searchlight and he rubbed his chin in thought. His beard came off and he regarded it lying limp in the palm of his hand for a moment before sticking it back on at a slightly skew-whiff angle. "Ridiculous? But, this is a great opportunity for you."

"Yeah, a great opportunity for me to make myself look like a grave-robbing dick. Can you imagine? The Idiot Wizards' Lantern, a New Discworld Novel by Terry Pratchett, Channeled by Mark Howard. I'd get lynched."

He rubbed his chin again. "But, you could do it. I want you to do it. I..." He paused as his beard came off again and cursed as he reattached it, this time at such a wild angle that it made him look like his face was broken. The sight was quite distressing. "Before I died," he said at length, "I had so many ideas for new Discworld books but I just... I just couldn't get them out and into words. I want them all out, to give to the world. There are so many and I have chosen you to..."

I cut him off with a wave of my hand. "Look," I said, choosing my words carefully, "I've read most of your Discworld novels at least once but I am in no way an expert. Even if I could write well enough, and I'm arrogant enough to believe that I actually can, I simply don't have the detailed knowledge of the Discworld. You need to find someone who does. Much as I appreciate the offer, this really isn't for me. I'm sorry."

"But, my fans..." His voice trailed off into chasms of sadness.

"Precisely," I said, "your fans, not mine. They'd hate me if I did this. They'd hate anyone who did this, can't you see that?"

He rubbed his chin again. His beard came off again.

"Haven't you ever heard the old showbiz saying, 'always leave them wanting more'?"

He nodded, glum but beginning to brighten, staring at the beard lying in the palm of his hand like a drugged badger. "That's just what Douglas keeps telling me," he said. "Perhaps you're right."

"I am right," I said, "trust me on this."

He sighed but it was not a sigh of defeat, more the sigh of a man having a conclusion he didn't really want to be true confirmed to be so. "All right," he said, "thank you." He tried to reaffix his beard for a third time but it had other ideas and flew away. Terry watched it go with a huge smile and then turned to me. "You know, I really, really love this place," he said, and then ran off to chase his beard giggling like Homer Simpson chasing a chocolate butterfly.

Then the alarm went off.
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: Mardroid 25 May, 2016, 01:13:54 PM
Wow.

Sad, sweet, poignant and kind of uplifting. Thanks for posting.

Most of my dreams are vague, and mismatched and I tend to forget them within few minutes of waking.
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: Dandontdare 25 May, 2016, 02:16:49 PM
Nice story Sharky - like the detachable beard details!

Since my angina diagnosis I've had to give up smoking weed - as well as the health (and financial!) benefits, I'm really enjoying dreaming again - when smoking I either don't dream or don't remember them, but now every night is a new adventure.

Nothing amazing to report so far - last night I dreamt my brother took me along to his D&D group and there turned out to be about 50 players in two teams all in elaborate warhammer-type costumes with SFX gadgets. I felt left out and kept moaning that in my day, all we needed was a rulebook, dice and pen & paper.
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: JayzusB.Christ 25 May, 2016, 08:29:28 PM
Like the beatnik layabout I am, I was meditating on a Thai beach back when I was travelling.  (I was actually listening to a 'subliminal track to attract money' - which I don't for one minute believe works, but I liked the music.)

I had a sort of vision / hallucination / daydream (take your pick) where i was invited into an undersea cavern by a friendly secret society called The Keen Ark.

They were such a decent, positive bunch I decided I would someday make them real. I registered the name four years ago and have been using it for payments and business banking since then; and am now making it public for my non-painting ventures (teaching art in this case,  with a view to creating a book and online course).

Sometimes the silly shit in your head makes sense. WHEN YOU FORCE IT TO. (with apologies to everyone who gets the reference )
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: The Legendary Shark 25 May, 2016, 10:39:40 PM

...when smoking I either don't dream or don't remember them, but now every night is a new adventure.


I've given up the weed too (except for the very occasional time when somebody offers me one) and I absolutely agree that it's worth it to get the dreams back!
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: Fungus 04 June, 2016, 05:17:05 PM
I had a dream I was on a boat with Tom Cruise.

Your subconscious rationalising that cruise with Jean Boht?  After cheese.

I had the back at school/college dreams for many years I reckon, but not for a long time now... Shit, they felt real. I assumed those were pretty common.

