Dream Interpretation

[Front-Ranger]

I think you are right, friend. I think dreams go into the short storage area of the brain and rarely get into the long storage.

But you can train yourself to remember dreams. Writing them down helps, yes, or you could go over your dream as soon as you wake up and take note of the highlights and put them into longer term storage. But even five minutes after waking, awake thoughts move in and crowd out the dream. Look up lucid dreaming for more tips.

[serious crayons]

Thanks, FRiend.

It's such a weird phenomenon -- even the other night when I briefly remembered part of my dream, at first I thought I remembered it all, but as soon as I tried to focus on it, it just disintegrated and vanished.

[Front-Ranger]

It is weird.

Another thing that works for me is when I lay down to sleep, I think to myself "I'm going to remember my dream tonight." Then, when I start to dream, part of my brain is awake and observing me. My dream usually starts in a room. I like to go around the room looking at everything and every one in it. There are usually one or more significant things. I try to memorize the details and take a snapshot of it in my brain.

[Front-Ranger]

A memorable dream last night. I was working in an old building for a corporation of some kind. I didn't have much to do so I started taking an interest in the work of a woman in the office next to mine. She was writing some grant applications to get funding for some new technology that would save energy. By chance, I started reading that day's Wall Street Journal and, you know how they cover off-the-wall news in the middle column on the front page? There was an article about what an energy waste the old technology was that my coworker's client was trying to replace.

I rushed into her office and showed her the article but she seemed not to grasp how it could be used in her grant application. I told her to cut out and copy the article and attach it and refer to it. Later, she was finalizing the paper and I noticed that she had cut out just a small portion of the article that didn't have any impact. "Here let me help you; where's the newspaper?" I said but she said she had already put the WSJ in the recycling.

I rushed into action and found out the recycling was in the basement so I ran down the stair and retrieved it just as it was being tossed into a large incinerator (so much for recycling!). Returning, I got into an elevator that had no sides or ceiling, just a platform and just as it was starting to rise, the coworker pulled it out of its shaft and asked me pointedly what I was doing. Fortunately there was a well equipped art room nearby so I showed her how to copy and reduce the masthead, the date, etc. and tape it to the top of a sheet of paper and then position the article below it. I told her about how clipping services used to do this and I would have a sheaf of articles to deliver to the company leadership every morning. She seemed confused still. I told her how to refer to the article in her application and point out its ramifications. She didn't seem to understand what the big deal was and I'm not sure she followed my advice. But I left the building knowing I had tried my best.

[Jeff Wrangler]

Last night I had a brief one, but it was a whopper. I only wish/hope it's a premonition, not just a dream.

I woke up believing that Marjorie Taylor Greene had resigned from Congress! 

Where that came from, I have no clue.

If only she would be gone, or if someone would drop a house on her.

[Front-Ranger]

As I was just coming out of sleep this morning, I dreamed up a new Olympic sport: rupee riding!

It's balancing your bike on an Indian coin. Where does my brain get this stuff?!?

Also unusual last night in my dream I was in the corner of the Safeway grocery. I don't recall ever being in a public place before. Several interesting people came into my view. They seemed to have their own autonomy, not needing anything from me. That's different from the dreams I used to have where crowds of people would be needing something from me.

[Jeff Wrangler]

I hardly ever remember my dreams, but one from last night was a real exception.

First of all, I looked exactly as I looked in a photo taken about the time I graduated from college, slim and in a light gray three-piece suit (Italian tailoring, which made me look taller). I was going to a wedding, and there was a woman going with me. I didn't recognize her, although I noticed she had short dark hair.

The church where the wedding was to take place had a circular driveway and then a semicircular portico along part of the driveway. It was time to go into the church. I offered the woman my arm to escort her into the church. She didn't like the gesture (patriarchal, I guess), but she took my arm anyway, and we entered the church. The church was Roman Catholic, but it didn't look like my idea of what the interior of a Catholic church would look like though it did have nice oak furnishings. It looked more like something generically Protestant, and the priest was wearing an academic gown, complete with a hood, instead of ecclesiastical garments. Also, he looked like one of my college professors whom I had disliked.

(This professor had acted as if he felt that teaching undergraduates in a small liberal arts college was somehow beneath him. I think he was probably frustrated in his career, but anyway, once, after a class, I told him privately and politely that he had been wrong about the location of something he had mentioned in his lecture, and in response he gave me attitude.)

Anyway, the next thing I knew the wedding was over, and the woman and I were walking to our car, which was parked in a grassy field that had been turned into a parking area. I said that I didn't remember anything about the wedding, and had I fallen asleep. She said Yes, and that was the endo of what I remember of this dream.

[Front-Ranger]

Hmmm, interesting dream. You went back to a place where you were young and in transition. Although you were trying your best to fit in, your efforts were judged. The church, the wedding, the rituals didn't impress you. Maybe you made up your mind to search for something that better fit your style and needs.