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: The Legendary Shark 04 June, 2016, 05:43:22 PM
JBC - love the name Keen Ark. I may just have to steal that but disguise it as a story about a police informer called the Key Nark...

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: JayzusB.Christ 04 June, 2016, 09:22:30 PM
JBC - love the name Keen Ark. I may just have to steal that but disguise it as a story about a police informer called the Key Nark...

My mate tried to google Key Nark a couple of weeks ago in an elaborate attempt to take the piss out of me. Google failed him. Fair play to Google
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: The Legendary Shark 04 June, 2016, 09:41:48 PM
http://dl.acm.org/citation.cfm?id=336999&dl=ACM&coll=DL&CFID=795228303&CFTOKEN=52677138

Almost...
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: JayzusB.Christ 04 June, 2016, 09:44:35 PM
http://dl.acm.org/citation.cfm?id=336999&dl=ACM&coll=DL&CFID=795228303&CFTOKEN=52677138

Almost...

 :D
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: JayzusB.Christ 12 June, 2016, 12:27:40 PM
I had a dream I was on a date with Jordan*, who turned out to be quite pleasant and intelligent in reality**.
Then it turned out that it wasn't me dating her at all, but Nicholas Lyndhurst's time-travelling character from Goodnight Sweetheart***, who then went back in time to meet his other girlfriend.

*I remember when the only model called Jordan I knew of was the 70s punk one. This was the modern day one, though.
**Well, we can always dream.
***A programme I think I watched twice about 20 years ago. Jesus.
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: Keef Monkey 16 June, 2016, 09:40:24 AM
Had one of those 'alarm clock invading my dream' experiences last night. Had a dream I was watching a Colin Farrell movie where he was some sort of detective (I've never seen True Detective) and was investigating a house, he was looking in a creepy looking cupboard under the stairs when a loud persistent beeping startled him. He spun round to look at the 'camera' and then the film started skipping in time with the beeping, so every time it beeped Colin Farrell's face was spinning round.

Think I watched that loop for a while before the waking part of my brain realized it was my alarm clock and it was time to grudgingly get up. I was really getting into that film too, although now have no idea what it was about.
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: The Legendary Shark 16 June, 2016, 03:34:34 PM
Looks like you've invented the Farellarm clock...
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: Dandontdare 16 June, 2016, 07:37:10 PM
Weird one last night: the usual inconsequential gubbins- meeting people I know and people I don't know, trying to find places etc ( and one odd bit where a chap moving house had created a sequence of channels and gutters so his goldfish could swim to his new house) but the strange aspect was that I was completely aware throughout that it was a dream: I couldn't make incredible things happen but I kept telling people "it's fine, do you realise you're just in my dream?" and nobody seemed surprised or impressed.
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: JayzusB.Christ 29 August, 2016, 10:27:24 AM
Weird one last night: the usual inconsequential gubbins- meeting people I know and people I don't know, trying to find places etc ( and one odd bit where a chap moving house had created a sequence of channels and gutters so his goldfish could swim to his new house) but the strange aspect was that I was completely aware throughout that it was a dream: I couldn't make incredible things happen but I kept telling people "it's fine, do you realise you're just in my dream?" and nobody seemed surprised or impressed.

Sounds a bit like Grant Morrison's Animal Man, or that Future Shock where the main character realises he's a character in a Future Shock.

I dreamed the other night that Lemmy died - 'Fuck', I thought, '2016 claims another legend.'  I woke up relieved that it was only a dream, but then remembered sadly that yes, Lemmy was indeed dead. 
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: The Legendary Shark 10 April, 2017, 08:48:57 AM
Exciting one last night, quite cinematic with a distinct Alien feel. I, along with several other people I don't know, were trapped on an oil rig that was under siege by a kraken. It's tentacles were incredibly long and seemed able to get to people anywhere on the rig to drag them off to that terrible snapping beak. It also had the unnerving ability to bite people in two, eat the legs and then insert a tentacle into the upper half of the dead body, using it as a kind of rudimentary hand-puppet to lure other victims to their doom.

In the end, we few survivors managed to kill the kraken by welding blades to the rig's main drill and "blending" it to death. It squealed horribly as it died and we all felt quite sorry for it - except for the Grizzled Character, who said it was probably calling for its (undoubtedly bigger) mother. Fortunately, the dream ended before she turned up.
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: DrRocka 10 April, 2017, 12:40:47 PM
You've just dreamed an awesome Future Shock there, Sharky!
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: The Legendary Shark 11 April, 2017, 06:25:06 PM
Heh, all it needs is a twist!

And a better plot.

And characters.

:D
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: Supreme Pizza Of The DPRK 22 April, 2017, 09:00:07 PM
Just woke from a dream that I was late for school which is a bit odd since I didn't used to worry about being late when I went. What's that all about then?
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: JayzusB.Christ 05 October, 2018, 12:27:27 PM
I dreamed last night, and not for the first time, that I was Finnigan Sinister, or possibly Ramone Dexter, I can't remember which.  Though there were many bloody shootouts (usually from the old Edsel), I knew I'd be fine, because I'd read the progs and knew that we always survive the gunfights.
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: sheridan 05 October, 2018, 12:50:48 PM
Nothing amazing to report so far - last night I dreamt my brother took me along to his D&D group and there turned out to be about 50 players in two teams all in elaborate warhammer-type costumes with SFX gadgets. I felt left out and kept moaning that in my day, all we needed was a rulebook, dice and pen & paper.


Just for the record - my regular group started a new campaign last night (we rotate DMs - we're two years in to my campaign and about six years into somebody elses).  We had three rulebooks (PHB, DMG, MM), dice, paper and writing implements.  No costumes - that's what cosplay and LARP are for!
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: The Legendary Shark 12 February, 2019, 10:21:44 AM
Smuggling Horses out of Liverpool.

The dream begins with me astride a large, dappled grey horse. Its breath snorts and steams in the thin morning light. Behind us is the whirling traffic of Liverpool, chaotic and flashing like the blades of some monstrous blender. We have already risked much to come this far. We are hidden in shadows beneath a scabrous railway bridge, contemplating the path before us. Switch Island. A maelstrom of traffic scything around a calm expanse of detritus-strewn tarmac, all cracked and slick with weeds and old oil. That is our way. Straight through the middle.

I adjust my grip on the reigns and puff out my cheeks. The horse snorts and bobs his head. We’re ready.

‘Yah!’

We burst out of the shadows, the horse galloping with all his primordial might, me leaning close to his neck, breath hissing through my teeth as I steer him through the flashing ring of traffic and onto the old, clear tarmac. There are old, fading and chipped markings on the tarmac outlining ancient and long disused “horse lanes” which I stick to with a grim smile. We are half way across before the police spot us and open fire. Bullets blast fragments of old tarmac and concrete around the horse’s hooves but he is too fast for them. We blast through the far ring of screaming traffic and into an opening leading beneath the city.

We are in the city’s guts, now, surrounded by countless miles of iron pipes, slimy brickwork and sickly old marble fixtures. The horse doesn’t like this place, and neither do I, but it’s the only way out and the horse trusts me. It’s paid me a lot of money to bring it this way.

We can hear the city’s agents in pursuit, sometimes close and sometimes far away, undefined growls and snarls and the clicking of claws echoing in the clammy darkness. A pale light glows ahead, sickly and anaemic, and the sound of a withering wind grows loud enough to scare our pursuers back into their beloved shadows. I pull my heavy coat about me as we walk out of the labyrinth and onto the storm-scoured Cumbrian Fells.

The ground is frozen hard with the most threadbare carpet of beige heather, white with frost and the thinnest mist of swirling snow meandering over its surface like ghostly snakes in the steel wind. The horse shivers but not at the cold. The entire side of the Fell is covered with Cumbrian land seals, huddled together in groups to keep warm. These miserable creatures lie and wait, hardly moving, enduring the intense and shifting cold with all the patience of boulders. They don’t attack or threaten, just watch and pretend not to see. They wait for things to fall.

Like teenage girls, they jostle us as we pick our way through them, then look away and pretend it wasn’t them. They bring things down to the ground and then, once the cold has extracted the ghost from the shell, they feast, consuming everything from the nails of the toes to the druff of the nap, leaving not even a bone to posterity. Horrid, lazy, frigid things.

We journey down the Fells, gradually leaving the malevolent land seals behind, and come at last to the warm sandhills and grassy dunes of Ainsdale Beach. We’ve made it. A warm red sun is lowering over the strawberry sea and gulls call and wheel contentedly overhead. I pull the saddle from the grateful horse and it drops to its knees before kicking onto its back and writhing ecstatically in the warm sand, whinnying and snorting and allowing all its tension to fade away. It kicks itself back to its feet and walks over to me, pressing its face into my chest and allowing me to cuff its chin and ears in simple thanks. It nods its head towards the dunes and I smile. I know what it wants now.

I turn and look into the dunes, watch the grass shimmering in the gentle breeze, and hear the horse gallop away behind me. It doesn’t want me to see what happens next, doesn’t want me to see where it goes, streaming along the beach in the company of the spirit of Red Rum. Soon the sound of its hooves fades to nothing and the beach is deserted once again.

I bend and pick up the heavy saddle, throw it across my shoulder and start walking into the dunes, towards the distant sound of traffic and the Coastal Road. From there I can stick out my thumb and hitch a ride back through Formby and Maghull.

And back to Liverpool.


(I mean – what the actual fuck was that all about??)
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: Mardroid 12 February, 2019, 01:20:28 PM
Heh. I'm not sure, but I'm jealous of your vivid detailed dreams. I hardly ever remember mine, and they tend to be vague and nonsensical.

Your dream reminded me of something I might read in the Dark Tower novels.
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: Pyroxian 12 February, 2019, 02:02:22 PM
I had my first ever Kaiju dream last night - it was awesome.
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: wedgeski 12 February, 2019, 04:10:11 PM
(I mean – what the actual fuck was that all about??)
Not a clue, but very well written sir.
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: The Legendary Shark 12 February, 2019, 04:18:14 PM

Thank you. :)

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: JayzusB.Christ 13 February, 2019, 09:10:42 PM
When my brother was a kid he dreamed he was walking around our garden at night,  holding a lamp (and we were very much in the sticks, with no streetlights to be seen).  Suddenly a horrible voice came out of the hedge: 'SWIIITCH THAAAT LIIGHT OUUUTT'.

About 35 years later,  he told his girlfriend about it,  who was so disturbed by it that she fell asleep and had the same dream.
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: Greg M. 13 February, 2019, 09:24:28 PM
'SWIIITCH THAAAT LIIGHT OUUUTT'.

Any potential creepiness has been ruined by the fact that I'm hearing that line in the voice of Hodges, the ARP warden.
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: JayzusB.Christ 13 February, 2019, 09:34:35 PM
Aw, you've ruined it for me now too!   :lol:
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: The Legendary Shark 13 February, 2019, 09:42:38 PM

"Ruddy hooligans!"

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: Leigh S 13 February, 2019, 10:11:12 PM
Had an incredbly bitter sweet dream the other night, where I dug out a copy of Battle with a beautiful Carlos Strontium Dog cover and strip - the cover had a very vibrant almost neon green Battle logo and the general colours were a bit more bright aqua green/blue than you would expect for Alpha, but really worked.

Inside, the strip was intended as a taster for readers to hop onto 2000AD, and featured Johnny solo against a German Armoured Division - one particlualrly lovely classic round panel of Alpha with german sniper rifle shooting out into the next panel, again in classic Carlos fashion

I woke up both sad I'll never see any more Carlos Stront but also sort of feeling like I had...
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: JayzusB.Christ 13 May, 2019, 05:15:54 PM
I dreamed last night I was part of a piece of unseen Withnail & I footage (they got stuck in a small, slightly sinister seaside village without their car after the whole Monty debacle, apparently).

I'd been reading Doom Patrol, see. Willoughby Kipling and all.  I've visited Monty's cottage in reality, and their now-demolished London boozer.

I've lost count of the number of Walking Dead dreams I've had my now.
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: paddykafka 13 May, 2019, 08:56:00 PM

I've lost count of the number of Walking Dead dreams I've had my now.

Well at least they left your boat without attempting to eat you first, lol. Hope all is good anyways.
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: JayzusB.Christ 13 May, 2019, 09:40:57 PM

I've lost count of the number of Walking Dead dreams I've had my now.

Well at least they left your boat without attempting to eat you first, lol. Hope all is good anyways.

 :D
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: Dandontdare 09 July, 2019, 08:10:01 PM
I'm giving up smoking (again  :rolleyes:) with aid of nicotine patches, and the best thing about them is that they give you ultra-vivid dreams, especially if napping - just had a short nap and spent a lovely 20 mins at 'bring your dog to work day', rolling round the office floor with big floofy pooches. All the fun, and none of the dog hair. Dreams also tend to be more consistent narratives, rather than random jumbles of events. It's like IMAX in my head every night.

A couple of friends have said similar - one said that they gave her nightmares, the other said they gave her the horniest sex dreams ever.
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: The Legendary Shark 09 July, 2019, 09:22:05 PM

I'm quitting (again) too - but the only thing the patches seem to be doing for me is keeping me awake.

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: zombemybabynow 10 July, 2019, 10:54:46 AM
Can't remember the last time i had /can remember a dream ?!
I believe this may be unhealthy ?
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: von Boom 10 July, 2019, 04:43:01 PM
Can't remember the last time i had /can remember a dream ?!
I believe this may be unhealthy ?
Perhaps. But it will become the basis for your defence when you are standing in the docks at Crown court. ;)
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: zombemybabynow 11 July, 2019, 12:54:01 PM
A serf like me - ending up in a crown court, I doubt it !!
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: JayzusB.Christ 11 July, 2019, 01:00:27 PM
I had a dream last night that Tordelback, yes, Tordelback, was kicked out of his house after his wife went mental and started a vendetta against the colour green (which somehow represented her husband).  I met him in his garden; the two of us were trying desperately to find a solution.  We ended up standing on the roof, looking down at her through the glass ceiling of one of the rooms, just hoping things would get back to normal soon.

I've never met Tordelback and know nothing about his wife or family situation, other than that it sounds quite pleasant.  I don't know what Tordelback looks like and can't remember what he looked like in my dream.
: Re: The Dream Warriors
: Proudhuff 27 July, 2019, 03:53:55 PM
Hi all, this could equally be on the Black Dog thread, having lost three of the most important people in my life recently their appearance and the re-calibrating, needed each morning to my new situation, was making me close to losing it, however reading about dreaming and the Human Givens logical approach, changed all that, and even really surreal dreams can now be explained by the previous days flight or fight situations. 

From their website:

We can easily see this in our own lives. If we feel angry and let off steam it usually dissipates the anger. But if we were to act out our emotions every time we were emotionally aroused, that would be disastrous. So animals needed to evolve the ability to inhibit arousals when necessary and deactivate them later when they could do no harm. That is why we evolved to dream. During REM sleep unfulfilled emotional expectations left over from the day are run out in the form of metaphors, thus deactivating them and freeing up the brain to deal with the new emotionally arousing events of the following day. Without dreams fulfilling our expectations by acting them out metaphorically we would need a vastly bigger brain.

The expectation fulfilment theory of dreams

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With psychologist Joe Griffin's 'expectation fulfilment theory of dreams', we have the first viable, scientifically based theory of why we evolved to dream, and what dreams are actually doing for us.

So, dreaming is the deepest trance state we go into. The three essential points to understand about dreaming are:
•Dreams are metaphorical translations of waking expectations.
•Expectations which cause emotional arousal that is not acted upon during the day to dearouses the arousal, become dreams during sleep.
•Dreaming deactivates that emotional arousal by completing the expectation pattern metaphorically, freeing the brain to respond afresh to each new day.


further reading here:

https://www.hgi.org.uk/resources/delve-our-extensive-library/dreaming/why-we-dream (https://www.hgi.org.uk/resources/delve-our-extensive-library/dreaming/why-we-dream)
: Re: The Dream Warriors
: Dandontdare 28 July, 2019, 05:03:07 AM
well that must be true because there's a website!
: Re: The Dream Warriors
: Frank 28 July, 2019, 07:23:43 AM
Hi all, this could equally be on the Black Dog thread, having lost three of the most important people in my life recently their appearance and the re-calibrating, needed each morning to my new situation, was making me close to losing it,

Whatever works for you (https://www.laphamsquarterly.org/magic-shows/miscellany/niels-bohrs-lucky-horseshoe)*, buddy. Sorry to hear about your troubles.


* https://quoteinvestigator.com/2013/10/09/horseshoe-luck/
: Re: The Dream Warriors
: The Legendary Shark 28 July, 2019, 12:16:48 PM

Sorry to hear of your losses, Proudhuff - you're a proper good bloke and I hope things even out for you soon. You know where I am if you need anything.

: Re: The Dream Warriors
: Proudhuff 30 July, 2019, 05:44:40 PM
Thanks chaps, just thought I would share what worked for me, the 5am black dog are not to be sneezed at, still hopefully in a better place just now just in time to see the country go down the tubes  :-X